Deep Sea Embers - Chapter 502

[Chapter 500 A Calm Day]

Frost, in the dome office of the city-state consul, Tirian was standing in front of the mirror, carefully arranging the medals and ribbons on his chest.

That one-eyed face is still stern, even a little frightening, but the brand-new consul uniform and those shining medals have transformed this sternness into a trustworthy majesty to a certain extent—at this moment, the city is A majestic consul is needed.

Tirian exhaled softly, and turned to look across the domed office.

Two undead sailors were hanging the flag of the new city-state on the wall, and next to the flag, a line of powerful words was still carved beside the gate as it was half a century ago: “Let as many people as possible survive

“

Tiri Looking at the words quietly, he nodded his head after a long time, and walked to the large desk not far away – there is still a short time before the official activities start, and he can still use this time to recall and organize Talk about the process to go later, or calm down your emotions.

The complex lens group placed on the table started to operate by itself, and the surface of the crystal ball in the center of the lens group glowed slightly. Lucrecia’s figure emerged from the dim light, looking up and down at Tirian.

“This dress suits you very well,” said the “Sea Witch” in a black dress, “it matches the blindfold very well.”

Tirian tugged the button near the neckline, and squinted at his sister in the crystal ball: “You are here to tease me Mine?”

“I’m complimenting you from the bottom of my heart,” Lucrezia said with a serious face, “It’s been many years since you have maintained your image so seriously—the pirate’s rough and deliberately intimidating outfit is actually not at all. Not suitable for you.”

“I may have to maintain this image for a long time in the future, until a more suitable consul appears, or my father has other arrangements,” Tirian said, and paused, “Sooner or later, I will I miss those free and easy days.”

“At least not today,” Lucrezia said with a smile on her lips, “Well, how does it feel to be sworn in as the consul of a city-state? I heard that you will go on a parade in a car to show yourself to Citizens?”

“The tour is to reassure people, to make people believe that order has been re-established, and that there are still people at the top of the city-state who are taking responsibility—although I don’t like this part very much, but it is necessary,” said Tirian, ” As for the feeling of becoming a Consul…”

He stopped, shook his head after a while and continued: “I don’t feel much, because the work handover and team building of the Government Affairs Office have already been carried out, and I have been busy as a Consul until now , today’s so-called ‘swearing-in’ ceremony is just a ‘process’ for the public.”

“Really? I wish you a smooth process, brother,” Lucrezia laughed, and suddenly used it for many, many years The former and the two were called by their childhood names, and then she paused for a while with a serious expression, “How are you preparing for what your father ordered?” “I have drafted several documents to send to other city-states.

” Confidential letters, but the details still need to be worked out-to convey warnings, to make them aware of the seriousness of the situation, but also to avoid ambiguity, to avoid unnecessary or excessive reactions from other city-states, frankly, this kind of paperwork is comparable to the It is much more difficult to lead the fleet to fight with the children of the deep sea or other pirates.” “

If you want me to say, you should make the matter clear and serious. Anyway, those who can become consuls are smart people, at least their subordinates should have Enough smart people, they know how to deal with it, you just remind them, you don’t teach them how to establish an ‘early warning mechanism’ like a nanny,” Lucrezia said casually, “I’m ready to contact The Association of Explorers—ha, I don’t know how they will react then.”

“A warning to the entire civilized world from the Lost Fleet,” Tirian said with emotion in his tone, “The last time something like this happened, or A century ago.”

“…Yes, when my father first discovered that the border collapse phenomenon appeared in the ‘Inner Territory’,” Lucrezia said quietly, “I still remember the church bells ringing at that time , the newspapers of every city-state are discussing the warning from the great adventurer Duncan Abu Normar.”

“After so many years, he looked at the ‘border’ of this world again, and history seemed to return to the original point—perhaps in a sense, the Lost Country had never lost its way, and its century in the subspace was just Some kind of voyage in a wider dimension beyond our comprehension, now it returns with the light of a new course, like the sentence left by the mad poet Pullman, ‘They could go straight in one direction, Until you go around the back of the world and return to the world from an astonishing angle’…”

Tirian softly recited this famous absurd poem in history, and slowly stood up from behind his desk, outside the dome office The band’s voice could be heard faintly, and footsteps came from the direction of the corridor—the time had come, and it was time for the city to meet its new consul.

“Come on, brother—and don’t forget my spirit lens.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll remember it this time.”

