Deep Sea Embers - Chapter 301

[Chapter 301 The Days on the Lost Country]

Aiden returns to the bridge, where Tirian is waiting for him.

“The unloading process is very smooth, and it will take about an hour to transfer all the contents of the cargo hold to the port warehouse,” the bald first officer reported energetically, with the strong smell of tobacco still exuding from every fold of his clothes, ” The sailors who stayed on the island quite liked the ‘souvenirs’ you brought back.” “There

will be a party tonight, if you are interested, you should join,” Tirian said casually, and then couldn’t help but say more. Glancing at Aiden, he frowned and shrugged his nose, “Did you light yourself up by smoking?” “

…maybe a little too much,” Aiden touched the tip of his nose a little embarrassedly, “from Prand Tobacco is always… hard to put down.”

“Be careful, you smell like a piece of bacon now,” Tirian shook his head, reminded casually, and stopped paying attention to this matter. Turn, “Recently I often hear sailors discussing Frost.”

“The news has indeed spread.” Hearing what the captain said, Aiden’s expression immediately became a little more serious, “The resurrection of the dead, no matter what the source of this rumor is, the rumor The content is enough to arouse the discussion of the sailors—after all, everyone is undead.” “Undead

…” Tirian repeated the word softly, “Why, everyone is looking forward to being truly alive?” “

Honestly In other words, people with a little sense know that this is impossible,” Aiden shrugged, “Ordinary people may still have imaginations about this kind of topic, but the more immortal people are, the more they know that the real resurrection from death can only be a Rumors – Bartok, the god of death, exists, and his door can never return, and those of us, because our souls have been distorted and changed, can no longer pass through that door, so we stay in the world and become the so-called “immortal” People’, everyone is very clear about the boundary between life and death, after all, everyone wandered in front of that door when they were dying.”

Tirian nodded lightly, pondered for a moment before speaking again: “Then Why is this topic causing so much discussion?”

“The real resurrection from the dead won’t happen, so everyone is guessing whether those so-called resuscitators are actually…’living dead’,” Aiden grinned and laughed, “You know, Mr. Some city-states don’t like the living dead, especially Frost. They even regard it as a ‘curse on the open sea’. Although it is said that the debts of half a century ago should not be placed on Frost’s head today, everyone I’m still happy to see the authorities of that city-state struggling.”

Tirian raised his eyebrows: “Looking for fun? If this matter is really related to the original plan to dive into the abyss, then it’s not just a fun.” “

You That’s right, and I understand this very well, but most ordinary sailors currently think it’s better to have fun first, anyway, the first wave of unlucky people are the Frost people, and we’ll talk about other things when the fun is too great,” Aiden said He said, spreading his hands, “No way, that’s the mentality of the undead, not to mention that this matter has something to do with Frost.”

Tirian looked at Aiden speechlessly, and waved his hands helplessly after a long while.

“…The real resurrection from the dead needs to go through Bartok’s gate and return, and Frost’s current mainstream belief is the God of Death. In theory, in Frost, the rules of life and death will only be stricter and more stable , now there are rumors of the return of the dead, which is very wrong,” he did not continue to entangle with his first mate about “whether it is a big deal to watch the fun” or not, but put on a straight face and made the topic serious again , “I am more inclined to think that this is caused by some other extraordinary power.”

“Then we have to see how the local quiet cathedral reacts,” Aiden said, “I heard that the current gatekeeper of the cathedral It’s a newcomer named Agatha, a young girl with little experience, I don’t know if she can handle this kind of trouble.”

Tirian didn’t speak, but for some reason, he suddenly thought of another young girl who was also very young, but showed A high-ranking priest who is so powerful that he can even negotiate with his terrifying father many times calmly.

Prand’s Inquisitor Vanna.

If it’s that terrifyingly powerful judge… It must be no problem to deal with a few small troubles of returning from the dead.

…

The slightly salty sea breeze blows head-on, carrying a chill that is not found in the central sea area.

Fan Na sat on the wooden barrel near the ship’s side, looked up at the endless sea level in the distance, and saw that there was a faint mist at the end of the field of vision, and there seemed to be distant and hazy icebergs hidden in the depths of the mist.

The Lost Home has entered the Cold Sea, which is far, far away from Prand.

