Deep Sea Embers - Chapter 679

[Chapter 672 News of the rally]

Morris’s speculation points to a dark future in which everything is eternally silent – it brings a chill to people far better than any shocking and bizarre prophecy of destruction, and far better than the doomsday disasters raved about by madmen.

It was a dark and cold death. The last fire will gradually extinguish in the embers of civilization. The afterglow of civilization will gradually suffocate in fatal contractions, just like a sinking ship. Desperate people continue to escape from the ship. Throw away your burdens in the hope of delaying destruction, but in the end, every plank on the ship will inevitably fall into the endless dark abyss.

What is even more unacceptable is that, based on existing intelligence, this future is extremely likely—even, it is already the best of all possibilities.

Because “civilization” at least has a chance to survive for a while after the fourth and fifth long nights, and at least it can enjoy the last false tranquility in its shrinking and crumbling shelter.

In a worse case scenario, there may not be so many subsequent long nights at all – the third long night is already an unrepeatable “miracle” and “luck”, and the coming dusk is the day when all things truly end.

…Perhaps this is a good result?

Disturbing thoughts were ups and downs in his mind. Duncan finally shook his head and put these messy thoughts behind: “We are pessimistic, Maurice.” “Indeed, it is still unclear whether the fourth long night will happen

. It’s a bit premature to make these speculations about when and in what form it will arrive…” Morris rubbed his brows and finally broke away from the somewhat pessimistic mood. “My mentor is organizing a trip across the four continents. The Great Church’s ‘gathering’, this gathering will invite you, at least by then, we should be able to exchange more and more useful information – the Popes of the Four Gods also need the truths we have.” Duncan nodded slightly

. He nodded, he was not surprised by this news, because this was one of the “agreements” he had reached with the Pope of Truth Rune.

If he had to say it… he was a little curious about how the old elf persuaded the popes of the other three gods to accept this “proposal” – Helena, the pope of the deep sea, was lucky enough to say that he had fought her in Puland. The female pope is more or less a neutral and friendly leader of the camp, but the other two… the leader of the Fire Bearers, Frame,

may Interested in the “Chronicle” in Vanna’s hand, what about the Banster from the Church of Death?

The expression on his face changed subtly a few times. Duncan raised his hand and knocked on a small mirror placed on the coffee table: “Agatha.”

Agatha’s figure appeared in the mirror almost immediately: “I am here.”

” …Are you familiar with Banster?”

“In ‘my’ memory, I had the experience of receiving instruction from His Majesty the Pope and receiving training in the ‘Cemetery Ark’,” Agatha thought for a moment and spoke uncertainly. , “But this is far from being very familiar. There are many saints in the boundless sea, and I am not as ‘special’ as Miss Vanna.”

Duncan touched his chin, thoughtfully: “…Then You probably don’t know very well whether Banster minded that ship…” “

Very much.”

Duncan: “…”

He didn’t even have time to finish his words!

“I mind,” Agatha repeated again, and then as if she was afraid that Duncan wouldn’t believe it, she explained seriously, “Even a relatively unknown saint like me will hear him sighing about the beautiful ship from time to time. Frigate.”

Duncan continued: “…”

“Of course, His Majesty the Pope sometimes behaves more generously,” Agatha recalled, “He usually first says, ‘Actually, I don’t care that much.’ Then he sighed, and finally ended with, ‘It’s a pity, I designed it myself… Of course I don’t care that much.'”

Duncan’s expression almost became tense: “…Isn’t this just because I care a lot?!”

“Ahem ,” Morris suddenly coughed twice at the side, interrupting the increasingly weird rhythm of the conversation between Duncan and Agatha, “I think compared to the famous frigate ‘Evanescent’, the maintenance of The Thirteen Islands of Theran will be a more sensitive matter during the gathering.” “

In fact… The Thirteen Islands of Wetherland may not be so sensitive,” Agatha shook her head, “Although it was a A greater loss, but within the Church of Death, some priests tend to identify it as a ‘subspace disaster’. They believe that the disaster was caused by the phenomenon of dimensional collapse rather than the Homeless Ship, which was only related to the The Thirteen Islands fell into the subspace together, which is equivalent to two people being involved in a fire together. We cannot conclude that the person who climbed out of the fire was the arsonist. “This statement did not come out of thin air

– There are many academic studies of the ‘border collapse phenomenon’ that support this explanation.

