Deep Sea Embers

The steam walker stopped in front of the trestle. Fanna stood on the shell of the spider machine, raised her head and looked at the legendary ship in front of her, known as the "unsinkable battleship."

Unsinkable, not invincible - This ship may be really hard to sink, but that doesn't mean it can't be beaten to a pulp.

It is obvious to the naked eye that the Sea Mist has experienced a fierce battle... Of course, if you think about the intact state of the Lost Home that you saw on the big bell tower at that time, you can also say that the steel battleship in front of you was beaten unilaterally. A meal - Fanna actually doesn't know much about the ship field, but she knows how incredible it is for a ship to become like this and still float to the port smoothly.

This is the result after the Sea Mist has used its powerful "unsinkable" ability to repair itself for a whole day and night.

Recalling the incident on the Homeless Ship and the cursed connection between herself and Captain Duncan, Vanna felt a little headache. She rubbed her forehead, jumped from the steam walker to the ground, and saw different things at the same time. A long springboard also extends from the side of the Seamist in the distance. There are several

The figure is appearing on the springboard.

The leader is a one-eyed man wearing a majestic captain's uniform, slightly curly black hair, and an eyepatch. His face looks three-thirds similar to Duncan Abnomar, but compared with the oppressive ghost captain, at this moment Captain Tirian, who was walking towards the trestle, looked quite tired.

Behind the famous pirate captain, there are several followers. Their skin is pale, and the expressions on their faces are like solidified plaster statues, with a faint inhuman temperament - but overall, they don't look like It's as scary as described in many horror stories.

Vanna has heard a lot of rumors related to the Sea Mist - since this is more or less a ship belonging to "human civilization", the stories about it are naturally richer and more detailed than those of the Lost Home. Among the rumors, the most mentioned ones are the undead sailors under Tyrion Abnomar.

Legend has it that these sailors were all the men taken away by Tirian when he defected from the Frost. Some of them were even veterans who belonged to the Lost Home fleet a century ago. They were affected by the warp just like their captain - The curse that haunted the members of Abu Nomar's family has escaped.

In their followers, they turned into immortal living dead.

They cannot die in the real dimension, nor can they enjoy the warmth of the real world like living people. They cannot feel a moment of peace in the world of living people, but they cannot step through the resting door of Bartok, the god of death. .

In other rumors, it is mentioned that these living dead sailors have no attachment to the world and their former compatriots. It is only due to some ancient and powerful restraints that they must serve their masters forever—— The eldest son of the Abu Nomar family.

Vanna stared closely at those figures, watching them step onto the land of Puland City-State and walk towards this side under the leadership of Tirian.

The living dead... From a strict definition, they are already the subjects of Bartok, the god of death, and Bartok and the other three gods belong to the righteous camp, so these living dead sailors are also allowed to set foot on the land of the city-state. But this does not mean that ordinary people can accept these creepy "former compatriots". At the same time, considering that these living dead sailors are also inextricably linked to the "curse" of the Abnomar family, Vanna You must pay attention to their movements at all times.

It's just... how different is this Pland, which has been completely burned by the flames of the Lost Home, compared with these sailors who have been immortalized by the curse in front of them?

Vanna couldn't help but have this extremely troubled question pop up in her mind, and just as she was distracted, the one-eyed pirate captain had already arrived in front of her.

"Greetings to you - Your Majesty the Inquisitor," Tirian took off his captain's hat and bowed slightly to greet him. He was surprised by Vanna's youth and height of 1.9 meters, but he did not show it at all. He was not at all polite and considerate. Like a feared pirate, but one who is still loyal to someone

The naval commander of a city-state said, "Thank you for welcoming me personally."

"Nice to meet you, Captain Tirian,

"Fana quickly woke up from her distraction and nodded to the man in front of her who looked to be about thirty years old. She subconsciously compared the man with the "Captain Duncan" she had seen, and found that he was not the same man. Not as tall as his father, but also less suffocatingly majestic, "You responded to Plande's call for help. For this alone, the arrival of the Sea Mist is worthy of my personal welcome."

"But after all, we were of no use." Tirian sighed with a strange expression, and then subconsciously raised his head and looked around the port, as if he was looking for something.

"What are you looking for?" Fanna vaguely guessed what the other party was doing, but still asked casually.

"With all due respect, have you received the message sent before we docked?" Tirian said nervously while looking around, "

We encountered the Lost Home on the road, and although we tried our best to intercept it, the ship still..."

