Deep Sea Embers

The steam walker stopped in front of the trestle, Fan Na stood on the shell of the spider machine, raised her head and looked at the legendary ship known as the "unsinkable warship" in front of her.

Unsinkable, not invulnerable - the ship may be truly unsinkable, but that doesn't mean it can't be battered.

It is obvious to the naked eye that the Sea Fog has gone through a fierce battle...Of course, if you think about the intact state of the Lost Homeland you saw on the Great Bell Tower at that time, you can also say that the steel warship in front of you was beaten unilaterally A pause——Fan Na doesn't really know much about the ship field, but she knows how incredible it is for a ship to float to the port smoothly after being transformed into what she sees.

This is the result after the Sea Mist has used its powerful "unsinkable" ability to repair itself for a whole day and night.

Recalling the matter of the Lost Homeland in her mind, recalling the curse-like connection between herself and that Captain Duncan, Fan Na felt a little headache, she rubbed her forehead, jumped from the steam walker to the ground, and at the same time saw different There is also a long springboard extending from the side of the Sea Fog in the distance. There are several
A figure is appearing on the diving board.

The leader is a one-eyed man wearing a majestic captain's uniform, slightly curly black hair, and an eye patch. His face looks three points similar to Duncan Abu Normar, but compared with the oppressive Captain Ghost, at this moment Captain Tirian, who was walking towards the pier, looked rather tired.

And behind this famous pirate captain, there are several attendants. Their complexion is pale, and the expressions on their faces are like solidified plaster statues, with a faint inhuman temperament—but overall, they don’t look like As scary as described in many horror stories.

Fan Na had heard a lot of rumors about the Sea Fog—since it was still a ship belonging to "human civilization", the stories about it were naturally richer and more detailed than that of the Lost Home, and in those In the rumors, the most mentioned are the undead sailors under Tirian Abnomar.

Legend has it that these sailors were taken away when Tirian defected and left Frost, and some of them were even veterans who belonged to the fleet of the Lost Homeland a century ago. They were affected by the warp just like their captain—— The curse entrenched on the members of the Abu Normar family has dissipated
On their followers, let the latter become immortal living dead.

They cannot die in the real dimension, nor can they enjoy the warmth of the real world like living people. They cannot feel a moment of peace in the world of living people, but they cannot step through the door of the rest of Bartok, the god of death. .

In other rumors, it is mentioned that these undead sailors have no attachment to the world and their former compatriots. It is only because of some ancient and powerful constraints that they must serve their masters forever—— The eldest son of the Abu Normar family.

Fanna stared closely at those figures, watching them set foot on the land of the city-state of Purand and walk towards this side under the leadership of Tirian.

The living dead... Strictly speaking, they are already the subjects of Bartok, the god of death, and Bartok and the other three gods belong to the righteous camp, so these undead sailors are also allowed to set foot on the land of the city-state. But this does not mean that ordinary people can accept these creepy "former compatriots". At the same time, considering that these undead sailors are also inextricably linked to the "curse" of the Abu Normar family, Vanna It is necessary to keep track of their movements at all times. …

It's just... How different is this Prand, which has been completely burned by the flames of the Lost Homeland, from these sailors who have been cursed to live forever?

Fan Na couldn't help but think of this question that made her extremely entangled, and in such a distracted effort, the one-eyed pirate captain had already arrived in front of her.

"Greetings to you—Your Excellency the Judge," Tirian took off his captain's hat and bowed slightly to greet him. He was surprised by Fanna's youth and height of 1.9 meters, but he didn't show it in the slightest. The politeness was completely unlike her. A fearsome great pirate, but one who still serves a

Naval Commander of a city-state, "Thank you for welcoming me personally."

"Nice to meet you, Captain Tirian,
Fan Na quickly woke up from her distraction, and nodded to the man in front of her who looked about 30 years old—she subconsciously compared him with the "Captain Duncan" she saw, and found that he was not As tall as his father, but with less suffocating majesty, "You responded to Prand's plea for help, and for that alone, the arrival of the Seamist is worthy of my personal welcome.

"But we were of no use after all." Tirian sighed with a strange face, and then subconsciously raised his head and looked around the port, as if looking for something.

"What are you looking for?" Fan Na vaguely guessed what the other party was doing, but she still asked casually.

"Excuse me, have you heard the news from us before we docked?" Tirian said nervously as he looked around, "

We encountered the Lost Home on the way, and although we tried our best to intercept it, the ship still..."

