Deep Sea Embers

Chapter 247 Warm Days

Vision 001, rising from the sea of ​​blood after the disappearance of the ancient kingdom of Crete, replaced the sun of the old era, shining on this world in the deep sea era.

For 1 years, this huge light body has been running like eternity, not only bringing light and heat to the world, but also bringing a stable order of the day - without it, there would be no city-state civilization today, and even The whole world will be shrouded in a terrible eternal night, and the earthly beings who lost the protection of the ancient kingdom of Crete may have disappeared silently in a certain ancient time.

No one thought that Vision 001 would one day go wrong, just as no one thought about whether the Great Sea would dry up one day.

However, it now appears that this "eternal" sun is not really eternal.

First, the sunrise was delayed by 15 minutes, and then there was a gap on the rune circle that was almost indistinguishable to the naked eye... These disturbing information all illustrate one thing: the lifespan of Vision 001 is actually limited!
Duncan stood by the window, silently watching the bright sky illuminate the street, while the thoughts in his mind were surging like a storm.

I am not the only one who noticed the mutation of the sun. There are many smart people in the world. Ordinary people may not pay attention to the changes above their heads, but there must be people in various city-state authorities and churches who are always watching the biggest vision in the world. Now, Someone should have noticed the change in the sun... what would they think?How will they respond?Does anyone know what's going on?
He also thought of those crazy Sun Cultists, those cultists who worshiped the real sun in ancient times... They talked about the vision 001 in the sky all day long, which is a sinful "false day", and talked about how the sun would one day Falling... do they know that something is really wrong with the sun?

In other words, is the change in Vision 001 really related to those Sun Cultists and the Sons of the Sun behind them?
In all fairness, Duncan actually doesn't think much of those Sun Cultists, because no matter if they are ordinary cultists or slightly more powerful Sun Sons, they are all the same in his eyes. A big fire reminded him that ordinary cultists may be nothing, but the "creeping sun disc" behind them has a very high personality, plus there is a group of elusive final missionaries who are stirring up the water, and things like historical pollution , Reality coverage is such a weird and unpredictable evil thing, who knows if those Sun Cultists really have the ability to affect the operation of Vision 001...

Duncan thought wildly for a long time, and finally decided to contact Fan Na if he had the opportunity—the other party is a high-level member of the church, and he should be very clear about the church's movements, so he can discuss the matter of the sun with her.

By the way, I can also show my friendly attitude and concern for the security of the city-state.

Of course, remember to knock on the door next time you pass by.

While thinking this way, Duncan paid some attention to the situation on the other side of the cathedral, and then suddenly froze for a moment.

He sensed that Tirian had left the cathedral and... was moving south of the Upper City.

After roughly confirming Tyrian's direction, Duncan frowned slightly.

He thought of another thing he had planned.

After a little thought, he raised his head and looked towards the counter.

Alice was lying next to Shirley, holding a pencil and writing something very, very seriously on the white paper.

At this time, the bright sunlight shines through the glass windows of the antique shop and over the quaint furnishings on the shelves into the store. The sunlight falls on the shoulders of the blond doll, as if casting a layer of warm and soft luster on Alice. It fell on the counter and the nib of the puppet, bringing an indescribably soft and mysterious atmosphere to the whole picture.

If this is an oil painting, then this oil painting should have a name—beautiful dolls writing quietly in the warm afternoon sun.

Even Duncan was stunned by this just right scene of light and shadow, and then stepped forward to take a look, and saw that Alice was seriously writing an unknown letter by heart—God knows where she started to make mistakes, anyway, now The whole piece of paper has been filled with small circles drawn by her...

Noticing the captain approaching, Alice stopped immediately, and happily held up the white paper to Duncan: "Mr. Duncan, please read what I wrote~"

Duncan: "..."

He held back for a long time, looked at Alice's simple and happy smile, and the oil painting-like impression of the scene just now remained in his mind, but in the end he couldn't express his doubts directly, so he could only reluctantly nodded with a sullen face: "Yes... …progress."

Although I can't tell what I'm writing.