"Your father has been here," Fanna sighed, "he just left yesterday."

As soon as these words came out, the big pirate Captain Tirian opposite her suddenly became as still as a stone sculpture, and even the cold and stiff faces of the few followers behind him trembled.

"I...I didn't hear clearly." It took a few seconds for Tirian to react. He looked at the young judge in front of him with a ghostly expression. "Miss Judge, you said that my father yesterday..."

He deliberately added an accent to the word "father", as if he was afraid that Vanna was joking with him on this fatal issue.

"The situation is very complicated, we need to explain it carefully," Fanna sighed again, "The Homeless Ship did appear, but it is completely different from the situation described in the letter we originally sent you, Plande The city-state has just experienced a huge... change. Please come with me, Bishop Valentine is already waiting in the cathedral. We are in urgent need of all kinds of information, and you must also have countless questions that need answers."

Tirian felt that all the plans he had made on the way were disrupted. He followed Vanna's footsteps almost in a daze and walked towards the steam walkers from the cathedral - there was a black one specially prepared for guests. The steam train has stopped on the side of the road, with the logo of the Church of the Deep Sea hanging on it.

"...To be honest, I thought you would stop me at the dock area," Tirian said on the way to the car, perhaps to break the awkward atmosphere, or perhaps to relieve some unwarranted pressure. (For some reason, he always felt a vague pressure when he saw Fanna), and suddenly said in a self-deprecating tone, "After all, under normal circumstances, the city-state authorities will reject a pirate. Ashore, or simply prepare a noose for the pirates."

"This is not Frost—the northern city-states' arrest warrants for the Sea Fog have nothing to do with Purender, unless one day you do something big and are jointly wanted by the entire Infinite Sea," Vanna Said casually, "But before that, to Plander, you were just a captain who was eager to provide assistance, and..."

As she spoke, she turned back and glanced at the Seamist, which even though it was scarred, still exuded majestic momentum.

"And to be honest, even in the northern seas, is there really any city-state that can put a noose around your neck when you dock?"

Tirian thought for a moment and laughed.

"When I land, those city-state guards will politely call me 'the boss of Sea Mist Ventures,' and when doubts arise, they will promote my visit as a business transaction between the city-state and the Sea Mist Fleet." ——Did you know that there is a proverb among pirates: the lowest wanted order makes little pirates sleepless and sleepless, the city-state wanted order makes big pirates sit on pins and needles, and the top wanted order... is used by the parties involved Wipe the table and sword."

The great pirate paused and said calmly: "Except for Frost, I can safely set foot on the land of any northern city-state."

Fanna raised her eyebrows: "Except for the frost?"

...Her Majesty Le Nora ordered me to leave the frost." Tirian suppressed the smile on her face, "She has not taken back the order. "

Fanna glanced at the other party, and saw that the expression on the big pirate's face had become particularly recognizing at some point.

real.

She didn't say much, she just stopped at the intersection and pointed to the welcome car next to her: "Please get in, Captain Tirian,"

After saying that, she turned around and jumped onto a steam walker next to her, standing there majestically as usual.

Tirian turned around and got into the car with several of his followers.

The moment the car door closed, he breathed a deep sigh of relief.

"Captain," a follower noticed his boss's movements and couldn't help but look over curiously, "Are you okay? I felt you were a little... tense just now, when you were dealing with other famous captains or city-state officials. I’ve never been so tight.”

"I don't know why, but I always feel a kind of...indescribable pressure when talking to the young judge." In front of several of his most trusted subordinates, Tirian did not hide his feelings just now, " This feeling is completely different from when I dealt with officials from other city-states in the past. Even when I passed by the Death Temple on the cruise, I never felt this weird pressure. "

"Is there any?" The attendant frowned in confusion, "Why didn't I feel it...although the judge is indeed a bit tall and looks quite powerful..."

"It's not this kind of pressure," Tirian shook his head, "Okay, let's not continue the discussion. The power of the high-level saint is extremely powerful, and she can hear you."

When the attendant heard this, he immediately closed his mouth nervously.

Tirian breathed a sigh of relief and looked out the car window with a complicated expression at the scenery of Pland that had begun to move gradually.

In his childhood, he and Lucretia had briefly stayed in this city-state, but that was already a century ago, and today this pearl on the sea... is already a completely unfamiliar land to him.

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