Deep Sea Embers

The figure in the mirror really left - without doing anything extra, just as he said at the beginning, just "come and see what's going on."

Fanna stared at the mirror warily for a long time before she finally confirmed this and truly felt relieved.

Then she fell into a brief moment of introspection and doubt.

The suspicion is due to the professional habits of the Inquisitor. It is really difficult for her to truly trust a "person" like Captain Duncan who has memorized a century of horrific legends and is related to the subspace, even if the other person really seems sensible and friendly, and It has indeed protected the city-state of Rand, but the reason for reflection is simpler——

She realized that she had gradually become less vigilant during her interactions with Captain Duncan.

This was an inappropriate sign of weakness, and she never thought this would happen to her.

In the final analysis, this is because I fell into wavering and self-doubt, and lost the purity of belief, which led to holes in my mind.

Fanna thought deeply about herself, and in the end, she sighed softly.

In any case, the city has survived safely, and she will tell Bishop Valentine what happened tonight, including... her own shaking.

The sigh of the young judge faded into the darkness as the lights went out.

…

On the second floor of the antique shop in the lower city, Duncan looked back at the Plander Cathedral. Looking at the night view of the city with thousands of lights far and near, a thoughtful expression appeared on his face.

He didn't know what happened to Vanna, but one thing was obvious. The young judge's mental state had just experienced a brief and dangerous wavering - this wavering even directly touched his perception, forcing him to directly A projection was made in the real world to see what happened to Vanna.

Looking back now, the aura he felt on Fanna's body at that time was actually vaguely familiar - the aura was hidden in the depths of her spiritual world and surrounded her. If he discerned it carefully, it looked a bit like...

It's like the wonderful feeling you get when you're on the bottom of the Lost Home, looking through the cracks at the muddy light and shadow outside the hull.

It's subspace.

Judging from the last question that Vanna suddenly asked herself, the trouble she encountered might actually be related to subspace.

Duncan tapped his fingers on the window sill unconsciously, guessing the truth.

Before leaving, he strengthened the seal he left on the other party. This power should be able to help her resist the possible erosion when necessary, but the key to the question is, why is Vanna, a high-level saint, Will a hint of subspace suddenly appear?

Duncan's thoughts spread, and he suddenly thought of some other clues, or "knowledge" - under certain circumstances, the souls of the Four Gods' believers are more easily corroded by the subspace than mortals, and their souls are corroded after being corroded. It will even directly generate a connection between the real dimension and subspace.

In the chasm of the Sixth Street, the initial invasion also started from the shadow of the nun’s soul...

Will a similar situation happen to Vanna? If so, what is the reason behind this counter-intuitive phenomenon?

After a moment of reflection, Duncan took a breath and turned away from the window.

In any case, he should pay more attention to Fanna's special "node" in the future - now Fanna lacks trust in herself as a "ghost captain", and of course she will not take the initiative to tell all the secrets, which requires her to It's a waste of time.

On the way back to the bedroom, Duncan heard the voices of two young girls laughing and joking from the next room - the voices of Nina and Shirley.

Although they have returned to the city-state from the Lost Home, they still seem to be very excited, especially Nina.

The child didn't seem to have any psychological shadow at all about the eerie Earth Spirit Photo, nor did she have any uneasiness about the future - she was as cheerful as usual, and even... seemed to be a little more cheerful.

Is it the impact of solar debris? Or is it because she has a strong receptive ability?

Duncan mused,

He suddenly felt that... he seemed to have discovered some unexpected "talent" in Nina.

As night fell, the cold, pale light of the World's Creation illuminated the open deck of the Lost Home.

The sound of brisk footsteps broke the silence on the ghost ship in the night, and a figure wearing a gorgeous dress and silver hair shawl came to the bridge at the stern of the ship.

Alice raised her head and looked at the captain who was learning to steer by himself. His light purple eyes reflected the light and looked sparkling: "Captain! Where should we go next?"

We don’t have a destination for the time being, so let’s leave the busy routes between city-states first.” Duncan lowered his head and glanced at the puppet, “You seem to be in a good mood? "

"Yes, yes!" Alice nodded enthusiastically. No matter how elegant and noble her appearance was, the cheerful look in her eyes when she nodded was enough to make her want to feel silly. "It's so lively on the boat today! This is the first time I know, It turns out that just having a lot of people gathering together can be so interesting..."

