Deep Sea Embers

Bishop Valentine put away the paper with the strange emblem.

"None of us knows this pattern. It probably comes from a very ancient era, or from a secret society that has never been exposed to the outside world," the old bishop said while putting away the paper. "It may be found in the archives. Corresponding records, in addition, I will also contact some academic friends to see if they know this thing. "

Vanna's eyes returned to Tirian, and she looked at the "pirate captain" in front of her curiously: "Was there anything unusual before your father had a secret conversation with those weird ascetics? For example, Suddenly obtained a mysterious book, or explored some secret place? "

"It's hard to say," Tirian shook his head, "You should know that a century ago, he was one of the most outstanding explorers in the world, and it was his job to deal with all kinds of strange relics or secret places. Daily work - he is exposed to the things you just mentioned almost all day long, and Lucretia and I had just started to help my father share some things at that time, and did not have many opportunities to learn more about his collection. and……"

Tirian paused for a moment, then sighed softly.

"And at that time, Lucretia and I didn't even think about what would happen later. Those weird visitors, although a little weird, but my father himself often received all kinds of strange guests, and when we became aware of his state When something was getting more and more wrong, nearly a year had passed since that secret conversation, and nothing could be found if we went back to investigate. "

Fanna nodded slightly, and at this moment, a loud bell and a whistle suddenly came from the window, interrupting the conversation in the living room.

"The evening bell has struck," Bishop Pland looked up out of the window and saw that the sun bound by double runes was gradually sinking into the sea level, and the shadow of the Creation of the World could still be vaguely seen in the sky. , "You can stop here today."

Then he withdrew his gaze and nodded to Tirian: "If you don't mind, you can rest in the cathedral tonight. We also have dinner prepared for the guests and a guest room where they will not be disturbed."

"Thank you very much," Tirian refused happily, and then said, "I plan to stay in that city-state for a few more days - he lived there briefly a hundred years later, and now I still feel the changes in it. Very interested.”

"Um."

After a while, the lens group started to vibrate slightly, and the crystal ball in the center also started to emit a faint light. Along with a burst of disturbing noise, an unclear image of the Valentin Amo Lake appeared in the water ball. Figure: "You are..."

"Watch the door and don't let anyone disturb you," Tirian ordered his subordinates.

Time is limited and is about to reach its critical point.

Fanna stood up from the sofa and nodded to Tirian: "Take them to the guest room."

"It doesn't matter, it is indeed a curse," Tirian sighed, "If it hadn't been for such a weird and bizarre situation happening to Cressy, we just mentioned the normal situation of 'I,' and there are some things I really don't want to recall. ”

Those words that you couldn't understand at the time now seem to be inextricably linked to the "countdown" Tirian mentioned!

This is a lens device with a simple structure, consisting of a few large lenses and orphan connecting rods, with a small crystal ball placed in the center.

Tirian didn't know what the judge was thinking, but he felt that the atmosphere was a lot more awkward, but the embarrassment did not last long - Vanna took the initiative to break the silence.

"You... the border..." Lu Valentinya's voice came from the crystal ball, with crackling interference, but it was barely distinguishable, "There... the environment... the interference became stronger, I... Adjustment...are you okay now?"

"The environment there has changed a little, and the spiritual world has produced strange fluctuations in the real dimension," the voice in the crystal ball explained, "Is everything okay, brother? The Brilliant Star is passing through the unstable sea. There must be something important. of……"

"Why do you ask that?"

"No, Your Majesty the Inquisitor," Tirian shook his head, then

The tone was a little firm, "I just suddenly thought of what you just mentioned. You said that you communicated with my father several times... In addition to communication, did he also give you some... other things, such as ,strength?"

"What's wrong with me?" Lu Valentinya frowned, "Has he seen me at close range?"

"Captain, are you okay?" A close sailor looked at his boss with a little worry, "You have been serious since you came ashore." After a short silence, Tirian continued: "I have never disclosed it to outsiders. There are so many things related to me, I hope you can understand this.”

"Why are you so stupid?" Tirian frowned, "Where are you now?"

Suddenly, he recalled the last moment he made eye contact with the judge...

"I didn't expect that the Judge would personally lead the way," Tirian said casually on the way to the guest room. "For a 'pirate,' that is the greatest honor."

