Deep Sea Embers.

Chapter 502 Before leaving, make a... Fuck?
For the "fake Agatha" born in the mirror, her life was split into two distinct parts——

A part of it is warm, bright and full, full of all her love, hate and attachment to this world, but in essence, it is just a lie fabricated and imported into her mind;

The other part was only three days, full of stress, exhaustion, pain, and finally dying like relief, but that was the only memory that really belonged to her.

But now, the dead have returned to the world, and the counterfeit has a chance to continue on. The problem before her is-the former is nostalgic, but it is destined to be impossible. After a long time, all regrets will eventually change. Cheng resents, the latter is real but thin, and her pale and short life is not enough for her to survive as a complete "person".

Captain Duncan gave her a reminder before this doomed and difficult disagreement, and after a long thought, she came to a conclusion: leave Frost.

The dark and cold deep sea was frightening, but the process of "diving" made her discover another possibility of "life" for the first time, just as the captain described to her in the submersible——

"We are groping forward in the endless darkness. Civilization itself is just a delicate and fragile sampan. The lights illuminate the surroundings of the sampan. We use the superficial wisdom of mortals to try to understand those glimpses that emerge in the darkness. Guess what the world looks like...

"Most people can only curl up in the safe corner of the sampan all their lives, but there must always be someone who is responsible for lighting the bow and looking into the distance. This is a road that is destined to move forward forever, because the 'unknown' This is a one-way concept, so... maybe I can try it."

Agatha in the mirror spoke with a calm expression. The black clothes on her body that represented the identity of the gatekeeper had quietly changed at some point, and turned into a set of clothes that looked like a sea adventurer—somewhat like Ma Sha’s attire still had traces of the Church of Death. She raised her hand and took off the hat that symbolized the clergyman, letting her long hair hang loose, and the bandages that wrapped her body slowly faded off. .

She looked up and looked at Duncan with a smile.

"Fakes don't have a real past, but I can have a real future. Let those precious memories lie quietly in the past, so that at least when I recall them in the future, they will still be bright and warm instead of As for being stained by the weakness of human nature.

"Ms. Martha helped me design this dress. What do you think?"

Duncan looked at Agatha in the mirror, and nodded seriously after a long time: "Very suitable."

"Do you think I need to change my name again?" Agatha said again, "If I plan to embark on a new path from now on, shouldn't I make some changes starting with my name?"

Duncan was silent for a long time this time, but after thinking for a long time, he still shook his head: "No, I think it's good that you still call Agatha."

"why?"

"Because I'm used to being called, it's inconvenient to change my name," Duncan replied casually, "Anyway, I can distinguish 'you', and 'you' can also distinguish each other."

Agatha in the mirror took a deep look at Duncan: "...This doesn't seem to be your real answer, but it's enough to convince me, and it happens that I like this name quite a bit—it's just for my 'past'. Let's make one last memory."

Duncan nodded: "Well, it's good for you to think so."

"Have you made arrangements for the city-state?" Agatha asked again, "Are you really planning to be a 'cemetery guard' in Frost from now on?"

Duncan raised his eyebrows: "Is there anything wrong with this position?"

"It's nothing bad... It's just strange to think that 'Captain Duncan', who is like the shadow of the warp in the eyes of many people, would guard a cemetery in a city-state," Agatha in the mirror said frankly about herself Thoughts, "But as long as you are willing, this is of course a good thing-I am afraid that no place will be safer than that cemetery in the future."

"I think it's very good. I still run an antique shop in Prand. Maintaining activities in a civilized society can regulate my mentality very well," Duncan smiled, "not to mention maintaining an avatar in a city-state." Life also needs expenses, and being a guard in the cemetery at least pays..."

Duncan stopped suddenly.

He slowly raised his head, looked at the "gatekeeper" in the mirror, and asked with extra solemnity: "Will the cathedral pay my 'new guard'?"

Agatha didn't realize it until this time: "You still need salary?!"

"You don't pay wages?!"

"Ah, of course it is a normal situation. The salary of the cemetery guards is paid directly by the cathedral..." Agatha said with a strange expression, "But it is not normal for a subspace shadow to run into the cemetery as a guard , I strongly recommend that you go to the cathedral and have a serious talk with another Agatha about this, because from what I know of 'myself', she would never think of it - or dare not think of it - if you don't bring it up this matter."

Duncan: "...Is it so outrageous?"

"The string of numbers you wrote at the end of the report letter almost drove a room full of cryptographers and mathematicians crazy. Later, when you transferred money to your bank account, the cathedral even set up a secret operation team to pay attention to the changes in the spirit world. ——When you deal with ordinary people as a 'subspace shadow', please consider the three views of most normal human beings."