Alice was very happy, as if she only needed this compliment, she looked into Duncan's eyes curiously: "Do you have any orders?"

Duncan froze for a moment: "How do you know that I have something for you to do?"

"You always look like this when you have something to order," Alice gestured on her face, as if she wanted to demonstrate Duncan's expression just now, but no one could understand her demonstration, "What do you want me to do?"

"You go to a place, go with Ai," Duncan straightened his expression, looked at Alice's heartless smile, and thought of what he was going to do, he felt a lot easier unconsciously, "Take a People are brought here."

"Introduce...to here?" Alice looked confused, "What is 'introduced' here? Do I need to be knocked out and tied up?"

"Where did you learn this from?!" Duncan glared at the doll immediately, "Come with me, I'll tell you how to do it..."

……

Compared with 100 years ago, the city has indeed changed a lot.

Electrical wiring, new types of gas street lamps, smoother and wider streets, taller buildings, and countless factories and pipelines—scholars and engineers have brought the power that can push civilization forward, and this power makes the city-state Changes are taking place far faster than before. This kind of change...even makes Tirian, who has seen many ups and downs, feel a kind of amazement spontaneously.

But in this city-state, there were also some things that were still vaguely as he remembered them.

After getting out of the car, thanking and saying goodbye to the church staff who accompanied him, Tirian took a few sailors he had brought from the Seamist and walked on the street on the edge of the upper city of Purdue, looking at the strange but unfamiliar people on both sides. There are some familiar roads and shops, and he can't help but have a look of memory on his face.

"Captain," a sailor looked at his boss curiously, "what are we looking for here?"

"A store," Tirian said casually, looking for the street-facing buildings with a strong central city-state style. "A doll shop, the signboard is somewhat elf-style."

"Doll?" The sailor was a little surprised, "You still like this?"

Tirian silently glanced at his subordinates: "I have my reasons."

Seeing this, another sailor at the side came over: "Captain, why don't you silence him first... If you don't mind, you can silence the rest of us, and clean us up after you finish shopping..."

"...I regret bringing you a little bit."

Several sailors laughed happily, but while they were joking, their eyes kept scanning the nearby buildings, looking for the shop that fit the captain's description.

Tirian shook his head, looking helplessly at the subordinates he had brought.

In the time outside of battle, he gets along with his subordinates like this-it is hard for the world to imagine that the legendary "Steel Lieutenant General" would be such a peaceful person among his subordinates, but Tirian himself know why.

These people have been born and died with themselves for half a century-there is no friendship in the world that can exceed this kind of loyalty and trust that has lasted for half a century.

At this moment, a sailor's voice suddenly came from the side, interrupting Tirian's thoughts.

"Captain, can you see if it's that one? The doll hall across the street...the name is quite unique."

Tirian looked up, and immediately saw the familiar name among a bunch of old shops facing the street: Rose House.

The signboard has been changed, the gate has been changed, and even the decoration on the front has been changed, but the name of the shop remains the same as before—the nostalgic elves, even if they live in a rapidly changing human city-state, rarely change the name of their shop easily.

Tirian was suddenly in a trance, and yellowed memories floated in his heart. He seemed to have seen that long, long ago afternoon, when his father went to the port for business, he took his young sister and sneaked out of the house. I got dizzy from shopping in the city-state until I ran into that shop in a daze...

Then he spent the change stolen from his father's cash box neatly there - the younger sister reaped a whole day of happiness, and I... I don't seem to remember if I was beaten.

In any case, it was a rare, pure and warm fragment in Tirian's century-long icy memory.

"That's it," the great pirate said softly, "'Doll Hall' is an elf-style naming method, referring to the doll store."

As he spoke, he walked towards the shop that seemed to occupy a special corner in his memory.

(Time to push the book, this time is "Dragon Clan: Digging the Corner of Kassel" from Jinghai Cangmeng. Dragon clan colleagues, walk into a different dragon clan, create dungeons and doomsday, and bring the ship girl and machine girl to fight with the students Explode this god and destiny!)

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