Deep Sea Embers - Chapter 272
[Chapter 272 From Frost]
Maurice carefully opened the letter from afar with a letter opener.
On the envelope, the stamps one after another and the stamp representing “purified” told him an extremely long wandering journey to him wordlessly.
With the slight sound of unrolling the paper, lines of beautiful and neat handwriting appeared in front of Morris, and it was indeed the handwriting he had been familiar with from a good friend: “To my good friend and academic partner: “
From
above It seems that several years have passed since the first contact, and this act of estrangement is really inappropriate. I feel that I have been busy and busy all these years, and I always seem to be doing some meaningless things. Only recently did I suddenly realize that I wasted time …
“…A lot of wonderful things have happened recently, I am sorry I can hardly describe some changes in my life to you… Frost is an incredible place, here is not only cold and long winter, there are many more worthwhile Something we seriously studied…
“Do you remember our last meeting discussing some ancient legend about the frozen seas of the far north? These topics have entered my mind again recently, and I suddenly feel that I seem to have grasped some key points that can help us smooth out many unresolved problems that were unresolved in the original discussion, such as whether there were city-states on the frozen seas, and cold weather. The origin of many mysterious customs in the Frost area…
“Frost is really an incredible place, my friend, and my mind is becoming more and more aware of this. There are many mysterious pasts worth exploring in this cold sea area , I plan to meet some respected people in the field of history and folklore, and I have plans to visit Cold Harbor in the near future, but most importantly, I want to invite you to come here as a guest… “We haven’t seen each other for many years,
Morris , You say you don’t like the cold air in the north, but I think you will like the warm fireplace in my house and the fine wines I treasure, think about it seriously, we can discuss those fascinating things again by the warm fire Hidden, believe me, Frost is indeed an incredible place…
“Won’t you come and see? Come to this incredible city of frost…
” Your most trusted friend and academic partner, Brown Scott, 1900-12-2, 42 Fireplace Street. Morris
glanced at the last line of letters in the letter silently, and then he didn’t say a word for a long time. It was not
until a few minutes later that he muttered as if talking to himself: “It’s his handwriting, what he mentioned Those discussions did happen. “
Today is December 17th, and this letter was sent half a month ago,” his wife said beside her, with a hint of uneasiness in her voice, “Considering the distance between Frost and Prand, this is quite normal.” time. “
“Yeah, the time is normal, the postmark is normal, and the abnormal thing is that the person who wrote the letter died years ago,” Morris said slowly. Shuang’s letter was written by one of his favorite students. In the letter, the student said that her teacher unfortunately fell into the sea while taking a boat to Cold Harbor, and the body could not be salvaged. “
…I don’t remember this incident. It happened in those years when I was muddled.” His wife came over and held Morris’s hand. “We should report this incident to the church. The contents of this letter and The wording seems normal, but it’s also disturbing when drilled down. Morris
held his wife’s hand instead, and exhaled softly: “Of course, it should be reported to the church…but not just to the church.” “
…
The Lost Home, in the captain’s room, Duncan rested his hands on the nautical table, concentrating on the misty chart and the gradually extending route on the chart. The phantom
representing the Lost Home is moving The center of the chart moves slowly, and the dense fog around the Lost Homeland gradually dissipates as the ship advances. At one end of the route, you can see the city-state of Prand, which has been temporarily left behind. In the mist outside, another shimmering bright spot could be vaguely seen.
Duncan’s eyes fell on that bright spot.
It was the Seamist.
Since the mutual fire coverage of the “Plague and Nuclear Twilight” last time, the mark of the Sea Mist has appeared on this chart.
And in Duncan’s own perception, he can also roughly feel the current direction of the Sea Fog, and even the general state of the ship.
This perception was vague, but it didn’t seem to diminish with the distance between the Lost Home and the Seamist.
Apparently, just like the “marked” who had been tainted by the flames of the spirit body, the Seamist, whose face was covered in shells from the Lost Land, also established a connection with itself.
But after all, this is just a “connection”, not a complete control like the Lost Homelander, so the Sea Mist can only show a bright spot on the chart, and cannot dispel the fog covering the route.
“Are you deciding on the next course?” Goat’s head’s voice suddenly came from the edge of the navigation table, “Then I have about one hundred and forty very useful suggestions, I can…” “No, you can’t
, “Duncan interrupted skillfully without waiting for the other party to start pushing, “I don’t need any suggestions, I have my own plans.” The
goat head shook its head, as if it wanted to say something more, but before it opened its mouth, there was a burst of footsteps But the sound suddenly came from outside the door, and then the door of the captain’s room was pulled open from the outside, and Alice walked in.
