Deep Sea Embers - Chapter 628
[Chapter 626: Principles of Contract and Sacrifice]
Listening to Tirian’s story, Duncan fell into a long silence and thinking.
The Lost Home seemed to fall silent along with the captain. The low creaking sounds coming from the depths of the cabin gradually subsided, and a spiritual quality that seemed both real and illusory enveloped the ship. It passed silently across the sea, Traveling through the same silent world.
After a long time like this, Duncan slowly lowered his head and looked at his feet.
He couldn’t see it, but he could imagine it – beneath the layers of decks, deeper than the shattered bilge structures, beyond the borders of reality, Sasloka’s spine was still submerged in In the dark subspace, what was replaced by the spine was the original keel of the Lost Home – the keel that Duncan Abnomar called “the twig”.
That “little branch” had already sunk into the depths of subspace along with the original Homeless Ship following the disaster a century ago.
“Father…” Tyrian’s slightly uneasy voice sounded in his heart, interrupting Duncan’s contemplation, “Do you have any questions?” “
The last question,” Duncan said, “After the completion of the Homeless Ship, what will happen to those who participated in it?” The craftsmen who built it should still be alive, I mean the elves who were responsible for processing the dragon bones…” “
Most of them should still be alive, but I’m afraid it will be difficult to find them in a short time,” Tirian replied, “In After the “accident” of the Lost Home, everything related to that ship became taboo, including of course the construction project that year.
“The craftsmen who participated in the construction of the Lost Home changed careers or went to other city-states, even those who The elf also chose to remain anonymous and traveled far away. The design drawings were sealed, and together with all the files, they were regarded as ‘sealed objects’ and hidden deep in the church… “People say that
everything related to the Lost Home has been destroyed. Curse, Captain Duncan’s children are like this. Those who built the Lost Home and know the secrets of the Lost Home cannot escape…”
Duncan did not speak for a while, and Tirian fell silent as he spoke, and suddenly In the awkward atmosphere, Lucretia’s voice was the first to break the silence.
“The rumors are not just rumors. You can’t blame people at the time for being so nervous about it,” the “Sea Witch” said slowly. “In fact, the shipyard that was originally used to build the Homeless Ship collapsed the day after the subspace collapse incident. Then they encountered a fire.
“The fire burned everything in a counterintuitive way, burning the steel and stone to ashes, but it did not ignite the drawings and files related to the Lost Home that were stored in the office.
“Nearly half of the construction participants suffered nightmares, strange illnesses and visions in the years after that. Some committed suicide a few years later, some mysteriously disappeared while going to sea, and some fell into madness. In the end, they During the period of lucidity, he claimed to have heard a ‘real voice’, and then spent the rest of his life in a mental hospital – compared with other people who encountered misfortune, these people who fell into madness seemed particularly lucky. “The man who was responsible for processing the
keel Elf craftsmen are the least affected group of people. Perhaps their racial characteristics protect them. They seem not to be affected by the curse, but the experiences of others are still enough to scare them. It is understandable that they remain anonymous and travel far away. Things…”
Duncan listened quietly to Lucretia’s memories and descriptions. After a long time, he spoke in a slightly strange tone: “But the original construction records of the Lost Home are still retained in Pland? “
Yes, it is still there, in the form of a ‘sealed object’. You discussed this matter with me and Vanna last time,” Morris’s voice interrupted, “According to my understanding, these things will not Destroyed – I dare not destroy it casually, because it involves subspace, and the act of ‘destruction’ itself may also lead to the connection between the Homeless Number and the real world…” “I need this part of the thing
. “Duncan said immediately.
Morris was stunned for a moment, but quickly responded: “No problem, I will contact my friends in Pland City State. Although those things have been high-risk sealed objects in the past hundred years, under the current situation, The authorities should be willing to cooperate with your request…”
“Usual contact methods are too slow,” Duncan interrupted Morris, “Vanna.
Fanna’s voice immediately sounded: “Yes, Captain, I’m listening. “
“You can directly contact the Cathedral of Storms in Purland, right? ” Duncan was extremely serious, “Inform them to prepare all the information related to the Homeless Ship construction project and send it to the cathedral.” “
…Okay,” Fanna hesitated for two or three seconds to show her loyalty to the Storm Goddess, and then agreed very happily, “How do you want to take the information away?” Send Ai there? I’ll notify my colleagues over there to prevent them from making a fuss…”
“No, I’ll go in person. “
Fanna didn’t seem to react for a moment: “Are you going in person? “
…
In the not too big antique store in the lower town of Puland, Duncan put down the newspaper in his hand and glanced at the warm and bright sunshine outside the window. A smile appeared on his face: “I drink in the antique store every day. Tea, read the newspaper and bask in the sun…it’s time to do some activities here. “
…I understand, I will contact the city-state cathedral immediately. ” “
Fanna’s voice sounded in his mind, and then gradually faded away.
