Deep Sea Embers

Chapter 138 "Two Descendants"

From the city-states of Pland and Lunsa to the north, across the busy "Great Crossroads" of merchants, the cold breath is always entrenched over this sea area called "Cold Sea", and in this sea that seems to never dissipate Under the action of the mysterious cold air, the entire Lengliehai presents a different appearance from other places.

Here, the sea water presents a deep texture that is distinct from the warm sea area. Fine ice floes often appear at the intersection of ocean currents and islands, and mysterious large icebergs periodically rise from the sea level, turning into temporary barriers or Moving the land has become a sign or an emergency shelter for sailors who live in the cold sea, and various mysterious cold fog, ice wind and phantom light are the unique landscapes of this cold sea. It brought countless strange legends, so that the two main city-states of Frost and Cold Harbor in this sea area were dyed with a layer of mystery.

But compared to the big icebergs that can be controlled according to the law and the extraordinary visions that only exist in legends in most cases, what the captains who live in the cold sea most often talk about is the one that has been active since half a century ago. The terrifying fleet that actually exists but is entwined with countless psychedelic colors-the sea fog fleet led by Duncan Abu Normar's son Tirian, whose power radiates to one-third of the cold sea route.

On the edge of an island that is blocked and hidden by special sea currents and dense fog barriers, a steel warship with iron gray paint, rigid lines, and a tall bow is quietly moored in the dock. Busy, add fuel to this battleship, replenish fresh water and ammunition.

If someone with a little knowledge of the history of the Frost City-State stood here, he would probably notice that the sailors were still wearing the uniforms of the Frost Navy from half a century ago, and notice the white logos on their shoulders or chests— —In the tradition of Frostbite, this is the mark of the period of mourning.

In the captain's room on the upper deck of the battleship, a man wearing a black navy cloak was flipping through a document.

The man was thin, with a high nose bridge, deep-set eye sockets, neat short black hair, and a black eye patch made of unknown leather on his left eye. It was almost a pirate's iconic eye patch, which made his already gloomy face even more obvious. He is dark and prey, and the outline between his brows is vaguely similar to that "ghost captain" who made the world fearful.

Perched on a nearby wooden stand, a large parrot with a colorful tail was gazing intently at a brass contraption next to the emaciated man—an intricate set of lenses surrounded by a ring of oscillating lights. arm and a small lens, and a large crystal ball in the center, which looks extremely luxurious and full of mysterious atmosphere.

The thin man didn't even look up: "Poli, if you touch it, I'll send you to the Bright Star to accompany those puppets and ghosts next month."

"Ah, cruel!" the parrot immediately screamed, shaking the wooden frame, "ah, cruel! What a cruel captain Tirian is!"

"...I should really ask which bastard taught you this." Tirian Abunomir frowned, "Can you say something else?"

The large parrot flapped its wings triumphantly: "Polly learned it by himself! Poli learned it by himself!"

Tirian rubbed his forehead: "Damn, there is this sentence..."

At this moment, a knock on the door suddenly came from the side, interrupting the communication between Tirian and the parrot.

"Come in," said Tirian, turning his head.

The door to the captain's cabin opened, and a tall, bald man walked in.

His skin was pale, like a corpse that had been dead for a long time, and there was eternal turbid haze in his eyes, and a faint smell of the sea permeated around him, mixed with a kind of... coldness that seemed to come from the grave.

A living corpse, a corpse lingering in the world.

Tirian looked at the "living dead" who walked into the room: "Aiden, how much is the fuel?"

"It's coming to an end, Captain." The tall, bald man named Aiden lowered his head slightly, his voice was hoarse and rough, and a faint cold white mist escaped from his mouth and nose while speaking, "The boiler is already warming up. gone."

"Very well," Tirian nodded slightly. "What's happening over there at Cold Harbor?"

"Quiet as a rock," Aiden said with a hint of contempt in his tone, "They dare not offend our territory—even if only half of the Sea Fog Fleet remains in the Cold Sea, those cowards will not have the courage to cross the route."