The young judge lowered his head and continued to carve the wood with a knife.

She’s carving a new wave talisman out of seabreath wood.

Life on the Lost Country was actually countless times better than she had imagined at the beginning. All those horrible or weird things didn’t happen. There was a normal routine, decent food, and a clean and independent living space. And the noisy but still interesting fellow crew members, and even from some perspectives, the living conditions on the Lost Homes are better than those of ordinary ocean-going ships—because of Ai, the “messenger”, fresh food can always be

replenished on board Ingredients, because there are a large number of “living” facilities on board, the Lost Homelander will hardly experience any inconvenience caused by facility failures, and the biggest advantage of this ship is not just this, its biggest advantage…is actually safety.

Yes, safe, it’s unbelievable, but after living here for a few days, Vanna finally confirmed the unbelievable reality: no ship could be safer than this frightening ghost ship.

Because of the existence of Captain Duncan, even the intruders from the subspace dare not come to make trouble on this ship…

On the Lost Home, you can discuss matters in the subspace casually, and you can read any books at will. Morris asked Ai to help him from the general Rand brought a lot of books on folklore and history, and it took a long time to read it. In order to hurry, the captain sometimes even sank the Lost Country directly to the spirit world, sailing in the dark and terrifying abnormal sea area. run wildly.

There would be no deep shadows coming out at all – and if something did come out, it would just become a daily diversion for the crew.

Or extra meals.

All in all, life aboard the Lost Land was not bad.

But she still needs some getting used to.

The knife scratched across the wood, carving deep dents, and the sawdust fell little by little, which gradually calmed down the slightly restless mood.

Footsteps approached from behind, and a very energetic voice suddenly sounded from the side: “Miss Fanna, what are you doing?”

Fanna raised her head and saw that Nina was looking at the half-carved talisman in her hand curiously. , and several talismans already engraved on another wooden barrel next to it.

“This is a talisman dedicated to Gamona, the Goddess of Storms,” Fan Na laughed. She knew what an amazing identity this ordinary girl in front of her had, but after getting along with her for a few days, she could no longer treat her The identity of any crew member on the ship made a lot of fuss, “Throwing the sea breath wood amulet into the sea is equivalent to completing a dedication to the goddess.” “Oh!

” The talisman that has been carved, “I seem to have heard of this in school before, but this is the first time I have seen it. You have done a lot!” “

Actually…” Fan Na hesitated, and then she hesitated , Looking into Nina’s shining eyes, she slowly opened the lid of the wooden barrel, “There are more than these.”

Nina was stunned, and looked inside the wooden barrel, continuing to be in a daze.

After a while, she raised her head and looked at the judge in front of her.

“Miss Fanna… Are you really bored on the boat?”

“Not really,” Fanna’s expression was a little embarrassed, and she also felt that it seemed a bit exaggerated for her to carve a bucket of amulets in a few days, “It’s just… maybe there is still a lot of time left.” It takes a little getting used to.”

“Oh.”

Nina nodded, came to the barrel again, squatted down and began to stare in a daze.

I don’t know what she is thinking.

Fan Na put down a new wave amulet, and silently put away the knife.

“Miss Fanna, are you not engraving?”

“…The materials are used up.”

“Then ask Ai Yi to bring

some more?” Suddenly, a weird low roar came from the direction of the sea, but interrupted what she was about to say.

It sounded like something was moving below the surface and rising rapidly with a lot of air bubbles.

A creaking sound came from the direction of the mast of the Lost Home almost at the same time. In the next second, Fanna saw the sail of the spirit body above the ghost ship fine-tuning the angle at the same time, and the huge hull adjusted accordingly. Attitude and heading.

Nina ran to the side of the ship, stared at the distant sea with wide eyes, and suddenly raised her finger and shouted: “Look, look! Miss Fanna! Something is coming out!” Fanna followed Nina’s fingers

. The direction looked over.

She saw a large expanse of rising waves and foam, irregular and chaotic water currents rising in the distance like hills, and a huge shadow gradually floated to the surface of the sea amidst the currents and foam.

The soaring flagpole, the rusty bow and funnel, the dilapidated and damaged deck…

it was a ship.

(Surprised, there is Bai Yinmeng again… But my brain is really not working, and I am dizzy now, please let me delay for a few days for this double update…) (End of this chapter

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