The corners of Duncan's mouth trembled, and he rubbed his forehead: "...Okay, I understand."

Agatha seemed relieved, and then asked curiously, "Now that the Frost situation is settled, what's your next plan?"

"I am going to return to the central sea area. According to some archaeological information provided by Morris, I will go along the route to check out the ancient ruins and weird sea areas that interest me. If possible, I will get close to or even enter some of the "anomalies". region, to explore and understand the world as much as possible," Duncan obviously had planned for a long time, and immediately talked about his exploration plan enthusiastically, "In this process, continue to maintain contact with the civilized world, and take a look at the major churches. If there is any reaction to my 'warning', if they are interested, I don't mind dealing with those mysterious church arks..."

"Sounds like an exciting adventure," Agatha said with joy and anticipation in her tone. "It's full of risks, but it's worth going. It seems that my decision is correct... Then shall we set off now? Or do you need to make some preparations?"

"Don't worry, we have to make arrangements for the White Oak first, and we have to tell Tirian anyway," Duncan laughed. "He should have returned to the dome office by this time, and I just went to 'call him'." call'."

"Understood, then I won't bother you." Agatha lowered her head, and her figure gradually faded from the mirror.

At the same time, in the dome office of the Frost Government Affairs Hall, Tirian had sent away the last department representative—he changed the gorgeous but uncomfortable coat used for attending ceremonies, and put on his daily clothes again. Sitting behind the desk, he breathed a sigh of relief.

Next, he will have a short break - to get ready for the rest of the day.

Managing a city is far more difficult than managing a fleet, especially a city full of mess. Even on the day of the swearing-in, he has no chance to interrupt his work. This morning's schedule is "squeezed" between the normal work schedule. "He went in, he had to deal with all the delays in the afternoon and evening.

What's more, what he has to deal with is not only the matter of Frost City.

The huge "industry" operated by the Sea Fog Fleet in the past 50 years, the complex and delicate relationship between himself and other city-states, the balance of power in the Lengliehai, and the relationship with "family"... All these add up, in fact, it is too much. No easier than the job of a consul.

Tirian sighed a long time, opened a locked drawer next to the desk, and took out many documents and materials from it - there were files related to the Sea Fog Fleet, shared materials from the Bright Star, and other Private letters of the city-state.

The meaning of the rest time is that he can temporarily put down the work of the consul and do another bunch of jobs that are as difficult as the consul.

Tirian glanced over the pile of things, and couldn't help but raised his hand to run through his hair.

For some reason, the bald head of first mate Aiden suddenly appeared in his mind.

The terrifying association that suddenly appeared in his mind made the newly promoted consul unbearable a chill, and suddenly stopped continuing to scratch his hair.

"Aiden shaved it himself back then, Aiden shaved it himself back then... He has regretted it for a century..."

Tirian muttered under his breath, as if to deflect the pressure he felt facing the pile in front of him, but at this moment, a slight crackling sound came from nearby, abruptly interrupting his soliloquy .

After subconsciously trembling in his heart, he quickly calmed down again, and calmly raised his head to look at the mirror on the nearby wall.

he is used to...

Duncan's figure appeared in the mirror.

"Son, I've come to say hi to you - is everything going well?"

"Everything is going well, Father." Tirian stood up, carefully meeting his father's gaze, but his heart was much more relaxed than usual, "What are your orders?"

"It's nothing, I'm just going to leave..."

Duncan stopped abruptly.

Tirian looked at his father in the mirror suspiciously, but saw that he was staring at... the table next to him with a particularly weird expression.

There was shock in that expression.

This shock made Tirian's heart tighten, and he hurriedly followed his father's gaze, but what he saw was only a piece of paper that fell out of the pile of documents just now, which was sent to him by Lucrezia from the Bright Star. my own.

It is an "academic shared material".

Duncan's extremely serious voice came from the mirror: "Tirion, what is that? Take it closer and show me!"

"Ah... yes," Tirian hurriedly agreed, quickly picked up the piece of paper, walked to the mirror, and showed his father the image on the paper, "Is there any problem?"

"...Where did this pattern come from?"

"It's from Lucrecia," Tirian replied immediately, with a nervous and guilty tone, "I didn't tell you before, but she's actually been researching something that fell from the sky..."

Duncan didn't speak, but just stared at the paper. After a long time, he broke the silence with a soft voice as if talking to himself in a dream: "...the moon?"

(End of this chapter)