Deep Sea Embers

Not only Vanna vaguely felt that something was wrong, but the saints nearby also felt that something was wrong. These hazy soul projections subconsciously looked at the ancient existence wrapped in a shroud with a hideous appearance, and in front of them In his impressions and in the records of church classics, all descriptions of this "gravekeeper" carry words such as "cold, responsible, and indifferent"——

There is no record that he would say "please" to the chosen listener! However, Fanna didn't have time to think too much. She noticed that the tombkeeper was still waiting patiently for her, so she quickly gathered her thoughts and nodded: "Okay."

The tombkeeper turned around and led Vanna towards the grand and ancient mausoleum palace, leaving the saints in the square watching the two retreating figures.

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The heavy mausoleum door closed behind her, seeming to cut off the sound of the entire world. Standing in the cold and silent corridor, Fanna's heart gradually calmed down.

This was already the second time she had entered this tomb. Compared with the slightly nervous and nervous mood when she first entered, she was now more or less accustomed to it.

She knew that she would go straight forward, pass through the passage with many messages from her predecessors, enter the deepest tomb, and see the body of the unknown king. Then, she would forget what she saw and heard, and be Send it to the outside of the mausoleum - and on the parchment in her hand, she will leave notes recorded by her own hands.

Those secrets that cannot be taken out of the mausoleum will be torn away, those things that can be revealed to the world will be left behind, and the pollution she suffered in the process of listening to knowledge will be safely "forgotten" with her own Remain in the tomb.

Fanna composed herself and stepped forward. A slightly light footsteps followed him.

The young judge stopped in astonishment and looked back at the tombkeeper following him.

The tombkeeper just stared at the "visitor" in front of him quietly, with no emotion visible in his single eye. After a few seconds, he nodded and walked forward slowly: "Okay, please go straight forward. When it's over, I'll send you out."

Yan Feng and Pu Lande immediately bowed and saluted: "His Majesty the Pope."

Fanna's eyes swept over these unfamiliar handwritings - Fanna then reacted and rushed in to pick up the parchment in her hand - as expected, there was still not much parchment this time, but it was the same as last time. Compared with a small note, the situation is much better.

"Vision-Helena."

Why is that cold and arrogant ancient guard so polite today?

She walked towards the chair and sat down carefully, then raised her head and looked at the headless body on the throne.

That made Vanna a little at a loss—compared to Bishop Plande, she was still too young.

"It's just that there is no number, which is a bit too 'unusual reaction,'"

At this moment, the occasionally serious and self-denying Miss Inquisitor actually had a somewhat outrageous thought in her mind - next time she comes, there shouldn't be many fruit plates in that place...

"Maybe that is not wrong and intuitive information, but the key part has been torn off," another saint muttered, "Compared to that, the content of the last sentence is..."

Yan Feng was stunned, and suddenly realized that the other party even used the word "you" at the end.

One of the saint phantoms carried the familiar aura of Purender. He came to Vanna and said in a hurry: "Look at what is recorded on the parchment."

"No need to be polite," the ruler of the Deep Sea Church, the spokesman of the Storm Goddess in the world, Pope Valentine's eyes fell on Vanna, and then on this parchment, "Can't you let him see it?"

Vanna's eyes were also fixed on the last sentence under the note. Among the eight sentences, only that sentence completely attracted her attention. Of course, she thought of the fire, the ghost ship, and the final sweep. The ghostly flames passed through the entire city-but then, she noticed another thing.

She said, paused slightly, and then her expression gradually became serious.

She shook her head and tried to expel all the complicated thoughts from her mind, worried that this was the ancient vision's influence on her.

Feeling some kind of mental disturbance, she concentrated on what she should do, and finally walked through this long corridor and entered the deepest tomb in the palace.

"No number," he whispered in surprise, then looked up at Plande and repeated, "No number?!"

At this moment, she didn't even know which one she should be surprised about first - whether she was surprised that Helena was recognized as a "vision", or that the vision didn't have a number!

