Deep Sea Embers

Chapter 272 From Frost
Morris carefully opened the letter from afar with a letter opener.

On the envelope, the stamps one after another and the stamp representing "purified" told him an extremely long wandering journey to him wordlessly.

With the slight sound of unrolling the paper, rows of beautiful and neat handwriting appeared in front of Morris, and it was indeed the handwriting he was familiar with from a friend:

"To my good friend and academic partner:
"Since the last contact, it seems that several years have passed. This alienation is really inappropriate. I feel that these years have been muddled and busy, and I always seem to be doing some meaningless things. Only recently did I suddenly realize that I wasted time...

"...A lot of wonderful things have happened recently, I'm sorry I can't describe some changes in my life to you... Frost is an incredible place. There is not only a cold and long winter here, but there are many more worthy of our seriousness. research stuff...

"Do you remember the topic of some ancient legends about the frozen seas of the far north that we discussed the last time we met? These topics have entered my mind again recently, and I suddenly feel as if I have grasped some key points. Help us smooth out many unresolved unresolved issues in the original discussion, such as whether there were city-states in the frozen sea area, and the origin of many mysterious customs in the frost land...

"Frost is really an incredible place, my friend, and my mind is becoming more and more aware of it. There are many mysterious pasts worthy of our exploration in this cold sea. I plan to meet some in history and folklore Respected people in the field, there are plans to visit Cold Harbor in the near future, but most importantly, I want to invite you to come here as a guest...

"We haven't seen each other for many years, Maurice, you said you don't like the cold air in the north, but I think you will like the warm fireplace in my house and the fine wine I have collected, think about it seriously, we can enjoy the warm Believe me, Frost is an incredible place...

"Don't you want to come and see? Come to this incredible frosty city-state...

"Your most trusted friend and academic associate, Brown Scott, 1900-12-2, at 42 Fireplace Street."

Morris's gaze silently scanned the last line of letters in the letter, and he didn't say a word for a long time.

It wasn't until a few minutes later that he muttered as if talking to himself: "It's his handwriting, and the discussions he mentioned did happen."

"Today is December 12th, and this letter was sent half a month ago," his wife said beside her, with a hint of uneasiness in her voice, "Considering the distance between Frost and Prand, this is quite normal time."

"Yeah, the time is normal, the postmark is normal, the abnormal thing is that the writer died years ago," Morris said slowly, "I still remember the day when I received the obituary—it was also a letter from Frost A letter from one of his favorite students, the student said that her teacher had unfortunately fallen into the sea while taking a boat to Cold Harbor, and the body could not be salvaged."

"...I don't remember this incident, it happened in those years when I was confused," the wife came over and took Morris's hand, "We should report this incident to the church, the content and wording of this letter It seems normal, but it's also very disturbing when you drill down."

Morris held his wife's hand instead, and exhaled softly: "Of course, it should be reported to the church...but not just to the church."

……

Homeless, in the captain's room, Duncan rested his hands on the nautical table, concentrating on the misty chart and the gradually extending route on the chart.

The phantom representing the Lost Home is slowly moving in the center of the chart, and the dense fog around the Lost Home gradually dissipates as the ship advances. At one end of the route, you can see the ship that has been temporarily left behind. The Puland city-state, and in the mist outside the route, another faintly glowing bright spot can be vaguely seen.

Duncan's eyes fell on that bright spot.

That was the Seamist.

Since the mutual fire coverage of the "Plague and Nuclear Twilight" last time, the mark of the Sea Mist has appeared on this chart.

And in Duncan's own perception, he can also roughly feel the current direction of the Sea Fog, and even the general state of the ship.

This perception was vague, but it didn't seem to diminish with the distance between the Lost Home and the Seamist.

Apparently, just like the "marked" who had been tainted by the flames of the spirit body, the Seamist, whose face was covered in shells from the Lost Land, also established a connection with itself.

But after all, this is just a "connection", not a complete control like the Lost Homelander, so the Sea Mist can only show a bright spot on the chart, and cannot dispel the fog covering the route.

"Are you deciding on the next course?" Goat's head's voice suddenly came from the edge of the navigation table, "Then I have about 140 very useful suggestions, I can..."

"No, you can't," Duncan interrupted skillfully without waiting for the other party to start pushing, "I don't need any advice, I have my own plan."

The goat head shook its head, as if it wanted to say something more, but before it opened its mouth, a burst of footsteps came from outside the door, and then the door of the captain's cabin was pulled open from the outside, and Alice walked in .

