Deep Sea Embers.

Chapter 691 The Keeper and the "Sailor"

This time, the sun went out just before dusk - so it wasn't long before the sun began to fade from the horizon after the sky was lit again.

Vision 001's brilliant double runic rings slowly sank into the sea, and with the last ray of light disappearing into the sky, night fell - in the urban area where the "luminous geometry" could not be directly illuminated, the cool glow and night of World Creation It enveloped everything as before.

The city fell silent, and the gas lamps on the streets gave off a slightly turbid light in the night. The patrolling team of guards walked through the streets and alleys, leaving long shadows at the intersections - the experience of the sun going out seemed like an unreal experience. Dreams are gradually melting into the night.

However, Duncan could feel that this "nightmare" had not really subsided as it appeared - a certain depressive atmosphere still lingered in the city. In these quiet neighborhoods, tension and uneasiness were as sticky as It grows like silt in the night.

"...Every house has turned on all the lights, and there is a tense atmosphere everywhere," Shirley muttered as she lay in front of the living room window, looking at the street outside, "I definitely don't want to go out on the street now...it feels like I can’t even breathe.”

Agou shook his head next to her: "There are at least twice as many guards outside today. The first time you go out on the street, you will be held down by the night guard, and you are still gasping for breath. Then the captain will have to go to the police station to fish. We, you will really be out of breath at that time..."

Fanna leaned against the window and glanced down at Shirley who was lying on the window sill: "I didn't expect you to be quite sensitive to 'aura'."

"I'm very familiar with this feeling. The gas lamps in the downtown area always turn on later than in other neighborhoods. As night approaches, many people can't afford to light the lights at home. This tense atmosphere will darken as the sky darkens. And when the gas lamps light up, the whole street will breathe a sigh of relief, and we will feel like 'whoosh', and we know that we can sleep peacefully."

"But even if the city is brightly lit today, many people are bound to have trouble sleeping all night." Duncan came over, pressed Shirley's hair with one hand, and rubbed Agou's head with the other hand, "In After the sun goes out for the second time, even the most optimistic people can't help but start to worry about whether the sun will rise the next day."

Shirley tilted her head to the side, then suddenly raised her head and looked at Duncan with horrified eyes: "...Ah!? It really won't rise tomorrow?!"

Duncan had a weird look on his face: "...I didn't know, it doesn't count if I say it."

"Oh," Shirley scratched her hair, "It seems to be the same..."

Lucretia walked over from the side at this time: "There is news from the 'Observation Station' that the signal released by the luminous body has indeed completely stopped. Now they are preparing to send a team into the interior of the luminous body to check the Is there any change in the stone ball?"

Duncan raised his eyebrows: "Night work?"

"For the sea area where the 'Luminous Geometry' is located, it is always daytime," Lucretia spread her hands. "The sunlight can calm the abnormal power in the boundless sea. The research work around the Luminous Geometry has always been on a 24-hour basis. ongoing."

Duncan nodded, then suddenly turned back thoughtfully and glanced at Alice, who was winding up Luni not far away.

Miss Doll noticed the gaze, raised her head and gave a harmless smile to her side.

After the sun lit up again, the warning signal in Alice's "eyes" disappeared, and she returned to her normal state as if nothing had happened.

But Duncan was suddenly curious... What would happen if she were brought to the "stone ball" at this time?This doll, which is theoretically regarded as a "creation" by Holy Lord Yousu, will "see" something invisible to ordinary people again in front of the fragments of "Vision 001" also created by Holy Lord Yousui?

In fact, Duncan had taken Alice to see the luminous geometric object before, but at that time no one realized that there was actually an almost "homogeneous" connection between Alice and Vision 001, so he did not do any special research. For tests in this area, Alice's own attention was not focused on the luminous geometry - but this time, he wanted to do some purposeful "tests".

"...Lucy, I need you to help me make arrangements." Duncan turned his head and looked at Lucretia, "I want to take Alice to see the 'stone ball'."

Lucretia was startled, but quickly understood what Duncan meant and nodded immediately: "Understood."

Duncan hummed and looked into the air beside him.

A green flame ignited out of thin air as he focused his gaze, and a fat dove burning with spiritual fire appeared in front of him with fluttering wings: "Transmission successful! Transmission successful!"

"It's time to pick up the unlucky 'Keeper of the Truth'," Duncan said casually. "You should go to Lawrence - the White Oak can be used as a beacon. Do you know the way?"

Ai Yi tilted her head, thought briefly and then flapped her wings vigorously: "Air wife! Fantasy wife! Air wife! Fantasy wife!"

"...Lawrence's wife is no longer a fantasy - don't say this in front of Martha, or she will stew you." Duncan's eyes twitched, staring at the pigeons that were getting fatter and fatter every day. , "I thought about it, you'd better set off later, and then send Ted Leal directly to the stone ball. I'll just have a chat with him."

