Deep Sea Embers

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Shirley left with Agou who was still a little uneasy, and Vanna and Maurice also left. The cabin became quiet, leaving only Duncan, Alice and the dozing pigeon.

Alice was wiping the furnishings and windows in the room, while Duncan sat behind the table, lost in thought for a long time.

A creaking sound came from the table, and the goat-headed head slowly turned to Duncan: "Are you still thinking about Lachem, the God of Wisdom?"

"It's not the God of Wisdom - it's the gods." Duncan leaned back in his chair with a thoughtful expression on his face. "The gods... what kind of connection are they with this world?" "Who knows? Each sect's own scriptures depict them as the shapers and protectors of the earthly order, while many cultists believe the opposite. They believe that the gods have distorted the world and even stolen the credit for creation.

There is another novel explanation for what Morris saw in the 'Book of Blasphemy'. The forgotten kings mentioned in the book seem to be the current gods... Maybe these statements are wrong, but they are also Maybe they all have correct parts..." Goat Head said nonchalantly, and finally shook his head. "But if you ask me what I think, my opinion is... they don't seem to be of much use, neither can they make the world a better place. It's better, and nothing bad happened.

“But for most ordinary people in this world, the protection of the gods does exist.” Duncan said casually, “This kind of protection allows most mortals to survive.

"Alive - a way of saying to maintain the status quo," the goat head said slowly, "just like the state of frost in the past fifty years, before the balance was broken," no one knows how many shadows of disaster have accumulated under the balance.

But at least everyone is still alive. "Duncan was noncommittal about the goat's head. He just thought about it for a moment before speaking thoughtfully.

"Agou came into Lachem's sight as soon as he thought about it. There are many historical and famous examples of 'receiving divine favor'. The parties involved were suddenly noticed in daily life and established a connection with the four gods... …

So can we think that the four gods have established a 'monitoring' or 'scanning' system for all living beings in the world. They can confirm the operating status of the real world by sensing certain specific nodes. Does this actually explain their understanding of the real world? The interference and perception are actually indirect and limited. The orthodox sects will not like your approach. It sounds like they are studying some kind of machine and have no respect for the gods.

"Awe is the farthest distance from understanding. I don't want to be in awe of them, I just want to understand them." Duncan said lightly. “After all, we have helped them deal with their messes twice.

"Footsteps resounded in the long corridors of the cathedral, echoing rhythmically, as if tapping the time accumulated in this ancient building. Agatha, dressed in a black dress, walked towards the depths of the cathedral. There was no one beside her. With Suicong, only his own shadow accompanies this lifeless but still moving body. In the niches on both sides of the corridor, the light of gas lamps and candlesticks intersect, making the shadow cast on the ground look dim and dark. Shaking unsteadily. After returning to her room and closing the door, the archbishop and gatekeeper, who had seemed calm and calm all the way, suddenly seemed to relax and leaned back on the door panel, sighing. There is no need to breathe, but "sighing" is a manifestation of human nature. She is still used to using this method as a "symbol to relax." After all, she doesn't want to make herself... too like a corpse.

Order in the cathedral has been restored, and chapels in various parts of the city-state have gradually returned to normal. The tense mood in the city is still continuing. However, after the intervention of the Sea Fog Fleet, the chaos in various places, especially the public security cases, has been resolved. Quickly suppress.

On the other hand, although the distribution of supplies and the aftermath of the victims were still a mess, and serious manpower shortages still plagued every department, after the Sea Mist Fleet entered the city, "they "magically" came from all corners of the city-state. There, a large number of professionals with administrative management capabilities or understanding of the grassroots operations of the city-state were transported, and these people were arranged into the city hall. According to the feedback from the city hall, those people who were "recommended" by the Sea Fog Fleet, After getting familiar with and taking over the work of various departments at an astonishing speed, it will probably only take a few more days of familiarity, and the problem of shortage of manpower everywhere will be greatly alleviated.

At the same time, the public opinion preparation required for the Sea Mist Fleet to enter the city and the personal propaganda work against General Tirian Abnomar are also continuing to advance. The reorganization and reorganization of the city-state's remaining navy and the Sea Mist Fleet has also begun; the new consul There has yet to be a formal inauguration ceremony, but the city is already falling under his control with alarming speed. This was once a development that Frostbite officials would only imagine in their nightmares, but for Frostbite now... it's all a good thing.

