Deep Sea Embers.

Chapter 440 The Captain's Suggestion

Duncan changed to a more comfortable position and leaned back on the back of the sofa. His eyes passed through the gaps between the criss-crossed bandages on his face, and he looked at the priestess in front of him with a half-smile.

"Now that you know who I am, how do you feel about it," he said with a smile, "From the perspective of the Church of Death—you should report this matter immediately."

Agatha opened her mouth and was speechless for a long time. After another half a minute, she smiled wryly and spread her hands: "You put me in a very awkward position..."

"But you really should report everything that happened here to the church immediately," Duncan put away his smile, and his tone finally became serious, "Prand is the first, and Frost is the second—the cultists are here In the past years, we have indeed found a lot of trouble, but troubles of this scale have never appeared so intensively, and don't forget, except for the two city-states that were almost destroyed, the sun above our heads—the vision 001, too, has seen disturbing changes recently."

Agatha immediately got rid of the embarrassment, and under Duncan's reminder, her expression gradually became serious: "...You mean, there are connections between these events?"

"I don't know—don't be so surprised, I'm not an omniscient being," Duncan said casually, "but I have a habit. When various small probability events happen one after another, I tend to think that they are a more A 'precursor' that the huge system is gradually going wrong. Although the things done by the cultists in the two city-states seem to be unrelated, have you ever considered why they can succeed in the near future? The large-scale There are so many sacrifices made by heretics, how many of them managed to make a fuss?”

Agatha fell into deep thought, her expression gradually becoming serious.

"Report up, all," said Duncan softly, "don't miss any clues—let a wise man's mind think about it."

"I understand, I will report the truth," Agatha nodded solemnly, and then "looked at" Duncan with special emphasis and said, "Everything."

"I'm looking forward to the reaction of the Church of Death," Duncan exhaled softly, as if letting go of a worry, "It's not good to delay."

Afterwards, the living room fell into silence for a while, and everyone seemed to be in their own thoughts (except Alice), and it took some time before Agatha suddenly broke the silence: "I should go back .”

"Won't you stay longer?" Duncan said, "In this situation, you have countless things to worry about when you go out, and there are not many opportunities to hide here."

"Because of this, I have to go back as soon as possible," Agatha shook her head, "the city-state has countless problems to solve, not only the church, but also the situation in the city hall is a mess-if I keep hiding, it will be really useless." People can come and run the situation."

"Is it a mess..." Duncan repeated thoughtfully, and then suddenly asked a question, "Do you think that with Frost's remaining organizational strength and manpower, you can really restore the entire city in a short time? order?"

Agatha froze for a moment, as if she didn't understand Duncan's sudden question, but she nodded after a short silence: "...I will do my best."

"'Do the best you can' — but a lot of the time, doing the best you can doesn't solve the problem."

"……what do you mean?"

"I just suddenly had a very bold suggestion," Duncan laughed, his eyes falling on Agatha, "a layman's suggestion."

……

When Agatha left 44 Oak Street, the sky had gradually dimmed, the power of the sun was gradually fading from the real world, and light snow was still fluttering in the sky—fine and fluttering snowflakes fell from the darkness and chaos, passing through the The dim halo of gas street lamps gradually covered the deserted streets.

The guard's night watch troop passed by a distant intersection, the sound of the steam walker's creaking footsteps occasionally broke the silence on the street, the bells that alternated between day and night were wafting in the distance, and the organ sound of the small church on the street corner was heard in the evening wind.

The scarred city-state licks its own wounds in the night.

The cold wind passed through the streets, rolling Agatha's hair and the corners of her skirt. She stretched out her hand on the street where the snow was fluttering, and tilted her head slightly: "It's still snowing."

Fan Na who sent her out turned her eyes curiously: "Can't you see the snowflakes?"

"I can't see—but I can feel it," Agatha said softly. "There are a lot more things in my field of vision now, but there are also a lot less things. It takes a long time to get used to."

She slowly withdrew her hand, and a smile suddenly appeared on her face: "But the good news is that now I don't feel the chill of the cold wind anymore, because no matter how thick the clothes I wear or how many fires I light, my It feels like the world is... just as cold."

"...Sorry, it's hard for me to imagine this feeling."