“Of course, this statement is quite controversial within the church. For obvious reasons, the bishops do not like this ‘justification of the lost ship’ interpretation, but now that His Holiness the Pope has accepted the invitation to the gathering, I believe He was ready to use this explanation to characterize the events of that year…or at least to stabilize the attitude of the bishops.

“In comparison, the ‘Fleeting Incident’ is really an irrefutable one. …In the attack, the Homeless took the ship away from the fleet in a majestic manner. Morris

suddenly realized: “I see…”

Duncan suddenly reacted: “Wait a minute, is that ship really called the ‘Ephesian’?” Isn’t this really a nickname after that incident? “

Agatha and Morris both nodded silently.

Duncan looked strange: “…Why did you come up with such an unlucky name? “

…The Death Church’s tradition of naming battleships is actually our tradition of naming many things, such as the main gunboat ‘In vain’ and the ‘Sudden Death’ type long-barreled artillery,” Agatha said calmly, “We We regard death and disappearance as a necessary part of the operation of the world, and the words related to it are not taboo to us – and strictly speaking, the name ‘Lost Home’ is actually not very ‘auspicious’, no. ? “

Duncan thought for a while and felt that the gatekeeper was right.

At this moment, Alice suddenly raised her head and interrupted the exchange between Duncan and Agatha: “Captain, I’ve finished the painting!”

Agatha in the mirror was frightened by the sudden movement. After a jump, Duncan couldn’t help but look at the doll with a strange expression –

Alice had been immersed in painting since just now, as if the conversations and discussions happening around her were completely in another world. Now, She completed her “creation” and showed her work to the captain without any worry or thought.

Duncan suddenly even envied this doll’s good attitude.

Alice happily pushed the painting in front of Duncan.

It was a… poor painting.

Not only can one see the unfamiliarity of the painter at a glance, but one can even see that the painter is not even very skilled in using the brush – there is no skill at all, let alone beauty and composition.

There was a large and very abstract ship drawn on it. The dark pencil marks outlined the sails and water ripples. Some little people with open hands were standing on the ship. The brushstrokes looked messy, but they could barely be distinguished. Characteristics of everyone on the Lost Home –

Vanna is very tall, Maurice is holding a pipe, Shirley is with Agou, Nina has flames on her head, Agatha is a dark shadow, Ai Yi is falling On the mast, a goat’s head pokes its head out of the window of the captain’s cabin…

Duncan is standing at the highest point wearing a captain’s hat. The painting is obviously more serious, but still crooked.

Except for Duncan, every “person” on the ship had some lines extending from their body, floating in the air in a curved way.

Morris turned his head and took a look curiously, his expression a little subtle: “Well… as my first ‘painting’, it’s actually… not too bad, but generally speaking, you can’t see lines on people… …At least it doesn’t need to be shown in the painting…”

The old man commented very tactfully, but Alice obviously had her own ideas: “But it really is.” Morris seemed

a little dumbfounded. He looked up at Duncan, who smiled. got up.

“Yes,” Duncan said with a smile. His eyes fell on Alice’s first “masterpiece”. Gradually, a thoughtful expression appeared in his eyes, “…this is what she sees in her eyes.” world.”

“Yes,” Alice suddenly felt proud, “I drew it right!” “

But…” Duncan discovered another problem, “Why is there no 伱 on it?”

Alice was stunned when she heard this. After a moment, he looked down at the Lost Home Number he had written, and replied: “Because I’m painting.”

Duncan reacted and then understood the logic of the puppet.

He didn’t know whether to laugh or cry, but he felt a little funny.

“Drawers can also draw themselves on the painting – I’ll help you add it.”

As he said this, he picked up the pencil Alice put aside and swiped Alice’s pencil with a few swipes. The simple image was drawn on the Lost Home and next to him.

Alice watched with wide eyes and exclaimed happily: “Wow! Captain, your drawing is much better than mine!”

Duncan just smiled when he heard this, put down the pencil casually, and took the picture seriously The picture was rolled up and placed in Alice’s hands.

“Put it away, this is your first ‘work’.”

Alice looked particularly happy: “Well!”

Duncan then turned his head and looked in an empty direction in the living room: “Have you finished it? “

Almost as soon as he finished speaking, Lucretia’s figure suddenly appeared in the air along with a flurry of colorful pieces of paper.

“Don’t worry, Dad, everything has been taken care of.”

(End of Chapter)