Deep Sea Embers

Chapter 259 Unnumbered
Not only Fanna vaguely sensed something was wrong, but also the nearby saints felt something was wrong. These hazy soul projections subconsciously looked at the ancient existence wrapped in a shroud with a hideous and terrifying appearance. In my impression and in the records of the church classics, all the descriptions of this "gravekeeper" carry words such as "cold, conscientious, and indifferent"-no record has ever said that he would still treat the The selected listener says "please"!

However, Fan Na didn't have time to think about it. She noticed that the gravekeeper was still waiting patiently for her, so she quickly collected her thoughts and nodded, "Okay."

The gravekeeper turned around and led Fanna towards the grand and ancient mausoleum palace, leaving the saints on the square to watch the two go away.

The heavy mausoleum door closed behind her, as if cutting off the sound of the whole world. Standing in the cold and silent corridor, Fan Na's heart also calmed down a little bit.

This is already the second time she has entered this mausoleum, and compared to the slightly nervous mood when she entered the first time, she has somewhat adapted now.

She knew that she would go straight forward, go through the passage with many messages from her predecessors, enter the deepest tomb, and see the body of the unknown king. After that, she would forget what she had seen and heard, and be killed Send it outside the mausoleum—and on the parchment in her hand, she will leave her own notes.

Those secrets that cannot be taken out of the mausoleum will be torn away, those that can be revealed to the world will be left behind, and the pollution she herself suffered in the process of listening to the knowledge will be safely "forgotten" with her stay in the tomb.

Fan Na collected herself and walked forward.

A slightly heavy footstep followed him.

The young judge stopped in astonishment, and looked back at the grave guard following behind him.

Under normal circumstances, wouldn't the gravekeeper leave the tomb after the listener entered?
"Is there... anything else?" Fan Na couldn't help but speak carefully, fully alert.

The gravekeeper lowered his eyes, his one eye outside the shroud was filled with cloudy eyes, and a hoarse voice came from his chest: "No, it's just an escort—do you need an escort?"

The sense of disobedience surged up again. Although Fan Na had only entered the mausoleum once and was not familiar with all the details related to "Phenomenon 004", she instinctively felt that something was wrong with the behavior of the tomb guard... There is a big gap with the record.

But Fanna did not lose her composure because of this, she always kept in mind that she was in an extremely high-ranked ancient vision, and every detail here was life-threatening, so she was extremely cautious, and did not dare to rashly accept the tomb guard's "" Extra service": "I think... I know how to go."

The gravekeeper just watched the "visitor" in front of him quietly, without any emotion in his one-eyed eyes. After a few seconds, he nodded and stepped back slowly: "Okay, please go straight forward, after the end I'll take you out."

The figure of the tomb guard disappeared in the corridor.

Fan Na was stunned, and suddenly realized that the other party even used the word "you" at the end just now.

...How could this indifferent and proud ancient guard be so polite today...

She shook her head, trying to get all the complicated thoughts out of her mind, worried that this was some kind of mental disturbance caused by this ancient vision, she concentrated on what she should do, and finally walked through the long corridor , entered the deepest tomb of the palace.

In the tomb, the mysterious headless corpse is still sitting on the tall throne, pale braziers are burning on both sides, and opposite the body of the unknown king, there is a seat that is obviously newly moved.

Fan Na's eyelids twitched.

At this moment, an outrageous idea popped up in the mind of the always serious and self-restraining Miss Judge——If I come again next time, there shouldn't be many fruit plates in this place...

She walked to the chair, sat down carefully, then raised her head to look at the headless corpse on the throne.

The next second, she opened her eyes, and saw that she was standing on the broad and magnificent stone plaza, the chaotic sky enveloped her vision, a mysterious stream of light rose from the top of the broken pillar in the distance, and a roar came from behind—a vision 004 quickly sank and returned to the ground.

Fan Na was still in a daze, but the saints waiting in the square had already gathered quickly.

One of the phantom saints carried the familiar aura of Valentine. He came to Fanna and said urgently, "Look at what is recorded on the parchment."

