Deep Sea Embers

The flames in the mirror receded, and the majestic figure gradually disappeared into the darkness, but the mysterious symbol Captain Duncan showed to himself still remained clearly in his mind.

Morris left the room, glanced at his sleeping wife, and then came to the writing desk under the window. He took out a pen and paper, and with the cold night light outside the window, while his memory was still very clear, he wrote about the mysterious and weird man. The symbols are depicted.

Afterwards, this knowledgeable old scholar frowned and looked at the diagram on the paper and fell into a brief thought.

Even a scholar who could pass the most rigorous examination of the Academy of Truth was confused when he saw this symbol - the only thing he was sure of was that this thing was definitely not a symbol used by any city gang, church or official organization. , nor does it conform to the runic norms in occult symbolism.

According to the captain, this was the emblem carried by several ascetics who visited the Lost Home a hundred years ago, and now he suddenly became interested in this emblem.

As the captain's "subordinate", Morris did not intend to pry into the captain's secrets, but he became very curious about those mysterious ascetics - what kind of "person" would carry such a weird talisman , and can it suddenly attract the attention of Captain Duncan a hundred years later?

After thinking for a long time, Morris breathed a sigh of relief, folded the paper properly, put it in the desk drawer and locked it carefully.

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He plans to wait until the sun rises tomorrow before going to the study to read the classics about ancient city-states and secret societies. Although the God of Wisdom has given his followers excellent memory, no matter how good the memory is, there may be loopholes. Do you have records about this symbol in your collection of books?

If you can't find any clues in your collection of books...then go to several large libraries in the city-state and the archives of universities in the upper city to investigate. Although you have left your university position for many years, your original connections and influence are still there. , it is not a problem to borrow some precious classics.

If there is no record of this in the whole of Pland, then we can only write fairy tales and send telegrams to old friends in Lunsa and other places - there are several old friends who are well-versed in the fields of history and mysticism. Maybe they can help. Even if they can't, the universities and research institutions behind them can.

In any case, this was the first task assigned to him by the captain - he had given him the miracle of resurrection from the dead, and now he finally had a chance to help.

Morris silently thought about this in his mind, and his irritable mood due to insomnia calmed down completely. He seemed to have found the strong feeling of fighting for a certain goal that he had when he first entered the school. With this, Fighting spirit surged up together·

There is also the long-lost sleepiness.

…

Tirian had been tossing and turning in bed for several hours and still didn't feel sleepy.

He has lost count of how many years he has not had such severe insomnia. As the commander of the Sea Fog Fleet and the captain of the Sea Fog, he has always had strong self-control and a good work and rest schedule. He can fall asleep and wake up easily. Be as precise and controlled as a machine - except today.

Various thoughts and images kept rising and falling in his mind, mixed with countless yellowed and trivial memories, the flames emerging in the mirror, the gloomy and majestic father, the ship that once set sail amidst cheers and praises. The exploration ship, the shadow of the ship returning from subspace...

There is even the encounter with the Lost Home in the Frost Offshore, and what the Frost Queen said to herself at the beginning of the launch of the "Abyss Project" - one by one

"There are terrifying things under the deep sea, but there must also be all the answers under the deep sea."

Tirian rolled over and sat up in bed.

He looked at the wall not far away. The mirror that was originally hung on the wall had been taken off and was still upside down on the table next to it. A slightly lighter oval mark was left on the wall. , the suitcase containing the crystal ball and lens set was placed at the end of the bed, and the lock was re-locked. The other places in the room with mirrors or smooth mirrors were also covered with cloth.

But the white cloth covering the mirror made the room look even more eerie and strange. Under the cold glow of the World Creation, the room looked like a gathering place for souls.

But Tirian is not afraid of ghosts. He has a ship of living dead sailors, a cursed living battleship, and several secret bases where weird and terrifying visions appear all the year round. Compared with his father, ghosts are nothing. Nothing terrible.

After pacing back and forth in the quiet and eerie room for a few minutes, Tirian's eyes fell on the suitcase at the end of the bed. After a slight hesitation, he picked up the suitcase.

Purley had already flown back to the ship to report that he was safe. As a captain, it was not easy for him to go to the next room to wake up his subordinates and play cards with him to relieve his boredom. It was better to see what Donke was doing with Siya.

Maybe the other person is suffering from insomnia just like me.