Pigeon suddenly became excited again: "Talk therapy, referred to as talk therapy~~" Duncan: "..."

……

Ted Leal put on a warm thick coat and walked slowly on the stern deck. The cold night wind blew from the sea, carrying a fishy and salty smell, and the sound of fine waves lapping against the hull echoed in the night. The continuous ups and downs in his mind gradually calmed down.

The sun ushered in the sunset normally after being relit, and the usual dusk was followed by a quiet night. At this moment, even the cold brilliance of the world's creation even seemed a little friendly.

"For a guy who just returned from subspace butterfly swimming, your recovery is not bad."

A hoarse and unpleasant voice came from the deck not far away. Ted looked around and saw the ugly mummy wearing a sailor's blouse sitting on a rope near the side of the ship, smiling towards him in the night.

That smile is enough to give someone a nightmare.

Ted frowned, walked towards the mummy, and leaned against the guardrail next to it.

"You don't actually need this thick coat, Mr. Keeper of the Secret," the "Sailor" glanced at Ted Leal's coat and said casually, "As far as I know, the 'Saint' has an unusual physique. For ordinary people, soaking in seawater for a while shouldn't make you feel cold...or is it that the chill of subspace is still soaking you?"

"...This is Captain Lawrence's kindness," Ted looked at the clothes he was wearing and said casually, then frowned, "Why do I feel...you seem to know a lot about 'Saints'?"

"I probably understand a little bit," "Sailor" grinned and smiled hoarsely, "I know that no matter what you were in the past, you can't be regarded as completely 'living people' after receiving the blessing. I also know that Your skin is strong enough to withstand swords, your bones can be shattered and reborn, your broken heart can keep your blood flowing, and you can survive for several days without breathing. Even a 'scholar' like you can survive the cold and heat after being promoted. Diseases and poisons of all kinds..."

Having said this, he paused, casually took out a bottle of beer from the side, and continued while shaking it: "Strictly speaking, you 'saints' are actually a group of 'abnormals' who are in a state of unblocking. It's just that Ordinary anomalies have gone out of control after being unblocked, and you...those who have blessed you are still controlling you."

Listening to the mumbling words, Ted Leal's expression suddenly became serious: "How do you know so much?"

"I am a 'sailor', and sailors should know many strange and strange things, because we are the souls wandering in the boundless sea - either wandering before life or after death. The more we linger for a long time, the more we know. There is nothing new in the boundless sea. ," "Sailor" opened his mouth, raised the beer in his hand and shook it, "Would you like a sip? Pure storm wine, a good wine produced by the Deep Sea Church, I secretly took it out from the captain's collection."

"...You dare to steal the captain's things?"

"Stealing wine from the captain's collection is also a necessary part of being a sailor - and being hanged on the mast is another part later," the mummy laughed hoarsely, raising the bottle and stuffing it down his throat. After drinking it, the wine flowed out from his riddled chest and a big hole on the side of his neck, dripping down on the deck, "Hiss—good wine."

Ted Leal didn't pay attention to the interruption from the mummy. He still looked at the anomaly numbered 077 with suspicion, which was marked as a "special out-of-control state" in the official information. After a while, he suddenly asked. : "Were you ever supposed to be a human being?"

"I didn't know," the sailor shrugged nonchalantly, "Anyway, 'humans' can become abnormal under certain conditions, so that's just what you think I am."

Ted Leal noticed that the sailor did not directly answer what he meant, so he did not pursue the question. He just suddenly changed the subject after a few seconds of silence: "Where is this ship going?"

"Lensa, the captain has received a big order. He is going to pick up twelve sealed artifacts and transfer them to another northern city-state."

"……How many?!"

"Twelve pieces."

"...A large transport ship personally escorted by a saint can only transport eight anomalies at a time - don't you consider the strict containment conditions of anomalies and the possibility of conflict and influence?" Ted ·Liel was stunned, "Who gave you the permission to sign?!"

"It was signed by the Church of the Deep Sea, what's wrong?" The sailor glanced at Ted, "Don't make such a fuss, this is the 'Homeless Fleet' wholeheartedly transporting it - we transport twelve pieces at a time because Lensa meets the shipping conditions. There are only twelve sealed objects. As for the sealed objects getting out of control..."

The mummy stopped, raised his finger and pointed at himself: "I am the only anomaly on this ship that is 'out of control'. Now TM is on duty 24 hours a day. When we get off the ship and fight, we come on board and wipe the deck. When we meet people who come back from subspace butterfly swimming, we have to go to the sea to fish people out." If you give me a chance to come back again, I'll die in a shroud and I won't wake up - Abnormal guarantees that need to use 'transportation' to enhance the sealing effect also have a certain ability to think. They see me like this, and after boarding the ship All of them were as quiet as quails, and those with the innate ability to move learned to take the initiative to help the captain close the seal room after he inspected it..."

Ted Leal: "...?"

(End of this chapter)