Deep Sea Embers - Chapter 503

[Chapter 501 The person who set sail]

Annie looked at the two “guests” in the hut in a daze, her eyes flicked back and forth between Agatha and Duncan. After a long time, the girl finally came to her senses: “Ah, Uncle Duncan, are you going to be the cemetery keeper here?”

“Perhaps,” Duncan said, looking at Agatha, who was still in astonishment, “isn’t that possible? The cemetery keeper has to be a veteran of the Guardians?”

Agatha Finally reacting, he quickly said, “No… Although generally speaking, the guards of the cemetery are served by retired guard veterans, but if I come forward, of course I can arrange a place for you. The problem is not here, the key is …Do you really want to stay in this cemetery as a guard?”

“My identity in Purland is still an antique dealer,” Duncan said, with a smile in his eyes, “The Lost Country will not stop in one place. , but my incarnation will stay in the city-state, and I must find something to do, so I can’t spend my days idly drinking tea and reading the newspaper in that big house on Oak Street, right?” “

This… I really never thought about it This question,” Agatha opened her mouth, feeling a little embarrassed, “I have never thought about what else your ‘incarnation’ needs to do on a daily basis…” “Normally, the

protagonist is not mentioned in most novels and movies After our incident is over, the job transfer is over, but the reality is that now you have to do the work of two people alone, and Tirian is inundated with paperwork all day long,” Duncan laughed, “For me, driving a boat will not It is also very boring to roam the boundless sea on a ghost ship docked all day long, and living a normal life in a city-state is my skill to ensure that I still look like a ‘human’, you can treat it as…”

Ah Jiasha said instantly: “I’ll make arrangements for you immediately, and you can come to the cemetery to ‘take office’ tomorrow.”

Duncan: “…I haven’t finished.”

“I’ve heard the most important part,” Aga Sha said solemnly, “Please don’t worry, even if the Supreme Church intervenes, I will ensure that you can be a guard in this cemetery with peace of mind.”

“… I always feel that you seem to have over-understood what I just said, but it’s not a big problem,” Duncan said awkwardly, and then he really asked about “work”. “What do the cemetery guards do on weekdays?”

“In fact, there is basically not much work – the task of the guards is to ensure that the cemetery will not be ‘disturbed’, to ensure the tranquility of the supernatural power, and to register the living and dead people entering and leaving the cemetery. As for the cemetery facilities The maintenance and other things are arranged by the people in the nearby church,” Agatha explained, “Given that Frost City has become an extremely safe environment even at night, I think…not just you, everyone The cemetery guards probably don’t have to do anything.”

Agatha said this in a somewhat strange tone, and her eyes swept over Duncan from time to time, obviously thinking of the relationship between the calmness of the recent frosty night and the existence in front of her. Relationship.

And she still had something to say—what did it matter if the city-state’s nights were as dangerous as ever? The cemetery ushered in such a “guard”. I am afraid that there will never be any incidents of supernatural power agitation. It is estimated that even if something from the subspace comes out of the coffin, it will be taken by the new guard. Slap back…

Anyway, it’s a good thing.

Duncan didn’t know what Agatha was thinking in his heart, and he didn’t think about too complicated things, because he really just wanted to find something to do for his body—and considering the remaining Considering the “fate” between himself and this cemetery, he finally chose to stay here and become the new caretaker of the cemetery.

He will continue to watch Frost here, taking care of and guarding the city-state, just like in Prand.

The hot tea in his hand has gradually cooled down.

Duncan put the teacup on the low table aside, stood up and silently looked around the small room. The plain and simple furnishings in the room caught his eyes, as if there were still traces of the old owner.

On the wall next to the door, an old looking shotgun was quietly hanging on the iron hook, the bolt still shining brightly, reflecting the fire beside it.

Duncan looked at the old shotgun for a while, then nodded slightly, pushed the door and walked out of the cabin.

The sound of high-spirited and cheerful music came from a certain street outside the cemetery, mixed with the sound of fireworks.

Annie came out from the door of the hut behind him, and listening to the movement on the street in the distance, she happily tugged at the hem of Duncan’s clothes: “The new Consul’s convoy is about to pass through the ring area of the cemetery!

” Afraid of the new consul,” Duncan lowered his head, with a smile on his eyes, “You don’t look scared at all?” “

I’m not afraid, mom said, the new consul is the hero who protects the city-state,” Annie raised her hand. He squinted his eyes in the sun, “Just like Dad, he is a very powerful person.”