Turning on the light, placing the box on the table, and opening the lid, a crystal ball surrounded by a complex lens group and an orphan connecting arm appeared in front of him. Tirian stretched out his hand, but before he could activate the lens, the device buzzed. There was a buzzing sound, and the crystal ball in the center was quickly lit up.

In just a moment, Lucretia's figure appeared in the crystal ball.

The "Sea Witch", who was wearing a gauze skirt, black hair shawl, and a mysterious temperament, was looking at her brother with a tired look on her face.

"Brother, I have insomnia."

"If you have insomnia, you can find your puppets to relieve your boredom, or do your magic experiments," Tirian said with a serious face, "I am formulating the follow-up development plan of the Sea Mist Team.

"But your hair is as messed up as if you've been rolling around on the pillow for four hours." Lucretia said calmly, "Is this a new posture when making development plans?" "

…

Tirian was silent for a few seconds. Any good advice? Use your cleverness as a witch...forget it

When I didn't ask.

The two brothers and sisters fell into an awkward silence for a moment, and then chatted a few words each, but they both intentionally or unintentionally avoided the key point, but gradually, the topic inevitably began to move in a certain direction.

"...I just made some changes to Runi," Lucretia said. "I strengthened her joint protection, and added a small container and protection for storing holy oil next to the sphere where the soul is stored. Runes."

"Do you think this will stop my father from contacting you through "Nelu, next time?" "

"No, but maybe it can prevent Runi from getting stuck next time," Lucretia said with a hint of helplessness in her tone, "She was actually worried about the last time she got stuck, and we had a serious discussion about it just now. Ichiban.”

Tirian was a little curious: "Communication? What did you communicate with your puppet?"

"She advised me not to be nervous, and I advised her to be more open-minded."

Tirian: "..."

There was silence between them again, but this time it didn't last long before Tirian suddenly said: "Actually, I was thinking about something just now."

"What are you thinking about?"

"Do you still remember the last words that father said today?" Tirian said slowly, "He said that he found Luni's sister, 'Nelu,' and mentioned that the doll has never been sold..."

Lucrecia's eyes changed slightly: "What do you mean?

"This means that the store is still there - do you still remember where the doll store is?" Tirian's expression became serious, "I only remember that it is in Zengland City."

Lucretia frowned slightly and fell into memories, while Tirian continued to speak slowly: "If father really bought Nelu from that doll store, then this revealed a very crucial piece of information: He had already set foot in this city-state in some way before Purand encountered historical contamination, and even acted openly here..."

"Have you ever thought that this was a clue that my father deliberately revealed to us?" Lucmyacia suddenly said, "Now that you have thought of this, maybe this is what my father deliberately wanted you to investigate."

Tirian was silent for a few seconds before speaking: "I have considered this possibility - but even so, you know I will not let this clue go."

"...I only vaguely remember the location of that store," Lucretia said. "It should be on the edge of the upper city, near an intersection in the southern lower city.

Recently, the owner of the shop was an elf lady... When I saw her a century ago, she seemed very old, but considering the lifespan of elves, she should still be the owner of the shop now. "

Tirian nodded slightly and silently took note of the information provided by Lucretia.

…

There was a slight storm on the sea, and the Lost Home was slightly rocking the hull in the wind and waves. Duncan sat at the navigation table, studying the foggy chart in front of him with some boredom.

His body in the city-state of Pland has already fallen asleep, but this "body" on the Lost Home barely needs rest. As a result, the night flight has become a rather boring time. , especially the double restrictions of not being suitable for reading at night and not being suitable for reading at sea. He couldn't bring the recreational books he bought in Puland here to relieve his boredom. This boredom was even more basic.

After all, he couldn't just treat exploring this ship as a pleasure every day. No matter how big the Lost Home was, there would be an end to its exploration.

"I kind of want to walk around the spirit world and invite Vanna and Tirian to play cards. In boredom, Duncan sighed and raised his eyes and looked at the goat head, "It's hard to tell Vanna, Tirian. Ryan probably won't be able to sleep tonight

"If you really do this, he will lose sleep tomorrow night," Goat Head said immediately, "But frankly speaking, your idea is really attractive and has full horror and entertainment effects - you plan to knock it down first who?"

“That’s what I’m saying,” Duncan glanced at the goat head and glanced at the chart again, but suddenly, he seemed to think of something again and suddenly raised his head, “How long until sunrise?

"...There are still three hours," Goat Head made a rough estimate, "if it rises on time today.

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