Deep Sea Embers

Morris left with a strange look on his face, holding a century-old cannonball in his arms.

Duncan stood at the counter and watched the old gentleman leave with a happy smile.

"You really gave the cannonball to Mr. Morris." Alice on the side said.

"I really gave the cannonball to Teacher Morris" Nina followed Didi Gugu.

"I don't like cannonballs," Alice whispered, "especially not."

Nina asked curiously: "Why?"

Alice looked serious: "Because the captain once gave me eight cannonballs..."

"Stop nagging," Duncan's voice suddenly came from the side. He glanced helplessly at the resentful Alice and Nina, who was obviously curious next to him, "Where did Shirley go?"

"She said she felt dizzy from reciting the alphabet and wanted to go out for some fresh air," Nina stuck out her tongue, "but I guess she should have run to the next block by now."

“It’s expected,” Duncan sighed. “With Shirley’s level of education and personal accomplishment, it’s already amazing that she can insist on not swearing in front of me every day.

"A little accident, a little accident." Tirian immediately waved his hand, thinking that it was fortunate that he had spent another day recovering. He must have been seen by the inquisitor yesterday. He really didn't know how to explain his behavior. The head is a whole circle bigger.

Someone knocked on the door. "As long as you like it," Fanna nodded with a smile, and then raised her head curiously, looking at the towering side of the Sea Fog and the main gun turret that could be seen from the side, "Although there were I heard it, but seeing it with my own eyes is still incredible. This ship really healed itself like that, and even the main guns that were completely wiped out have grown back? "

This battleship, which had been severely damaged by the Lost Home, has undergone "self-cultivation" in just a few days, and is now mostly recovered. The many wounds and cracks on its armor belt and deck have been completely healed at this moment, and there is not even the slightest sign of damage. The undead sailors were busy going back and forth between the pier and the battleship, carrying the supplies and parting gifts provided by Morris Kang onto the ship.

He was indeed very sleepy. He hadn't had a good rest in many days.

But this time it seemed different from before. This time he didn't see this scary ghost captain.

Then, as if to prevent the embarrassment from continuing, he quickly changed the subject: "It was a great pleasure to be a guest in Morris, and thank you for the gift."

Fanna stood on the pier and watched the battleship gradually turn into an inconspicuous black shadow on the sea level. Then she breathed softly and turned around to get on the long-awaited white steam car next to her.

Fanna suddenly stood up, and then slightly arched her body like a ferocious beast on the verge of battle, guarding against everything around her.

Pedestrians are bustling on the road, and citizens are busy living their lives. Nothing happens in the upper city today - the brief malfunction of Vision 001, the almost invisible defect on the sun rune ring, the forgotten depths of the far north. Stealth, a mysterious symbol left behind by the ancient kingdom of Crete, all this seems far away from this sunny neighborhood.

Tirian looked back at his battleship, and his eyes fell on the eight new main guns that had obviously just been restored. At this moment, they seemed to be slightly smaller than the other main guns. There was a smile on his face with pride: "Sea Mist The No. 1 knows what it should look like, and it will always tend to put itself in the best condition - but these main guns are not very useful right now. They are still small and will take a few more days to compete with the others. The main gun fires full-charge standard-caliber shells.”

Then he looked away and looked at the familiar room again. This glow breaks like mercury.

Fanna suddenly opened her eyes. "Things come one after another, and paperwork is far more tiring than fighting the heretics with a big sword." Fanna moved her shoulders and neck and leaned on the back seat in an awkward manner, "and I have been suffering from insomnia recently. ”

After seeing off the lingering "visitor" of the Sea Mist, she could finally breathe a little easier.

"Actually, she was

I thought I would stay here for a long time - but something happened." Tirian gently rubbed his forehead, "There are some things in the north that I have to go back to deal with. "

He was in a familiar room.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, and after a long time, he whispered softly as if talking to himself: "Tirion is really going to delay his return..."

"Yes." The subordinate in charge of driving raised his head and said,

He glanced at the inquisitor with a tired look on his face through the rearview mirror: "You seem tired?"