Then Miss Puppet was stunned for a while, before Duncan could speak, she quickly turned around, closed the door, and knocked on the door.

"...you don't need to knock on the door since you've already come in. You should knock before opening the door." Duncan glanced at the other party expressionlessly, "Is everything 'over there' cleaned up?"

"Yeah," Alice nodded immediately, "The shelves on the first floor have been tidied up, the counters and stairs have been cleaned, and the kitchen has been tidied up!"

"Well," Duncan responded casually, "where's Ai?"

"Going to the kitchen after sending me over," Alice said, "flying away yelling about Mad Thursday and all..."

"It's free and easy," Duncan shook his head with a smile, and then suddenly noticed that Alice's neck seemed to be stuck when she nodded, and frowned subconsciously, "Why does it feel weird when your neck turns... The glue in the joint hasn't been removed yet?"

When Alice heard it, she shook her head left and right, and her neck showed obvious stuttering and sluggishness.

"It seems...it's a bit," Miss Doll seemed a little embarrassed, "It feels like it's stuck."

The corners of Duncan's eyes trembled, and he looked at the puppet helplessly, while the latter rested his head on his hands, and it took him a while to let out that signature laugh: "Hey..."

"Don't be silly," Duncan sighed, "Come here, I'll clean it up for you. If the residual glue is not clear, it will further damage the joints, and it's really uncomfortable to see you nodding your head."

"Oh."

Alice immediately walked over obediently, and when she came to Duncan's side, she reached out and grabbed her head and shook it left and right, then pulled it out with a "boo'er".

The headless puppet holds its head in both hands: "Ship...ship...captain, here you are."

A vague sense of weirdness inevitably came to mind, but Duncan still reached out and took Alice's head, and took out the scraper, brush and soft cloth from the small drawer under the nautical table, sighed, and began to study this Situation in the boob joint.

He couldn't help feeling a little emotional.

I have been able to face these weird scenes so calmly, and even participate in them naturally.

The adaptability of human beings is indeed amazing.

Picking up the spatula, he gently scraped away the remaining glue marks that were not so stable in the shovel joints. Duncan raised his eyelids and glanced at Alice's face.

The silver hair was spread out on the nautical table, and the doll blinked and met his eyes.

She is really beautiful, with a delicate and perfect face, even in the most weird circumstances, it seems that people can ignore the weirdness, and can't help admiring this beauty in their hearts.

But it's a pity that this guy is usually too harmonious to have passed a certain limit, so that while Duncan admired the other party's beautiful appearance, he was more regretful in his heart why she had opened her mouth...

"Is there anything uncomfortable?"

"No, no, no, just a little, a little itchy, but very... very light." Alice stammered.

Then she quieted down, and even the goat's head next to her was miraculously quiet, only the slight sound of the scraper rubbing in the room, and the soft sound of the waves coming from the window.

After an unknown amount of time, Alice suddenly opened her mouth again.

She stammered, with a little hesitation and a rare sense of loss in her tone: "Ship, boat, captain, am I, am I, stupid?"

Duncan stopped suddenly.

He was amazed that this puppet could still have such self-awareness and mind.

But then he just shook his head expressionlessly: "Why do you suddenly feel this?"

"I, I, I always learn, can't learn what you teach, teach, and always, always, always mess things up and waste your, your time."

Duncan was silent for a moment, then raised the scraper in his hand again.

"I don't think you're wasting my time," he said flatly, "Besides, you're really a bit stupid."

"Yes, this, this, this."

"But it's okay. Everyone has their own good and bad things. Everyone is just a little bit 'stupid' in the areas they are not good at, and you may just be a little bit more bad at areas." Duncan glanced at Ellie Si's eyes, "Do you care about this?"

"I, I, I don't know, I haven't thought, thought, thought about it, but I worry, worry, worry that it will drag, drag, drag you..."

"Then put away these useless worries and just continue to live happily." Duncan shook his head. "If you encounter something you can't learn, then learn it a few times."

"Then, then, will you teach me a few, many, many times?"

"...if I have time."

Alice blinked, as if thinking for a while, and slowly laughed.

"hey-hey……"

Hearing this signature laughter, Duncan couldn't help but smile a little, then picked up a brush and a soft cloth to clean up the scraped dry glue debris.

And at this moment, a distant and clear calling suddenly appeared in his mind.

It was Morris' voice.

(The fever is gone, the pain in the whole body has subsided, the throat still hurts, I can't sit for a long time, I'm tired, because I can't rest well, I feel groggy all day... The good news is that it is really getting better.)
(End of this chapter)