Deep Sea Embers

Chapter 237 Secret contact is a local custom

Thank you.

A very common word, but it instantly made Duncan suffocate.

He can be sure that there was no such word on the paper just now, and there was no trace of being soaked by water, all of which appeared out of thin air before his eyes!
He stared at the imprint on the paper, and a dark green flame was gradually burning around him. His consciousness swept across the entire ship in an instant to confirm whether there was any uninvited "" guests"—but he found nothing.

Where did the word come from?Who is conveying information to oneself?Why?
Frankly speaking, at this moment, he has a little understanding of the mood of those people who are scared by him, such as Fanna who jumped in front of the vanity mirror in the dream, such as Tirian and Lucrecia just now— — But it was just a little understanding, and he will do the same next time.

The key now is why a word suddenly appeared on this piece of paper.

Duncan frowned tightly, and suddenly, he thought of a detail in a flash of inspiration - just now, when he was talking with Tirian, he said something in a joking tone:

"If the god behind this church is watching, then he owes me a thank you."

The expression on Duncan's face became more subtle. As soon as this idea popped up, his first reaction was that it was outrageous. How could such a joke be taken seriously, but after this subconscious reaction, he couldn't help but look at Thinking about this direction, the more I think about it... the more restless I become.

He lowered his head and looked at the wet corner of the paper. After hesitating for a moment, he picked up the pen next to him and wrote a few words on the drier edge of the water mark:

"Storm Goddess?"

After finishing writing, he waited patiently, staring at the water-soaked place like a commander waiting to ship after pressing Dajian, but the waiting water was almost dry and he didn't wait for a reply. .

The other party seemed to have left a message and then slipped away—or maybe it was intentional that he couldn't read it back?
Outrageous and weird thoughts emerged endlessly in Duncan's mind. He had been in this evil world for so long, and the level of evil at this moment was still far higher than before. , but after waiting for a long time to no avail, he slowly put down the pen in his hand to calm himself down a little bit.

After thinking about it for a moment, he got up and pushed open the wooden door leading to the chart room—beside the nautical table, the goat's head was staring at the foggy chart as always, and turned his head immediately after hearing the sound of the door opening.

"Is there anything unusual on board just now?" Duncan asked without waiting for the other party to speak.

"On the boat? There's nothing unusual on the boat," Goat's head was stunned for a moment, then subconsciously replied, and then he seemed to notice something, "What's wrong? I'm going to search the whole boat..."

"No need, I've checked it once, and I'm just looking for you for a second confirmation." Duncan waved his hand, then settled down, and decided not to mention the weird handwriting that appeared on the paper, "I just met Tirian and Lu Cressia—they just happen to be in touch with each other."

The goat's head felt that the captain's state at the moment was a bit strange, but since the other party didn't intend to explain further, it wisely didn't ask. After hearing Duncan's words, it just sighed a little: "Many people in the world guess that Tirian and Lucret The relationship between Thea's brother and sister is cold. The evidence is that Tirian was a pirate in the depths of civilization, while his sister was engaged in a great adventure and pioneering business on the border of civilization. A guess is just a guess after all."

"In my opinion, they have a pretty good relationship, especially when they faced me together. That kind of tacit understanding can be seen from being cultivated since childhood, and they have experienced the childhood of father's injury together." Duncan shook his head, "As for the fact that they are separated now Far...it's just a choice of a different life path."

"Ah, the emotion of the old father," the goat head exaggeratedly sighed, "Is the communication between you and your 'son and daughter' going well?"

"...I think it went well," Duncan thought for a while, then nodded slightly, "I think I have fully expressed my kindness, and I have initially implanted the impression of reason and 'return of humanity' in their minds, and also It paves the way for future contact, at least the next time we encounter the Sea Mist, we should not have to cover each other with firepower, this is the first step for family harmony."

The goat's head remained silent for a while, which made Duncan feel very strange: "Why didn't you talk this time? Don't you usually talk a lot?"

The goat's head said quietly: "If you don't cover each other with firepower, the family is harmonious. This is too powerful, and I can't evaluate it..."

Duncan didn't know how to pick it up, so he could only spread his hands wordlessly, and the goat's head asked after a moment of silence: "It sounds like you are already preparing for the next meeting with Tirian? Why... suddenly So positive about it?"

"Because he once worked for the Frost Queen," Duncan said lightly, "and now I am a little curious about his experience."

"Is it because of Miss Alice?"

"A little bit."

Duncan said casually.