Duncan carefully folded the newspaper and put it on the shelf next to the counter. Then he got up and went to the stairs leading to the second floor. The coat hung on the hook.
The Lost Home is still sailing silently on the boundless sea of the spiritual world. The Breeze Port has sunk into a dream that cannot be awakened. In city-states around the world, more and more elves are falling into sleep. , and in this small antique shop, the peace and tranquility of the past are still maintained.
It’s like a safe haven from the rest of the world.
But just when Duncan put on his coat and prepared to go out, the door of the antique store was suddenly pushed open, and the jingling bell broke the tranquility of this haven one step ahead.
Duncan raised his head and looked at the door, seeing a familiar figure standing in the sun.
“Miss Heidi? Good morning,” he recognized the visitor at the door and greeted him politely, “Sorry, business is closed today. I have to go out to do some errands.” “Mr. Duncan…Captain,”
Hai Di took two steps into the store. She looked at the “store manager” who had just put on his coat and was obviously ready to go out. After a moment of hesitation, she said, “I may need your help.” Duncan stopped and looked at him curiously
. : “Huh?”
After the previous incident in which Taran El and the elf girl were trapped in a dream, Heidi already knew the truth about the Homeless Ship. Perhaps because she was not used to this drastic change, she After that, I didn’t come to this store for a long time, but I didn’t expect that she would suddenly come to the door today and ask for help.
“It’s sleeping sickness,” Heidi seemed a little hesitant. This was the first time she came here for help knowing Duncan’s identity. She looked quite at a loss. “It was a very large-scale, sudden sleeping sickness…”
“More elves fell into deep sleep?” Duncan frowned, “It’s to be expected – the Dream of the Nameless One has undergone drastic changes this morning, and its influence is getting stronger. But don’t worry, it’s just the time I went out. For this matter.”
“Not only are more elves falling into deep sleep,” Heidi said immediately, “There is also something wrong with the ‘symptoms’ this time. The centralized medical facility in the city has just admitted a group of ‘patients’. I think there is something wrong. I need you to take a look at the situation… If you have time…”
The more she spoke, the less confident she became. She didn’t know what was going on in her mind during this moment, but at the end she suddenly said: “To you Please ask for help. Do you need any sacrifices?”
Duncan was still thinking about how long it would take for the cathedral to be ready after receiving Vanna’s news. When he heard Heidi’s words, he was a little unresponsive: “…Sacrifice?”
Heidi thought for a while, with an embarrassment on her face: “When I corresponded with my father, I didn’t dare to ask about you in detail. He only said that life on the Lost Home was incredible, and You are friendly to mortals, but you have not told me your rules of conduct, nor have you mentioned the rituals and sacrifices required when asking for your help…” “Stop, I understand,”
Duncan quickly interrupted, he He looked at the psychiatrist lady with a strange look on his face, and after a while he said, “I don’t want sacrifices, nor do I need any bloody and weird sacrificial rituals – the Homeless Fleet is a group with a friendly atmosphere and its members are mutually supportive and enthusiastic about the city-state’s public welfare. , Maurice or Vanna didn’t mention this to you?”
Heidi: “…?”
Duncan knew what was going on as soon as he saw the other person’s expression.
He waved his hand and took a small bronze statue from the shelf next to him.
An antique from the Dark City era, a royal symbol of the old Isom dynasty, it was brand new from the factory last week.
“The original price is 800 solas, and after a discount of 12%, if you buy it at the original price, it will be regarded as my reward for making a move – if there is no problem, let’s set off. Anyway, the cathedral won’t be able to prepare what I want for a while. Things, I can follow you to see the condition of those ‘patients’ first.”
…
“Are you sure you want to use these things to build a ‘channel’ for psychic resonance?” Morris stared at Vanna busy in the kitchen with his mouth open. Busy and busy, I finally couldn’t help but ask aloud.
Vanna temporarily stopped her preparations and looked up at the old gentleman next to her: “Is there any problem?” “…
I think this is quite lacking in rigor,” Maurice said with a tight face, trying to keep his She looked more serious, “As a sacred ceremony, when establishing contact with the city-state cathedral, you should at least prepare some decent casting materials…” Fanna was silent for a moment, looking down at herself
in this “Witch Mansion” things that can be found in the mansion.
“Holy flame, sacred oil, sacred spices, and devout prayers, the four elements are ready.”
Morris suddenly stared: “It doesn’t mean that just adding the word ‘sacred’ in front of it will work. ——You can’t ask the goddess to give down her power just because you burst into green onions in the kitchen!”
Fanna: “…”
(I’m going on a business trip to Guangzhou, so I’ll do one update in the next few days, and resume three updates in two days when I get back.)
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