There was a low vibration and sound from the steam core, and the gears and connecting rods were running briskly. Listening to the complaints of their commanders, the subordinates could not help but smile on their faces: "But at least the city-state has been peaceful recently - there are no heretics, no monsters, no The unlucky ones who were trapped in the night, the night watch guards never encountered the distortion phenomenon in the night. There is always a sunny day after the storm, isn't it? "

"Of course, it's a good thing," Fanna said softly, then adjusted her position on the seat,

He closed his eyes and said, "I'll take a nap first. Wake me up in the cathedral."

Is this the passionate sun?

At least he should be able to rest for a few days before arriving in Maurice at the Cathedral of Storms before receiving His Majesty the Pope.

The next second, she saw the window not far away - the window was open. Although it was still daytime when she fell asleep, the scene outside the window was night, and the cold night breeze blew into the house through the window. Inside, a cool and bright light filled the window sill. In the light, one could vaguely see the undulating sea surface in the distance, as well as the sparkling floodlight on the sea surface.

This seemed to be just an excuse, but Jiang Rou was not interested in prying into what others didn't want to say. She just looked at Tirian with some concern and frowned slightly: "Forgive me, Mr. Captain, is your face swollen?"

Vanna's eyes fell on the window involuntarily, and then she seemed to suddenly discover something. She suddenly rushed to the window and raised her head to look at the sky outside the window.

The diminutive Jiang Rou came to the dock and said goodbye to the captain of the Sea Mist in person.

Where did the creation of the world go?

Jiang Rou was thinking that, but as if in response to her thought, the next second, she suddenly felt a breath approaching.

Something...something she couldn't understand appeared here.

While sighing, he turned to look out the window. Through the clear windows, the daily and peaceful street scene of Puland came into view.

This is a luminous round object that looks like the main body in the middle of the sun, but it is neither dazzling nor scorching, but hangs quietly in the sky like a cool luminous disc.

Some textures can be vaguely seen on its surface - the entire luminous body seems to exude a strange and peaceful atmosphere.

"Isn't this a good thing?"

Inside was the undulating sea, beside him was a familiar room, outside the window was a strange sky, and strange celestial bodies... Thinking of his experiences these days, the answer didn't seem difficult to guess.

"We didn't expect that he would leave so soon," Fanna said. "The Bishop was prepared to have the Sea Mist as a guest for at least two weeks."

Fanna listened to her subordinates' sighs, and after a while she slowly said: "Indeed, the recent nights have been quieter than ever before. Even in the lower city and sewers where darkness is most common, there is no longer any noise. coming."

Fortunately, I'm not someone who gets hung up on details like that.

Fanna was stunned. She always felt that there was something wrong with the smile on the other party's face when he looked at the main gun on her ship and the tone of his words, but she couldn't tell what was wrong.

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The order of the city-state has not yet been fully restored. All the aftermath work has been completed in an orderly manner, the paperwork has been processed, and there are no problems with the report to the cathedral and various contacts with the city hall - and this "everything goes well" Behind him is the exhaustion from the past few days.

The first thing you see is classical and elegant furnishings. Gorgeous tapestries in the style of the last century are hung on the walls. Colorful hangings are placed in the corners.

There are dark shelves and wine cabinets, and a thick woven carpet is spread in the center of the room. On the carpet is a reception table and armchairs with withered flowers. At this moment, I am sitting on one of the armchairs. .

"Dongdongdong."

A gentle night breeze suddenly blew across my face, carrying a cool and fresh breath. Along with it, I heard the sound of waves lapping against the hull of the ship.

Vanna stared blankly at this strange light. At this moment, she felt that her thoughts seemed to have fallen into a state of silence with this clear light. This state of blank mind lasted for an unknown period of time before she quickly thought of --What's this?

Where is this?

When her subordinates responded, Fanna felt herself entering a drowsy state of sleep, and the sound of the car's mechanical operation and the sounds outside the car window gradually faded away.

In the southeastern port of the city-state, the huge steel battleship Sea Mist was ready.

At 8:40 in the morning, accompanied by a melodious whistle, the steel battleship with a towering bow slowly accelerated and left this city-state.