Agatha could finally relax a little. The body will not be tired, but her spirit still needs to breathe a sigh of relief; after staying against the door for a few minutes, Agatha shook her head, slowly came to her dressing table, sat down and rested, the mirror of the dressing table Her figure was reflected in the middle, and the feeling of being watched made Agatha raise her head suddenly.

There was no one else in the room, and she didn't feel any strange atmosphere. However, the feeling of being watched was by no means an illusion. The blindfolded man raised his head and carefully felt any movement and breath around him. As she moved, her "eyes" slowly swept around and then across the mirror on the dressing table. The lifeless furnishings in the room showed various vague and dim outlines in her field of vision, exuding an aura as cold as a tomb. . However, the feeling of being watched disappeared in the next second, and the figure in the mirror shifted his gaze.

Agatha suddenly stopped in front of the dressing table. She seemed to notice something. After a brief hesitation, she slowly raised her arm and stretched out her hand towards the mirror in front of her. A cold and hard touch came. There was a layer of lifeless glass, and the figure in the mirror hesitated. After hesitating for an unknown amount of time, she raised her arm and stretched out her fingers. The feeling of touching her fingertips suddenly came, accompanied by a little warmth;

The next moment, a new light and shadow appeared in Agatha's chaotic and dark vision - a hazy outline with a shimmering light suddenly appeared in the lifeless mirror. They] faced each other quietly through the mirror, and the room fell into a brief silence.

After a long time, Agatha in front of the mirror suddenly broke the silence: "You are there?" There was a trace of hesitation in her voice.

"Well," a voice seemed to really penetrate into her mind.

"I'm here. When will you show up?"

"The key," the voice in Agatha's head said quietly.

“I’ve been there since you got that key.

"Agatha didn't speak for a while. This feeling was...weird, because she could clearly realize that the voice in her mind was her own voice, and she could even feel some of the emotions revealed by that voice when it spoke. , yet she could clearly realize that the person she was talking to was another individual. It was not an illusion in her mind, not a personality formed by schizophrenia, or some kind of "appendage" to herself.

Unbelievable, "Unbelievable," she said in the mirror, "If you have to say it, the symptoms are a bit like schizophrenia, but obviously no matter how brilliant a psychiatrist is, I'm afraid he can't solve this problem." Don't add more trouble to the psychiatrists in the city-state. Trouble, they have all been in trouble recently." Agatha suddenly raised her hand and rubbed her eyebrows. This feeling of talking to her "other self" had never been felt before. During the conversation, she always felt that she could not tell what was going on. There was an illusion that one was "herself". Although no cognitive confusion actually occurred, she couldn't help but stop and sort out her thoughts.

After a while, she raised her head and "looked" at herself in the mirror. "That key... preserved your soul," and then used it as a medium to send you to me..." she said. I'm a little stuck, as if I don't know how to describe my state at the moment. The shadow in front of me... is it in my mind or in my perception? It's just a psychological projection.

"I don't know either," came the voice in my head, "I don't know if I have a soul, nor do I know the details of this process, nor do I know how the key realizes all of this - my consciousness. Time is in a state of chaos, and I have only woken up in the past two days." Then, the voice hesitated for a moment, and continued after a few seconds: "Now it seems that the key should have the power to store and transfer memories, but probably Only the Frost Queen herself knows all its secrets."

Frost Girl..." Agatha muttered, as if talking to herself, "It seems that it is necessary to tell the boat about this situation, but in theory we should report it to the Death Temple headquarters first," Agatha in the mirror reminded , Agatha in front of the mirror was slightly startled when she heard this. The expression on her face changed, and she said hesitantly: "It seems...that is indeed the case." But the Death Temple is currently cruising, and at the farthest end of the civilized territory, I'm afraid not There must be time to pay attention to such private matters," she said... paused and looked up at the mirror.

"What do you think? Agatha thought about it in the mirror. Thoughts and memories flowed slowly between them, and cognition and emotion reflected each other on both sides of the mirror. A faint green fire appeared in Agatha's eyes in the mirror. I also felt Chuan Chang should be told - he obviously has a lot of experience regarding mirrors.