Only then did Fanna come to her senses, and quickly picked up the parchment in her hand—as expected, the parchment this time was still incomplete, but compared to last time when there was only a small note left, the situation was much better .

The parchment had only been torn in half, leaving legible writing on the remaining half.

Fan Na glanced over the familiar handwriting——

"Shadows have begun to rise from the dark abyss.

"Days of sailing.

"Vision - Prand."

The saints looked at each other, Bishop Valentine raised his head and looked at Fanna in astonishment, as if he wanted to ask something instinctively, but he didn't know how to ask.

There are problems with the contents of the parchment, there are big problems—but the listener will not remember his experience in the central tomb, the words that can be brought out on the note are all the information, and vision 004 will not answer any redundant questions, The only thing that can be guaranteed is the correctness and authenticity of the information on the note.

"The shadows in the dark abyss...the days when sailing..." Some saints couldn't help but muttered to themselves, and looked at their compatriots in confusion, "In the past, the information conveyed in the tombs was relatively accurate and intuitive. Yes, such obscure metaphors rarely appear..."

"Maybe this is the accurate and intuitive information, but the key part has been torn off," another saint muttered, "Compared to this, the content of the last sentence is..."

"Vision, Prand." An unknown person said softly.

Fan Na's eyes were also fixed on the last sentence on the note. Among the three sentences, only this one completely attracted her attention. She naturally thought of the fire, the ghost ship, and the last sweep. Phantom flames across the city-state—but then, she noticed something else.

"No number..." she whispered in surprise, then looked up at Valentine, and repeated, "No number?!"

At this moment, she didn't even know which point she should be surprised at first-whether she was surprised that Prand was identified as a "vision" or that this vision did not have a number!
The saints were a little agitated, even though they were all high-ranking clergymen from various church regions, even though they all had a tenacious will and strong strength, at this time they still couldn't help but fell into confusion and confusion, and low-pitched discussions were all around The sound sounded, and more familiar saints came to Fanna and Valentine and asked them about Purand's recent situation.

This made Fanna a little at a loss—compared to the experienced Bishop Valentine, she was still too young.

But fortunately, the commotion only lasted for a short time, and the saints gathered in the square suddenly fell silent. Fanna raised her head and saw the hazy shadows receding to both sides in unison. The elegant lady in the gown was walking towards herself and Bishop Valentine.

Fanna and Valentine immediately bowed and said, "Your Majesty the Pope."

"You don't have to be polite," Pope Helena, the ruler of the Church of the Deep Sea and the spokeswoman for the Goddess of Storms in the world, set her gaze on Fan Na, and then on the parchment, "Can I have a look?"

"Of course." Upon hearing this, Fan Na quickly handed over the parchment, "Here you are."

Helena took the parchment, glanced at the words on it, then raised her head and looked at Fanna with a faint smile: "The words are beautiful—much better than your words on the report."

Fan Na was startled for a moment, she didn't expect the Pope to mention this suddenly, and then she was a little embarrassed: "That report... I wrote it in a hurry, and the situation in the city-state was a bit chaotic at that time..."

"Understandably, the first time I wrote such a long report, I wanted to eat my pen," Helena said with a smile. "So the typewriter is a good invention, why not use it?"

Fan Na's tone was a bit weird: "...I always accidentally break it, and I'm not used to it."

Helena's smile became more obvious, and then she handed the parchment back to Fanna, and said casually: "I have read all the reports you submitted on the historical pollution incident of Pland - including the part about the Lost Home. Frankly In other words, it is not surprising that after such a drastic change, the city-state of Puland has become a place similar to a "vision"-although the birth process of this vision is extraordinary, "extraordinary" is what it is properties of anomalies and anomalies."

As she spoke, she paused for a moment before her expression gradually became serious.

"It's just... there is no number, which is a bit too 'extraordinary'."

(The time of pushing the book, the title of the book "Non-mainstream God of Cookery", comes from Cao A's story of crossing the sea and conquering other worlds with food. Although it is a seedling, everyone can support it.)
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