Duncan thought for a while, then stretched out his hand and gently pressed the girl’s furry hat.

“Indeed, he’ll be a good consul.”

…

On the Great Sea, Duncan walked across the poop deck and returned to the captain’s cabin.

The goat’s head is steering the helm seriously, and on the navigation table, the thick fog floating on the surface of the large chart is flowing and dissipating little by little.

Duncan stood in front of the chart for a while, his eyes swept over the gradually clear route near Frost, and then he walked to a corner of the room.

The simple and elegant oval mirror in the captain’s cabin is still quietly hanging on the wall. The mirror reflects the scene in the room, and in the interlacing of sunlight and shadow, the scene looks vague for some reason.

Duncan took a step forward, curled his fingers, and tapped the edge of the mirror lightly.

In the next second, layers of hazy light and shadow suddenly floated on the surface of the seemingly ordinary mirror, as if countless fog and smoke were rising from the world in the mirror. a figure.

Agatha – the gatekeeper in the mirror – appears before Duncan.

“Good day, Captain,” Agatha’s slightly magnetic voice came from the mirror, “Nice to meet you.”

Duncan nodded, and asked casually, “How do you feel? Are you still used to it?”

“It feels…not bad,” Agatha said slowly, “When I just ‘transferred’ to the ship, the huge and empty mirror here Mid-World made me a little nervous, but maybe as I gradually got used to it, the empty darkness has gradually faded away… I also tried to communicate with the ‘Martha’ lady, and she told me a lot of things The skills and knowledge of ‘mirror images’ are very useful.”

Duncan raised his eyebrows when he heard this: “Oh? You can directly contact Martha here?”

“The Black Oak is wandering in the reflection of the nearby sea area. In this world, she and I are ‘neighbors’,” Agatha laughed, “This is a wonderful experience—the world in the mirror is not continuous, but connected everywhere, and I can jump from one mirror to another. A mirror can also appear in many mirrors at the same time, or hide in the vast nothingness behind the mirror… It may take many, many years before I can fully understand all this.” Duncan listened to this “mirror image” with great interest

. Telling himself about the unimaginable “rule in the mirror” beyond ordinary people’s cognition, he nodded slightly after the other party’s voice fell: “It sounds like you enjoyed this process, that’s good.” Agatha was

stunned Startled, he sighed softly: “…Yeah, it’s better than I imagined.”

The captain’s room fell silent for a moment, and after an unknown amount of time, Duncan suddenly broke the silence: “I want to know what made you make up your mind. , want to leave Frost and embark on a journey together with the Lost Home? This will be the longest journey of your life. This ship may go to many places, distant city-states, sealed secrets, spirit worlds, the deep, and even subspaces …”

Agatha in the mirror became contemplative. She considered this question very seriously, and after a few minutes she spoke slowly: “I think it was when ‘we’ dived into the dark deep sea together. .”

Duncan didn’t speak, just looked at the person in the mirror, waiting for her to continue.

The voice in the mirror came again——

“I have all the memories and emotions of Agatha. In that memory, I was born in the frost, with my family and friends, I studied and trained, and I was tested by the church, and those streets, those old clock towers , all those disrepair…but very dear, all these things are in my mind, clear and deep, as if… I experienced it myself. “But what we all know is that as of the mirror

invasion One day, the life that really belongs to ‘my’, is actually only three days.

“So, when my consciousness regained and I returned to this world in the form of a mirror image, I have been thinking about a question – am I the gatekeeper Agatha, or am I just a person who inherited someone’s memory? , reborn in this world…’person’.”

She paused, as a “mirror image”, her eyes were bright, and those eyes were staring seriously at the captain outside the mirror.

“You’re right that a ‘person’ can’t live forever as another person’s shadow.

“Almost all the memories of my life that I’ve ever had are from another individual, but even then three days of those memories are my own.

“But if I stay in Frost, the three-day ‘life’ will sooner or later be buried with larger and deeper memories. I can’t let go of my connection with that city, and I can’t avoid my human weakness as a mortal— —I am destined to be a shadow, a shadow full of regrets, trapped in memories, and as time goes on… sooner or later this regret will turn into resentment and resentment. “I cannot accept this possibility

.

“But something you said to me during that ‘deep dive’ trip with you… opened up new possibilities.”

(End of chapter)