Then Miss Puppet was stunned for a while, before Duncan could speak, she quickly turned around, closed the door, and knocked on the door.
“…you don’t need to knock once you’ve already come in. You should knock before opening the door.” Duncan glanced at the other party expressionlessly, “Is everything ‘over there’ cleaned up?
” “The shelves on the first floor have been tidied up, the counters and stairs have been wiped, and the kitchen has been tidied up!” “
Well,” Duncan responded casually, “Where’s Ai?
” The kitchen,” Alice said, “was flying away yelling about Mad Thursday and all…”
“It’s free and easy,” Duncan shook his head with a smile, and then suddenly noticed that Alice’s neck seemed to be stuck when she nodded, and frowned subconsciously, “Why does it feel weird when your neck turns… The glue in the joints hasn’t been removed yet?”
Alice shook her head left and right when she heard this, and her neck felt obvious stuttering and sluggishness.
“It seems…it’s a bit,” the doll lady seemed a little embarrassed, “it feels awkward.” The
corners of Duncan’s eyes trembled, and he looked at the doll helplessly. Signature laughter: “Hey…”
“Stop hey,” Duncan sighed, “Come here, I’ll clean it up for you. If the residual glue is not clear, it will further damage the joints, and I see you nodding your head. It’s really uncomfortable to have a card.”
“Oh.”
Alice immediately walked over obediently, and when she came to Duncan’s side, she stretched out her hand and grabbed her head and shook it left and right, then pulled it out with a “bo’er”.
The headless puppet held its head in both hands: “Ship…ship…captain, here you are.”
A vague sense of weirdness inevitably surfaced in his heart, but Duncan still reached out and took Alice’s head, and again He took the spatula, brush, and soft cloth from the small drawer under the nautical table, sighed, and began to study what was going on in the fool’s joints.
He couldn’t help feeling a little emotional.
I have been able to face these weird scenes so calmly, and even participate in them naturally.
The adaptability of human beings is indeed amazing.
Picking up the spatula, he gently scraped away the remaining glue marks that were not so stable in the shovel joints. Duncan raised his eyelids and glanced at Alice’s face.
The silver hair was spread out on the nautical table, and the doll blinked and met his eyes.
She is really beautiful, with a delicate and perfect face, even in the most weird circumstances, it seems that people can ignore the weirdness, and can’t help admiring this beauty in their hearts.
But it’s a pity that this guy is usually too close to a certain limit, so that while Duncan admired the other party’s beautiful appearance, he was more regretful in his heart why she opened her mouth… “Is there any discomfort
? “
No, no, no, just a little, a little itchy, but very… very light.” Alice stammered.
Then she quieted down, and even the goat’s head next to her was miraculously quiet, only the slight sound of the scraper rubbing in the room, and the soft sound of the waves coming from the window.
After an unknown amount of time, Alice suddenly opened her mouth again.
She stammered, with a little hesitation and a rare sense of loss in her tone: “Ship, boat, captain, am I, am I, stupid?” Duncan stopped suddenly
.
He was amazed that this puppet could still have such self-awareness and mind.
But then he just shook his head blankly: “Why are you feeling this all of a sudden?” “
I, I, I always learn, can’t learn what you teach, teach, and always, always, always screw things up , Still, still, wasted your, your time.”
Duncan was silent for a moment, then raised the spatula in his hand again.
“I don’t think you’re wasting my time,” he said lightly, “Besides, you’re really a bit stupid .
“
Things that are not good at, everyone is just a little ‘stupid’ in the field that they are not good at, and you may just be a little bit more in the field that is not good at.” Duncan glanced into Alice’s eyes, “Do you care about this?”
“I, I, I don’t know, I haven’t thought, thought, or thought about it, but I worry, worry, worry that it will drag, drag, drag you…” “Then put away these useless worries
, Just continue to live happily,” Duncan shook his head, “If you encounter something you can’t learn, then learn it a few times.”
“Then, then, will you teach me a few, many, many times?” “…
if I have time.”
Alice blinked, as if thinking for a while, and smiled slowly stand up.
“Hey…”
Duncan couldn’t help laughing when he heard the signature laugh, and then picked up the brush and soft cloth to clean up the dried glue scraps that had been scraped off.
And at this moment, a distant and clear calling suddenly appeared in his mind.
It was Morris’ voice.
(The fever is gone, the pain in the whole body has subsided, the throat still hurts, I can’t sit for a long time, I’m tired, because I can’t rest well, I’m groggy all day long… The good news is that it’s getting better.) (End of this chapter
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