"They are very smart and can accurately calculate the gains and losses between benefits. It was half a century ago," Tirian laughed. "Then make preparations, and we will leave the port on time."

"Yes, Captain."

The first mate, exuding an aura of cold death, opened the door and left the room, and Tirian's eyes gradually retracted.

His first officer is a "living dead", but in fact, all the members of the entire Sea Fog Fleet except him, the "long-lived man", are all such "living dead" between the living and the dead.

His loyal subordinates have served in this fleet with dedication and duty for half a century.

In a sense, he himself, who couldn't die due to the curse of the warp, was no different from his own crew.

Tirian shook his head, and at this moment, the brass device in his hand suddenly made a sound of mechanical operation - he followed the sound, and saw those complex rocker arms and lenses moving rapidly , and focus on the crystal ball in the center of the device according to a certain rule, the next second, the crystal ball emits a slight light, and a blurry image emerges from it.

A young lady with long straight black hair, wearing a black silk dress, and delicate facial features with a trace of cold mystery emerges from the crystal ball—and behind this lady, many people can be vaguely seen. The magic mechanism that is running automatically, and the phosphorescent light floating in the air.

"Lucrecia," Tirian glanced at the lady in the crystal ball and nodded slightly, "I didn't expect you to remember to send a greeting to your brother before he left for battle."

The young lady in the crystal ball was about to speak, but was taken aback when she heard what Tirian said: "Are you leaving today?"

Tirian frowned: "...Didn't you send me greetings because I'm leaving today?!"

"No." The lady in the crystal ball with a mysterious look like a mage shook her head frankly. "My deep-sea detection device blew up."

The corner of Tirian's mouth trembled, and then he heard his sister continue to say: "Everything else is easy to repair, and the core crystal lens cannot be replaced."

Tyrian remained impassive.

"Do you have any new ones over there? I'll exchange frontier minerals and samples with you."

"...Only two city-states can produce spiritual lenses that meet your precision requirements. The main trading channel is controlled by the Academy of Truth, and the quantity that can be circulated outside is very, very, very...limited," Tirian finally couldn't help sighing, "It's only been two months since the last time you broke your detection device..."

"I found a very interesting sample, which may have floated up from the deep sea," Lucrecia said.

"...The samples from the deep sea are not good either, although those things can indeed be sold to the Academy of Truth..."

"I also collected the phantom left after the border collapsed."

"It's not..." Tirian covered his forehead with a headache, "The main reason is that I really don't know where to find a new set of lenses for you now..."

Lucrezia thought for a while: "Robbery?"

"I can't always rely on robbery," Tirian sighed, "The Sea Mist Fleet is preparing for a regular operation, and now we mainly rely on collecting protection fees..."

"Oh, forget it," Lucrezia finally shrugged. The first half of her sentence made Tirian heave a sigh of relief, but the second half of her sentence made the famous pirate leader's heart ache. "Then I'll ask again tomorrow."

"You...forget it, I can't stop your exploration plan," Tirian finally sighed helplessly (he really didn't know how many sighs he sighed in just a few minutes), "tell me about your situation, My 'respectable' great explorer sister...you wander around the borders of the civilized world all day long, but have you ever really noticed the signs that our world is heading towards the end?"

"I can hear you joking, brother," Lucrezia said deadpan, "you've always dismissed my sense of urgency, never really cared what I found at the border, can I I understand, you are focusing on more practical things, so I am even more grateful that you still provided me with the help you could in spite of not understanding, but don't forget, our father... He once gave a warning. "

"...Is our world just a pile of fading embers..." Tirian leaned on his chair and said softly as if sighing, "I still don't know what he saw that day, but The obvious fact is that he was already insane when he made this warning - and you are repeating what he did back then, even trying to uncover the truth that drove him insane in the process."

Tirian shook his head, and looked seriously at the figure in the crystal ball: "Lucrecia, it's bad enough that there is a Lost Home in this world."

(End of this chapter)