"Oh, don't worry about it, actually it doesn't bother me too much," Agatha smiled, and slowly clenched her fists, and with the gathering of strength, her "scars" that criss-crossed all over her body gradually Some dark green flames emerged, and the flames flowed through her body like blood, "This way, it will be better."

Fan Na was silent for a few seconds: "If the captain knows that you use the flame you gave him to keep warm, his expression will probably be wonderful."

"What kind of person is he?" Agatha put away the power of the flames, and suddenly asked curiously, "Is he usually... very strict or scary?"

"How do you feel? You have been in contact with him twice."

"I feel that all the information is deviated from the truth. He is far more peaceful and friendly than I imagined, but... maybe I should call him 'He'. I don't know if I should measure a person like him by the standards of mortals. He exists like that. I know he was a human, but the warp...you know what I mean."

Fan Na thought for a few seconds, then shook her head lightly: "Actually, I haven't followed him for a long time, and I probably can't give you a clear answer, but I can tell you that I also had similar worries with you—and in the end As a result, the Cathedral of the Storm made the decision to arrange for me, the Inquisitor, to board the Lost Home. Just as Captain Duncan chooses to believe that a 'fake' can be human, we also believe...or rather, would like to believe, Captain Duncan Human nature, after all..."

She stopped suddenly, raised her head and looked up at the snowy sky, and after a while she whispered as if she was talking to herself: "After all, this world is too cold. If we don't even believe in hope, then it will be too late." In the boundless sea, there is really only cold wind left.”

Agatha didn't speak for a while.

Fan Na suddenly asked after a few seconds of silence: "What do you think of the captain's suggestion?"

Agatha pondered for a while before speaking with a complicated expression: "Let the sea fog fleet enter the city... To be honest, I don't even know if this will restore order to the city-state, or will it bring greater chaos ——You have lived in this city for a while, and you should also be very clear about what the Sea Fog Fleet means to most Frost people..."

"For most Purande, the Lost Homeland is also a horror-but believe me, after a terrible disaster, people's 'receptivity' will really reach an exaggerated level, standing From a group perspective, the longing for a stable life will overwhelm many concerns."

"A yearning for a stable life..."

Agatha said softly, through this body that had lost all vitality, she felt the coldness of this snowy night, but for some reason, she thought of another thing.

Fifty years ago, when that great uprising broke out, it also seemed to be snowing.

"I will carefully discuss this matter with the officials of the city hall," she seemed to have made up her mind, and turned to Fan Na and said, "From a personal point of view, I will support this matter."

"We all hope that everything is well," Vanna said.

"Yes, we all hope that things are going well."

Agatha repeated, and then she waved her hand, and walked towards the steam car parked on the street with the church emblem hanging on it.

But just a few steps away, she stopped suddenly.

"Anything else?" Fan Na asked curiously.

"Some...personal questions, I hope it doesn't seem too offensive," Agatha turned her head, her expression seemed a little weird, and asked hesitantly, "You...really once jumped off a cliff and killed your heirs. Did you return safely?"

Fan Na was stunned for a moment, her eyes became strange: "Why do you ask this all of a sudden?"

"I don't know, but this question just popped up in my mind." Agatha looked a little embarrassed, "I feel like I heard rumors about this at some point... Sorry, if this question makes you uncomfortable, I……"

"It's nothing like this actually happened." Fan Na relaxed her expression and waved her hands with a smile, "but the real situation is different from the rumors—I actually stepped on the ground accidentally when I was walking, and fell from the edge of the cliff. It fell, and when it hit the ground, it happened to kill a deep-sea polluted body washed ashore for some reason, not a real 'child', let alone beheaded, and I don't know why it was spread like this."

Agatha opened her mouth slightly - although her eyes were blindfolded, her expression still showed a "stunned" look.

"Then... are you alright?" the doorkeeper lady subconsciously said.

"Actually, I fell quite badly," Fan Na smiled sheepishly, then patted her chest again, and made a strong posture, "But fortunately, I am a sports student, so I drank hot water and lay down for two God will be fine."

Agatha: "...?"

Miss Gatekeeper was greatly shocked.

Fan Na was a little puzzled: "Why do you have such an expression?"

"...you Prand sports students are daunting."

(End of this chapter)