Deep Sea Embers

Chapter 264 Knock on the Door
Morris left, holding a century-old cannonball with a strange look on his face.

Duncan stood at the counter and watched the old gentleman leave with a happy smile.

"...You really gave the cannonball to Mr. Morris." Alice murmured.

"I really gave the cannonball to Mr. Morris..." Nina muttered.

"I don't like cannonballs," whispered Alice, "especially not."

Nina asked curiously, "Why?"

Alice looked serious: "Because the captain once gave me eight shells..."

"Stop nagging," Duncan's voice suddenly came from the side. He looked helplessly at the resentful Alice and Nina, who was clearly aroused by curiosity, "Where did Shirley go?"

"She said she was dizzy from reciting the alphabet, and she wanted to go out to get some fresh air," Nina stuck out her tongue, "but I guess she should have run to the next block by now."

"As expected," Duncan sighed. "With Shirley's cultural level and personal cultivation, it's already remarkable that she insists on not swearing in front of me every day..."

Sighing, he turned his head and looked out of the window. Through the clear window, Prand's daily and peaceful street scenes came into view.

Pedestrians are bustling with people on the road, citizens are busy going about their lives, and nothing happened in the lower city today—the short-lived failure of vision 001, the defect that is almost invisible to the naked eye on the sun rune ring, the forgotten city in the far north A deep-dive operation, a mysterious symbol left by the ancient kingdom of Crete... All of these seem to be far away from this sunny neighborhood.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, and after a long time, he muttered softly as if talking to himself: "Tirion is really going back early..."

……

At the southeast port of the city-state, the huge steel battleship Haiwu is ready to set sail.

The warship that was severely damaged by the Lost Homeland has undergone a few days of "self-cultivation", and now it has recovered more than half of it. The many wounds and cracks on its armor belt and deck have completely healed at this moment, and there is not even the slightest damage. The undead sailors were busy going back and forth between the trestle and the battleship, carrying the supplies and parting gifts generously provided by Prand on board.

The tall Fan Na came to the pier and bid farewell to the captain of the Sea Mist.

"We didn't expect you to leave so soon," Fan Na said, "The archbishop has made preparations for the Sea Mist to be a guest for at least two weeks."

"Actually, I thought I would stay here for a long time—but some accidents happened." Tirian rubbed his forehead lightly. "I have to go back and deal with some things in the north."

This seems to be just an excuse, but Fanna is not interested in hearing what others don't want to say, she just looked at Tirian with some concern, and frowned slightly: "Excuse me...Mr. Captain, is your face swollen?"

"A small accident, a small accident." Tirian waved his hand immediately, saying in his heart that fortunately, it has been another day of recovery. If he was seen by this judge yesterday, he really doesn't know how to explain his big Head full circle.

Immediately afterwards, as if to prevent the embarrassment from continuing, he quickly changed the subject: "It was a very pleasant time to be a guest in Prand, and thank you for the gift."

"It's fine if you like it," Fanna smiled and nodded, and then raised her head curiously, looking at the high side of the Sea Mist and the main gun turret that can be seen from the side, "although I have heard , but seeing it with my own eyes is still unbelievable... This ship has really 'healed' like this, and even the main guns that have been completely wiped...'grow back'?"

Tirian glanced back at his battleship, and his eyes fell on the three new main guns that had just been restored, and seemed to be slightly smaller than the other main guns at the moment, with a proud smile on his face: "Sea fog No. knows what it should look like, and it always tends to put itself in the best condition-but those main guns are not very useful now, they are still small, and it will take a few more days to compete with other guns. Fires full charges of standard caliber shells like the main guns of the

Fan Na was stunned, always feeling that there was something wrong with the smile on the other party's face when she was looking at the main cannon on her ship and the tone of her speech, but she couldn't tell what was wrong...

Fortunately, she's not one to fuss over such details.

At [-]:[-] in the afternoon, accompanied by a melodious siren sound, the steel battleship with a towering bow slowly accelerated and left the city-state.