"...'Pirate is just a convenient identity. It is very convenient for you to cause trouble for certain people on the cold sea. And we also want to use your identity to make you issue fewer wanted orders to pretend that you are still useful. ," Tirian said calmly, "But what you just mentioned is all in the past, Your Majesty the Inquisitor."

"He looks a little relaxed, Captain Tirian," he asked directly, "should I make you relaxed?"

A few seconds ago, Lu Valentinya's slightly relaxed voice came: "He really encountered the Lost Home? Is he okay now?"

"...You have something to do," Tirian calmed down, waved to his subordinates, and walked towards the nearby table, "Bring the things here."

A sailor immediately stepped forward and placed a suitcase brought from the Seamist on the table. Tirian opened the suitcase with a key, revealing the items inside.

"I don't mean anything else," Tirian suddenly realized that the question he just asked might be a bit offensive to a pious and steadfast saint, and immediately explained, "I just want to remind you that my father...he never The power brought back from the subspace is very strange and difficult to remove, and like the chaos erosion from the subspace, this power is extremely polluting. If you accidentally get too contaminated..."

But in fact, what you are thinking is that the other party's reminder may be a little late - Captain Duncan's influence is more serious than everyone imagined. Now you can only hope that the captain will really knock on you next time he comes to see you. The door is open...

"...Not entirely." "This..." Lu Valentinya opened her mouth, seemingly hesitant, "Then what he saw this time was your father?" "

The corridor has reached its end.

"Of course not," Zeng Lande smiled, "The Sea Mist is already a friend of Cressy's, and we are always prepared for our friend - he can stay there as long as he wants."

"I'm curious about one thing," he suddenly asked, "about this 'countdown' that your father mentioned after going crazy... Do you know any more information? Did he mention any details? "

"Just a pirate, right?" Vanna turned her head slightly, with a smile on her face, "Your Excellency's identity is not so special - the son of Duncan, the general of the Frost King, the commander of the Sea Mist Fleet, if you are boundless If the pirates on the sea are like that... then we don't need any city-state authorities.

"Of course," Fanna nodded slightly, "I'm sure you were in his position. I wouldn't be willing to reveal my family's...curse to outsiders." Sorry, I can't think of other words. "

He recalled the last conversation he had just had with the young judge, and recalled the seemingly invisible pressure he felt on the other person. Only then did he feel a belated sense of joy.

"Thank you for your guidance," Tirian nodded to Vanna, "I want to spend some time with my subordinates next,"

Fanna noticed the other party's weirdness.

"You are in Crecy now," Tirian said straight to the point. "The Seamist was severely damaged in the battle with the Homeless, and the situation in that city-state seems not to be right."

[To be honest, I have been reading books recently to catch up on updates. I can switch sources and read aloud with many sounds. It can be used on both Android and Apple. 】

Vanna's footsteps suddenly stopped.

crystal ball

The figure opposite was stunned for a moment.

Thinking back to the young judge's experience of communicating with "this person" several times recently, Tirian even had some terrible conjectures about the indescribable pressure.

As he spoke, his gaze inadvertently glanced at Fanna's eyes, and the next second, he lowered his gaze involuntarily.

When asking that question, what Vanna recalled in her mind was her previous communication with the storm goddess Gemona, and the incomprehensible words that the goddess conveyed to her——

Vanna woke up from her thoughts. The words Tirian just said still echoed in her heart, and she nodded subconsciously and said goodbye to the little pirate.

At this moment, he felt that he was standing under the gaze of his "father"!

After the solitary meeting began, Tirian left the living room with Vanna, and joined the accompanying sailors who were resting in the far room, and the group walked toward the depths of the cathedral.

The door to the guest room was closed, and after the surroundings became quiet, Tirian finally breathed a sigh of relief.

This vague pressure appeared again, and it was more obvious than what I had felt on the dock before.

"Thanks for the reminder." Fanna took a deep breath and thanked her sincerely.

"...Frankly speaking, I was beaten hard, but the situation is fine now," Tirian said in a low voice, "The problem is...'There seems to be something wrong with me."

After a few seconds of silence, he spoke in a deep voice: "In his last days, he suddenly said something to Lucy Dingshanya. He said, 'Your world is just a pile of fading remnants. fire,

After a few sailors left, I focused my attention on the crystal ball, gently adjusted the angle of one of the lenses, and shouted loudly: "Lu Valentinia."

Tirian met Vanna's gaze.

The disturbing sound finally disappeared, and the figure of Valentine City gradually became turbid.

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