"It's not 'fun' to bring people together all the time - but it might be a little difficult for you to understand now," Duncan said casually, "Also, keep your head under control, you can use it when your head falls off today." They were terrified,"

"Oh..." Alice hurriedly held her head, then seemed a little worried, "Then they...won't stop coming because of this, right?"

“This worry is unnecessary.

Alice said oh again, and then she was quiet for less than two seconds, and then asked again: "Then...can I still go to the city-state to play in the future? I didn't get to see the world well this time, and I met …It’s a mess, I feel dizzy…”

Duncan's eyes swept across the sea and then back to Alice: "Of course, I can ask Ai to send you to the antique store tomorrow - I still need your help there."

"Really?" Alice's eyes brightened visibly, and she seemed very surprised, "I thought... we wouldn't go back to the city-state most of the time in the future. After all... you seem to have finished your work there. ?”

Duncan did not answer the other party immediately, but deliberately kept quiet for several seconds before suddenly asking: "Do you think I pay attention to Purander because there is something I have to do?"

Alice was stunned for a moment, then scratched her head belatedly: "I... don't know."

Duncan smiled, shook his head, and gently released the steering wheel in his hand.

There was a slight creaking sound from all over the Lost Home, and the spiritual sail on the mast was slightly furled, and the ship entered the "cruising state" taken over by the goat head.

"We just solved the trouble caused by a group of cultists." Duncan stepped down from the bridge and walked towards the captain's cabin. He said to Alice casually, "As for Pland... I think that city-state Destined with me.”

The captain walked away, and Alice thought for a moment in confusion, then turned to look at the direction the other party left; "... As expected of the captain, so profound...

Duncan came to the door of the captain's cabin. He raised his head and saw the words "Gate of the Homeless" reflected on the door frame like the dim light from the creation of the world.

He took a gentle breath to calm himself down, and then put his hand on the doorknob.

Gently push inwards.

The hazy and twisted mist appeared in front of him. Duncan stepped forward and felt the familiar momentary weightlessness and slight dizziness. The dislocation feeling of traveling through endless time and space and arriving at the destination in an instant passed by. Then, the surroundings calm down.

The never-ending sound of wind and waves on the boundless sea and the slight creaking of the Lost Homeship have gone away. The fishy sea breeze has also quietly disappeared. There is a familiar smell around, which comes from the room where I have lived for many years. .

Zhou Ming opened his eyes and looked at the unchanging scene in the bachelor's apartment.

As usual, the first thing he did after returning here was to confirm the general situation of the entire room, confirm whether there were any changes here after he left, confirm whether the thick fog outside the window showed signs of dissipating, and confirm that he had stayed on the window and Have the strings and scraps of paper on the windowsill ever been left untouched?

passing places

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Even though he knew it was meaningless, he still regarded this series of "confirmations" as some kind of necessary task to complete.

After completing this series of confirmations, his second thing was to go to his desk.

Zhou Ming lowered his head and looked at the things on his desk calmly.

A city-state like a miniature model of Pland is quietly placed on the table.

Exquisite and restored, every detail is lifelike, and even every floor tile and street lamp may be exactly the same as the real Plande.

Or in other words, this is the "projection" of the real Poland in some form in his bachelor apartment,

It appears here, as expected.

The fine flames that danced and burned on the desk completed the final carving of this "collection". Now, this perfect masterpiece has been presented in front of its owner.

Zhou Ming breathed out softly, sat down slowly at the table, and looked at this exquisite "model".

Compared with the "model" of the Lost Home, the size of this "city-state" is obviously much larger, but it is obviously not proportionally scaled. It seems to be just the right size to be placed in a separate grid on the shelf. It's like it was tailor-made for that place.

In this vivid city-state model, no residents can be seen. It seems that the "people" living in the city-state cannot form a projection here?

Zhou Ming was deep in thought, and looked at the city-state of Puland for a long time. Finally, he breathed a sigh of relief, picked up this large "collection" with both hands, and carefully placed it not far away. On the storage shelf.

After putting it away, he took two steps back and silently admired his new collection.

The Lost Home has moved away from Pland, but the captain... has never left his loyal city-state.

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