Deep Sea Embers - Chapter 315

[Chapter 314 The Debt Has Been Cleared]

Aiden jumped off the high platform and came to his captain. After noticing the captain’s serious expression, his expression immediately became serious.

“Captain, what happened?”

“An invitation, I can’t refuse,” Tirian looked around, then sighed, “Tomorrow or the day after tomorrow, I may have to leave here.”

Aiden suddenly widened He closed his eyes: “Is there news sent to the island? Just now? And… how can there be an invitation that you can’t refuse on this cold sea?”

Tirian sighed again: “…it’s my father.”

Aiden blinked Blinking, holding back for a long time: “…How long have you been away?”

“Should be back soon, maybe a day or two,” Tirian didn’t care about the subtle change in the first mate’s tone. The extra energy said other things, “There will be a messenger coming to the port area to pick me up to the Lost Homeland. Don’t announce this matter to the public for the time being. While I’m ‘disappearing’, you will take care of everything.” Aiden bowed his head

immediately Take the order: “Yes, Captain.”

Then the first mate paused for two seconds, seemed a little hesitant, and then couldn’t help but look around, and approached Tirian and muttered: “Is he…is it right here? Nearby?”

Tirian thought for a while, and patted Aiden on the shoulder: “The Lost Land is hidden in the mist around us.”

Visible to the naked eye, he could see the muscles on Aiden’s body tense up.

“…Captain, I haven’t breathed for so many years, I finally feel the meaning of ‘cold’ again today.” The voice of the first mate Aiden was visibly cautious, “Are you sure that the old captain… just wanted to meet with you ?”

“I don’t know, and I don’t want to know, but my intuition tells me that this journey should be safe,” Tirian said in a low voice. Only then did the sailors turn their heads to look at the first officer, “But other sailors may not think so, you understand what I mean.”

Hearing the captain’s solemn words, Aiden nodded slowly.

He knew what his captain was worried about.

The sea fog fleet is huge, and except for a few ordinary people who are bought or hired by contracts as peripheral members, most of the members of this fleet are “undead” like myself, and these undead sailors are strictly In fact, it can be divided into two groups –

most of them are members of the former Frost Navy. These soldiers who used to be loyal to the Frost Queen were originally ordinary people. The loyalists in the team were gradually transformed into what they are now.

In the endless battles for half a century, in constant battles with the rebels, death and the curse power of the Sea Mist itself turned them into today’s “undead sailors” bit by bit, and became the Sea Mist Fleet a part of.

And another small group of sailors is the real “primitive backbone” of “Steel Vice Admiral” Tirian: they are members of the once-lost fleet.

Duncan Abu Normar is their “old captain”. They have witnessed the transformation and fall of the Lost Homeland, and have personally experienced the ups and downs of this century. The world is turned upside down in the upheaval-these sailors who have been loyal for a century are called the “first period”, and those who have been loyal for half a century are called the “second period”.

Aiden himself, and the half-headed old Reverend “Will” were part of the “First Batch.”

A century of experience has allowed Aiden to see many things hidden under the surface.

The Lost Country and “Captain Duncan” have different meanings in the eyes of the two groups of sailors. When the same news is put in front of them, the reactions it triggers are also complicated and uncontrollable.

And now even Captain Tirian himself is not sure what the real state of the Lost Homelander and the “Old Captain” is, let alone whether this state is really stable for a long time.

Therefore, until the situation is clear and the situation is guaranteed to be under control, the news that the captain is going to the Lost Homeland cannot be released—otherwise the island will definitely become a mess.

At this moment, Tirian’s voice came again, interrupting Aiden’s thinking: “… send the dancers back to Cold Harbor early tomorrow morning.” “

Send them back tomorrow?” Knowing why the captain suddenly mentioned this, “Are you dissatisfied with them?”

“The Lost Home is nearby, and it’s better to keep ordinary people away from this island recently,” Tirian shook his head, making an excuse casually, After all, no matter how much you think about the reason of “my father was shocked”, I am too embarrassed to say it, and then he paused, and then added, “But your last sentence reminded me, so I just sent it back, that mean” Machete Martin’ might scold those girls…I’ll write a letter later, and you give it to the head dancer.”