Then he shook his head, turned around and went back to the room, found the piece of paper he had sketched just now and tore off the corner where the text had been wetted by water, and returned to the nautical table in the chart room: " I have something to show you."

He placed the quirky hexagonal pattern in front of the goat's head.

"Have you seen this thing?"

The neck of the goat's head creaked and turned, and it lowered its eyes, staring at the pattern on the paper curiously, then shook its head: "I haven't seen it before. What is this?"

"Haven't you seen it?" Duncan frowned, and slowly opened his mouth after confirming that the attitude of the goat's head did not seem to be hiding anything, "...More than a century ago, several ascetic monks visited the Lost Country, and among them One carries an amulet with such a pattern on his body."

Goat's head was silent for a moment, then said softly: "Oh, that's out of my sight."

Duncan instantly understood what the other party meant.

At that time, the goat's head was not on the Lost Country.

The goat's head was not the "crew" of the ship from the very beginning, it only served on the Lost Home for a century - full of calculations, in fact, it appeared on this ship after the ship fell into the subspace .

There are many secrets hidden behind this ship and this "first mate", and this is one of the few mysteries that Duncan slowly probed and successfully solved.

Duncan didn't speak for a while.

In fact, he has always been very curious, curious about how this goat head came to this ship, curious about why the other party became the "first mate" here after the real Captain Duncan went completely crazy, and... Curious about the relationship between the other party and the subspace. The connection between them, and the countless secrets behind it.

But it's a pity that the goat's head never mentioned these things—even when Duncan wanted to test it a few times, it changed the topic in an obvious and blunt way.

This is an attitude and a hint - it cannot be said, and if it is said, there will be big troubles.

Duncan came back to his senses, put aside the complicated thoughts in his mind for the time being, and after thinking for a while, he nodded to the goat's head: "Then you continue to steer, I need to deal with something."

"Of course, at your service anytime!"

Duncan put away the piece of paper, turned and walked towards his dormitory, but just as he walked halfway, he suddenly heard the voice of the goat's head coming from behind: "Captain."

Duncan stopped and turned his head slightly: "Huh?"

"You can always trust your loyal first mate."

Duncan didn't speak, but he nodded slightly, and then walked into the room.

……

Morris tossed and turned in bed for a long time before finally sitting up.

His wife was sleeping soundly next to her, with slight and gentle snoring sounds from time to time, and the glow of the creation of the world passed through the window, casting a piece of night on the bedroom floor.

Everything is like a dream, but everything is real.

Morris rarely suffers from insomnia, but since his wife "returned", he has always had trouble falling asleep, and he knows why.

Because of fear.

He worried that as soon as he fell asleep, this dream-like reality would really turn into a dream. He was worried that all the miracles were just the result of his own wishful thinking, just like praying to the subspace 11 years ago, what he got in return was just An illusion that can be shattered with one poke.

Because of this fear, he didn't even dare to pray to Raheem casually - in the past many years, even if he deliberately alienated the church, he never interrupted the habitual prayers in his daily life, but now because of subconsciously avoiding With the blessing effect of the "Eye of Truth", he forcibly restrained himself from praying.

Morris exhaled lightly to wake up his drowsy brain in the cold night, then got up and put on some clothes, and stood silently by the bed, looking at his wife who was sleeping peacefully.

He does this a lot these days.

But this time, after watching it for a while, he suddenly felt a trance in his head, and then a faint call and a vague majestic figure appeared in the depths of his mind——Morris was shocked instantly Son, realize what happened.

The captain is calling to himself.

The old scholar immediately took two deep breaths, fully awake, and then quickly walked to the utility room connected to the master bedroom. He turned on the electric light in the utility room, and then looked at an antique in the corner of the small room. Mirror.

The illusory spiritual body flames are slowly floating on the edge of the mirror, and the figure of the captain is gradually emerging from it.

For some reason, this scene, which should have terrified ordinary people, made Morris feel a little more at ease at this moment.

He found the "sense of reality" from the floating flames and majestic figure—just as pain can prove that he is alive, it is the "evidence" that can prove that miracles have indeed happened, and that everything at this moment is true.

Morris came to the antique mirror and bent slightly: "Captain, what are your orders?"

When Duncan saw Morris and the background of the sundries behind him, he immediately thought of the middle-aged social animal who secretly hid in the storage room to play games and was afraid of being discovered by his wife...

The next moment, he straightened his face, put aside the inconsequential associations, and said to Morris with a serious expression: "I need you to investigate something, which may be related to history or some kind of secret organization."

"What kind of thing?"

"A mysterious pattern that once appeared on the amulets of a group of ascetics."

(End of this chapter)