…

The cold wind blew through the sparse bushes beside the road, through the dark carved fence, and blew Pass the silent tombstones and the empty mortuaries on both sides of the path, and finally gradually disappear in the depths of the cemetery.

Two figures are walking slowly along the path in the cemetery.

An extraordinarily tall and burly figure, wearing a pure black overcoat and a wide-brimmed top hat of the same pure black, the skin outside the clothes is covered with layers of bandages, which is daunting to look at.

The other wore a plain nun’s black dress, was blindfolded, and had long brown hair hanging down.

“I thought you would attend the inauguration ceremony of the Tirian Consul, even in this avatar,” Agatha walked slowly forward with Duncan, and said in a low voice, “I will arrange a suitable seat for you It’s not difficult.”

“I don’t show up, he’s in good shape, but if I do show up, he might get nervous,” Duncan said, “After the convoy passes by, I just say hello to him from a distance.”

While talking, he raised his head and looked at the rather deserted cemetery path and the empty mortuary tables on both sides of the path.

“…I really miss this place. In my memory, it was originally full of coffins.”

“In a special period, we had to temporarily change the process of sending the spirits. During this period, the corpses should be sent to the incinerator as soon as possible. The silent monk comforted and sent them off directly next to the stove. Instead, the cemetery seemed quiet.”

Duncan hummed, and then stopped suddenly when he was about to reach the end of the path.

The modest caretaker’s hut appeared before him—and there was a special guest in front of the hut.

A twelve-year-old girl, wearing a thick white winter coat and a fluffy hat, bustled around in front of the caretaker’s hut like a tightly wrapped snowball, holding a big tree that was almost as tall as herself. Broom, trying to clear the snow in front of the house.

“That’s Annie?” Duncan turned his head slightly and asked softly.

“It’s her—except for the first few days when the martial law started, she would come here every day during school break,” Agatha said softly, “the guards here are gone, and new guards have not been arranged yet. The cemetery is temporarily closed. The nearest church is also in charge, and she is here… There is no harm, so the church acquiesced in allowing her to come and go here at will.” “Does it

also have your acquiescence?”

“…Yes.”

The girl sweeping snow in front of the hut finally noticed the path movement in direction.

She turned her head and looked at the two figures not far away in surprise. She was stunned for a few seconds, then threw the broom in her hand aside, and ran over happily.

“Sister Gatekeeper! And Uncle Duncan!”

Annie happily greeted the two acquaintances in front of her, but she seemed to suddenly remember something when she finished yelling, she quickly stood up straight again, and looked at Agatha: “Mom said , you want to call the gatekeeper, or the archbishop…”

“It doesn’t matter, just call it as you like,” Agatha laughed, and reached out to press Anne’s hat, “Is it cold?” “Not

cold,” Anne said Shaking her head, she grabbed Agatha’s hand again, and pointed her other hand to a hut not far away, “Your hands are too cold, go inside and warm yourself by the fire—I also made herbal tea! “

Agatha wanted to decline subconsciously, but when she saw that Duncan was already walking towards the hut, she was stunned for a moment, and had no choice but to keep up.

In the neat and simple caretaker’s hut, the fire is booming, the firewood is crackling in the hearth, and the samovar next to it is steaming with the fragrance and bitterness of herbs.

Annie poured two cups of hot tea, and stuffed the warm cups into the hands of Duncan and Agatha: “This is for the patrolling church guards, they will come over in a while, you… If you don’t drink, It’s good to warm your hands.”

The girl seemed to be belatedly aware that the “sister gatekeeper” in front of her was already a corpse.

Agatha didn’t care. She thanked her and held the cup that was gradually getting hot.

“Is it warmer?” Anne asked again.

It’s cold, the whole world is cold, the cup is cold, and so is the fire.

Agatha smiled gently: “It’s much warmer.”

Immediately afterwards, she noticed Duncan looking around from time to time.

“What are you looking at?” she asked suspiciously.

“I think this is a good place to ‘place’,” Duncan said to Agatha, looking around the room, “after all, if it’s only used to ‘place’ an avatar, the house on Oak Street looks a bit It’s wasted.”

Agatha was stunned for a moment, and gradually came to her senses, with a look of surprise on her face: “You…could it be…” “The

Lost Country will continue its voyage, and my avatar who stayed in the city also needs a The place where they will be resettled,” Duncan said lightly, “you don’t have to worry about new guards, this will save you a lot of work.”

(End of this chapter)