Fan Na stood on the pier and watched the battleship gradually turn into an inconspicuous black shadow on the sea level, then exhaled lightly, turned around and boarded the black steam car that had been waiting for a long time.

The subordinate in charge of driving raised his head and glanced at the judge with a tired face through the rearview mirror: "You seem very tired?"

"Things happen one after another, and the paperwork is far more laborious than fighting heretics with a big sword." Fan Na stretched her shoulders and neck, leaning on the back seat in a disfigured manner, "and I have been suffering from insomnia recently. .”

There was a low vibration and sound from the steam core, and the gears and connecting rods were running briskly. Hearing his chief's complaint, his subordinates couldn't help smiling: "But at least the city-state has been peaceful recently - no heresies, no monsters, no The unlucky ones trapped in the night, the night guards have not encountered the distortion in the night for several days... There is always sunshine after the storm, isn't it?"

After listening to her subordinates' emotions, Fan Na slowly said after a while: "Indeed, the recent nights have been calmer than ever before, and even the lower city and the sewers where darkness is most often shrouded, there is no more noise. coming."

"Isn't that a good thing?"

"...Of course, it's a good thing," Fanna said softly, then adjusted her posture on the seat and closed her eyes, "I'll take a nap first, go to the cathedral and wake me up."

"Yes."

When her subordinates responded, Fan Na felt that she had entered a drowsy light sleep state, and the sound of the mechanical running of the car and the sound outside the window were gradually fading away.

She was really sleepy, and she hadn't had a good rest for many days.

The order of the city-state has been fully restored, all the aftermath work is coming to an end in an orderly manner, the paperwork has also been processed, the report to the cathedral and various contacts with the city hall have no problems-and this "everything goes well" Behind it is the exhaustion of the past few days.

After seeing off the special "visitor" of the Sea Mist, she was finally able to breathe a little easier.

At least he should be able to rest for a few days before the Cathedral of Storms arrives in Prand before receiving the Pope.

A gentle night wind suddenly blew across the cheeks, and the wind carried a cool and fresh breath, and with it, there was the sound of waves beating the hull.

Fan Na suddenly opened her eyes.

I am in a strange room.

What catches the eye is the classical and elegant furnishings. The walls are hung with gorgeous tapestries that look like the last century. There are dark-colored shelves and wine cabinets in the corners. There is a thick woven carpet in the center of the room. It was a carved reception table and chairs, and at this moment, I was sitting on one of the chairs.

Fan Na suddenly stood up, and then slightly arched her body like a beast about to fight, guarding everything around her.

The next second, she saw a window not far away—the window was open, and even though it was still daytime when she fell asleep, the scenery outside the window at this moment was night, and the cold night wind blew into the house through the window , the cold and bright light permeates the window sill, and in the light, one can vaguely see the undulating sea surface in the distance, as well as the sparkling flood light on the sea surface.

The floodlight was as fine as mercury.

Fan Na's gaze fell out of the window involuntarily, and then, she seemed to have discovered something suddenly, rushed to the window, raised her head and looked at the sky outside the window.

A... something she couldn't understand appeared there.

It was a glowing circular object, which looked like the main body in the middle of the sun, but it was neither dazzling nor hot, but quietly suspended in the sky like a cool glowing disk, its surface was still Some textures can be vaguely seen——the entire luminous body seems to exude a peaceful and peaceful atmosphere.

Fan Na stared blankly at the strange light body. At this moment, she felt that her thoughts seemed to have fallen into a state of tranquility following the clear light. This state of blank mind lasted for an unknown period of time before she thought dully. --what is that?
Is that the cooling sun?

Where did Creation of the World go?

Then she looked away and looked at the strange room again.

Where is this place?

Outside is the undulating sea, surrounded by strange rooms, outside the window is a strange sky, strange celestial bodies... Reminiscent of my own experiences these days, the answer seems not difficult to guess.

But this time it seemed to be different from before, this time...she didn't see that scary ghost captain.

Fan Na thought so, but as if to respond to her thoughts, the next second, she suddenly felt an aura approaching.

"Dong dong dong."

Someone knocked on the door.

(End of this chapter)