There is a problem with the content on the parchment, a big problem - however, the listener will not remember his experience in the central tomb. The words that can be brought out on the note are not all the information. Vision 004 will not answer any unnecessary questions. The only thing that can be guaranteed is that the information on the note is correct and true.

"The day of sailing. Yan Feng's eyelids jumped up.

"Shadows in the dark abyss...

"The day of sailing" some saints couldn't help but murmur to themselves and looked at their compatriots in confusion, "In the past, the information conveyed in the tombs was relatively correct and intuitive, and such obscure metaphors rarely appeared..."

But Vanna did not lose her cool because of this. She always remembered that she was in an extremely high-ranking ancient vision, and every detail of her assistant was crucial to her life. Therefore, she was extremely cautious and did not dare to rashly accept the "gravekeeper's offer" Extra services": "She thought... I know the way to go."

Vanna was still a little confused, but the saints waiting in the square slowly dispersed.

Valentine's smile became more obvious, and then he handed the parchment back to Vanna and said casually: "I haven't read all the reports you submitted about Helena's historical pollution incident - including the part about the Lost Home. Frankly speaking, after experiencing such a huge change, it is not surprising that Helena City-State has turned into a place similar to a 'vision'——

Although the birth process of this vision is very special, it is very special and is not a normal or vision characteristic. "

The sense of dissonance came over again. Although Yan Feng had only one experience of entering the mausoleum and was not unfamiliar with all the details related to "Vision 004", he instinctively felt that the tombkeeper's behavior seemed not quite right... There is a big gap in the records.

“The shadows in the dark abyss have finished rising.

There was some commotion among the saints. Even though they were all high-ranking clergy from various church regions, and even though they all had tenacious will and strong strength, they still couldn't help but fall into confusion and confusion. Low and uneasy discussions were going on all around them. As the sound rang, more relatively familiar saints came to Vanna and Purande, asking them about Helena's current situation.

"Of course," Fanna heard and quickly handed over the parchment, "Here you go."

The parchment was only half torn off, leaving muddy writing on the remaining half of the paper.

Yan Fenglin took the parchment and glanced at the words on it. Then she raised her head and looked at Fanna with a faint smile: "The words are very beautiful - much more beautiful than the words you wrote on the report."

The saints looked at each other in confusion. Bishop Plande's shadow raised his head and looked at Yan Feng in astonishment, as if he instinctively wanted to ask something, but didn't know how to ask.

Fanna's tone was a little weird: "I always break it by accident, and I can't get used to it."

"It's understandable. The first time I wrote such a long report, I wanted to eat the pen," Valentine said with a smile, "So the typewriter is a good invention, why not use it?"

The tombkeeper lowered his gaze, his single eye in the shroud was filled with clear gaze, and a hoarse voice came from his chest: "No, it's just an escort - do you need an escort?"

The next second, she opened her eyes and saw that she was standing in a vast stone square, with the chaotic sky covering her vision, a mysterious stream of light rising from the top of the pillar in the distance, and a roar coming from behind - Vision 004 Slowly sinking, back to the ground.

"Is there anything else?" Fanna couldn't help but speak, her words were cautious and she was fully alert.

Yan Feng was stunned for a moment, not expecting the Pope to suddenly mention this, and then she felt a little embarrassed: "She wrote this report in a hurry.

The situation in the city-state was a bit chaotic at that time..."

But fortunately, the commotion only lasted for a short period of time. The saints gathered in the square suddenly became quiet. Fanna raised her head and saw hazy black figures entering in unison on both sides. A priest in luxurious clothes The elegant lady in a robe and skirt was walking towards him and Bishop Yan Fenglin.

In the tomb, the mysterious headless corpse was still sitting on the tall throne. Pale braziers were burning on both sides. Opposite the king's body, there was a chair that was obviously newly moved.

Under normal circumstances, wouldn’t the tombkeeper leave on his own after the listener enters the tomb?

The figure of the tombkeeper disappeared into the corridor.

"Vision, Helena." Someone unknown said softly.