"Your father has been here," Fanna sighed, "just left yesterday."

As soon as these words came out, Captain Tirian, the big pirate opposite her, immediately became still like a stone sculpture, and even the plaster-like cold and rigid faces of the few attendants behind him trembled.

"I... I didn't hear clearly," Tirian finally realized after a few seconds, and looked at the young judge in front of him with a ghostly expression on his face, "Miss Judge, you said that my father... yesterday..."

He purposely put the emphasis on the word "father", as if he was afraid that Vanna was joking with him on this fatal issue.

"The situation is very complicated, and we need to explain it carefully," Vanna sighed again, "The Lost Land did appear, but it is completely different from what was described in the letter we sent you at the beginning, Prand The city-state has just experienced a huge...accident. Please follow me, Bishop Valentine is already waiting in the cathedral, and now we urgently need all kinds of information, and you must have countless questions to answer."

Tirian felt that all the plans he had conceived on the road were disrupted. He followed Vanna's footsteps almost in a daze, and walked towards the steam walkers from the cathedral—there was a black one specially prepared for guests. The steam car had already parked on the side of the road, and the sign of the Church of the Deep Sea was hung on the car.

"...To be honest, I thought you guys would stop me at the docks," Tirian said as he walked towards the car, perhaps to break the awkward atmosphere, or to relieve some unreasonable pressure (I don't know why, when he sees Fanna, he always feels a faint pressure coming from him), and suddenly said in a self-deprecating tone, "After all, under normal circumstances, the city-state authorities will reject a pirate. Dock, or simply prepare a noose for the pirates."  …

"It's not Frost here - the arrest warrants of the northern city-states for the Sea Mist can't be controlled by Prand, unless one day you do something big and are jointly wanted by the entire Boundless Sea," Fanna said. He said casually, "But until then, you are just a helpful captain to Prand, and..."

While speaking, she turned her head and glanced at the Sea Mist, which was still exuding a majestic momentum even though it was covered with scars.

"And seriously, even in the northern seas, is there really any city-state that can put a noose around your neck when you dock?"

Tirian thought for a moment and laughed.

"When I landed, the City Guards would politely refer to me as the owner of 'Sea Fog Ventures,' and when doubts arose, advertise my visit as a business relationship between the City State and the Sea Fog Fleet ——Did you know that there is a saying among pirates: The lowest-level arrest warrant makes little pirates sleepless, the city-state-level arrest warrant makes big pirates feel like they are sitting on the tip of a needle, and the highest-level arrest warrant...is used by the parties involved. Wipe the table and the sword."

The great pirate paused for a moment, then said lightly, "Except for Frost, I can set foot on the land of any northern city-state."

Fan Na raised her eyebrows: "Except Frost?"

... Her Majesty Le Nora ordered me to leave Frost," Tirian held back the smile on his face, "She hasn't taken back the order yet."

Fan Na glanced at the other party and saw that the expression on the big pirate's face became very recognizable at some point.

real.

She didn't say much, just stopped at the intersection, pointed to the welcome car next to her: "Please get in the car, Captain Tirian,"

After finishing speaking, she turned around and jumped onto a steam walker next to her, standing on it majesticly as usual.

Tirian turned around and got into the car with several of his followers.

The moment the car door closed, he breathed a sigh of relief.

"Captain," an attendant noticed his boss's movements, and couldn't help looking over curiously, "Are you okay? Just now I felt that you were a little... tense, when you deal with other famous captains or city-state officials It's never been this tense."

"I don't know what's going on, but when I'm talking to that young judge, I always feel an...indescribable pressure." In front of his most trusted subordinates, Tirian didn't hide his feelings just now, " This feeling is completely different from dealing with officials of other city-states in the past, and I didn’t even feel this weird pressure when I passed by the death sanctuary on a cruise.”

"Is there?" The attendant frowned suspiciously, "Why didn't I feel it... Although the judge is indeed a bit tall, he looks quite powerful..."

"It's not this kind of pressure," Tirian shook his head, "Okay, don't continue the discussion, the power of the high-ranking saint is extremely powerful, she can hear you."

Hearing this, the attendant shut his mouth nervously.

Tirian breathed a sigh of relief, and looked out the car window at the Perand scenery that had begun to move gradually with a somewhat complicated expression.

When he was a child, he and Lucrezia stayed in this city-state for a short time, but that was already a century ago, and now this pearl on the sea...is a completely unfamiliar land to him.
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