Aiden bowed his head immediately: “Yes, Captain.”

“Well,” Tirian nodded, and then As if thinking of something again, “By the way, when I came just now, I saw a dancer stopped and said something to you. Seeing how helpless you are… What did she tell you?” Aiden paused

. A little embarrassed: “She said my hair is very s*xy…”

Tirian silently looked at the mate’s shiny head.

“…The dancers in Lenggang are really passionate-the personality is very passionate, and the aesthetics are very unrestrained.”

…

Dark, lonely, cold, and silent.

The endless barren wilderness stretches in the darkness. There is no vegetation or animals in the wilderness. You can only see jagged rocks and strange ruins that have been weathered and decayed for an unknown number of years. And the strange phantom light that flashes across the sky from time to time flutters in the darkness, occasionally illuminates the wilderness, and occasionally casts mottled and distorted shadows on the earth.

A hollow shadow trudges across the wilderness.

He didn’t know how long he had been trekking, and he didn’t know the name when he set off. He only remembered that he set off a long, long time ago, and the superficial impression left at that time told him that he should have reached the end long ago. You should rest in some peaceful place.

What delayed my trip? Let yourself only continue to trek in this wilderness?

This hazy and empty black figure was thinking, but soon this intermittent thinking was swallowed up by a bigger hole, so he could only continue walking forward according to his instinct.

But suddenly, he staggered.

I seem to trip over something? Or was it hit by something invisible?

The hollow black figure looked down at himself, and saw that some colors seemed to emerge from his hazy body.

He raised his head and continued walking forward.

More colors appeared on his body again, and more solid details also appeared on his originally misty and undulating body surface.

A suit of clothes appeared on this human-shaped black mist, which was the uniform of the navigator.

He gradually had a face, it was a black-haired middle-aged man.

His footsteps gradually became stable and light, and the rough gravel under his feet became much flatter at some point.

More and more memories began to surface in the depths of this soul.

First the name, then the dying moment, and then the sunny youth, the immature and vague memories of childhood, and the subtle and warm glimpses of the swaddling baby.

He trekked towards the end of the wilderness, and in the darkness, large and small shadows emerged from time to time, merging with him silently.

It seemed that the individuals that had been torn and separated from him were returning to their correct positions one by one now.

Suddenly, the figure stopped at the end of the road.

Christo Barberi raised his head in astonishment, and saw that he had walked onto an avenue at some point, with ancient stone pillars standing silently on both sides of the avenue, and at the end of the road, an extremely tall, magnificent and simple and complex pattern The door of the door is standing out of nowhere.

The door was open, but the interior was always hazy, and the details on the other side of the door could not be seen clearly.

There was only one strong urge to go through the door, to rest across the door from the heart of the soul.

The middle-aged man in the captain’s uniform walked forward subconsciously. There was no one around him, but he seemed to feel that there were countless souls walking on this road at the same time, and they were also heading there. A gate—there are dead people on the road every second in the world, but in front of this lonely gate of life and death, the souls seem to be unable to meet each other.

However, just as he was about to touch the door, Christo stopped.

A tall figure suddenly appeared in front of the door, blocking his way.

It was a guard wrapped in bandages, wearing a gloomy and complicated robe, a hood on his head, and a long staff in his hand.

It’s the gatekeeper here.

Christo looked at this “giant” that was almost three meters tall with some fear. The memories of his time as a living came flooding back, allowing him to regain the ability to talk to people: “Are you… the master of death?

” No,” the gatekeeper said, and a hoarse and low voice came from under the bandage, “I’m just his messenger.”

Christo’s tone was a bit sad: “I’m not qualified to step through this door, am I?”

He recalled more things.

Include details of your own death.

However, the majestic gatekeeper just looked down at the soul at the door for a moment, then moved away slightly: “Please come in, your debt is cleared.”

(End of this chapter)