Vision 001 has risen from the sea of blood since the disappearance of the ancient kingdom of Crete, replacing the sun of the old era and shining on the world of the Deep Sea Age.
For ten thousand years, this huge light body has been running like eternity, not only bringing light and heat to the world, but also bringing stable order during the day - without it, there would be no city-state civilization today, or even The entire world will be shrouded in the terrifying eternal night, and the mortal beings who have lost the protection of the ancient kingdom of Crete may have quietly disappeared in some ancient years.
No one would have thought that Vision 001 would have problems one day, just like no one had considered whether the Infinite Sea would dry up one day.
However, it now seems that this "eternal" sun is not really eternal.
First, the sunrise was delayed by fifteen minutes, and then there was the gap in the rune circle that was almost indistinguishable to the naked eye... These disturbing information all illustrate one thing: Vision 001's lifespan is actually limited!
Duncan stood next to the display window, silently watching the bright skylight illuminate the street, but the complicated thoughts in his mind were surging like a storm.
I am definitely not the only one who noticed the strange changes in 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 changes 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 believers, those cultists who worshiped the ancient real sun... They kept talking about the vision in the sky all day long, that 001 was a sinful "pseudo sun", and talked about the sun one day. Falling... Do they know there is really something wrong with the sun?
In other words, are the changes in Vision 001 really related to the Sun Cultists and the Sun Descendants behind them?
To be fair, Duncan doesn't really think much of those Sun Cultists, because in his eyes, whether they are ordinary cultists or the slightly more powerful Sun Heirs, they are all the same, and they are easy-to-use things, but the Puland City-State The fire reminded him that ordinary cultists may be nothing, but the "Creep Sun" behind them has a very high status. In addition, there is a group of elusive final preachers who are muddying the waters, as well as historical pollution, etc. , 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 Vanna if he had the opportunity - the other party was a senior member of the church, and should be very aware of the church's trends, and he could discuss the sun with her.
By the way, you can also show your friendly attitude and concern for the security of the city-state.
Of course, remember to knock on the door next time you go by.
While Duncan was thinking this, he paid some attention to the situation at the cathedral, and then suddenly froze.
He sensed that Tirian had left the cathedral and... was moving south of Uptown.
After roughly confirming Tirian's direction, Duncan frowned slightly.
He thought of another thing in his plan.
After thinking for a moment, he raised his head and looked towards the counter.
Alice was lying next to Shirley, grabbing a pencil and writing something very, very seriously on the white paper.
At this time, bright sunlight was shining through the glass windows of the antique store, over the quaint furnishings on the shelves, and shining into the store. The sunlight fell on the shoulders of the blond doll, as if it had coated Alice with a warm and soft luster. It fell on the counter and the tip of the puppet's pen, bringing an indescribable soft and mysterious atmosphere to the whole picture.
If this is an oil painting, then this oil painting should have a name - a beautiful doll writing quietly in the warm afternoon sun.
Even Duncan was a little dazed by this perfect scene of light and shadow. Then he stepped forward and took a look, and saw that Alice was writing an unknown letter seriously - God knows where she started writing the wrong letter, 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 raised the white paper to Duncan: "Mr. Duncan, please read what I wrote~"
Duncan: "..."
He held it in for a long time, looking at Alice's simple and happy smile, with the oil painting-like impression of the scene just now remaining in his mind. In the end, he still couldn't express his doubts directly, and could only nod his head with a sullen face: "Yes... …progress."
Although I can't tell what it is writing at all.
Alice was very happy. She seemed to only need this compliment. Then she looked into Duncan's eyes curiously: "Do you have any orders?"
Duncan was stunned for a moment: "How do you know I have something for you to do?"
"You always look like this when you are told something," 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 somewhere, go with Ai Yi," Duncan adjusted his expression, looked at Alice's heartless smile, and thought of what he had to do, he felt a lot more relaxed unknowingly, "Put a People are brought here.”
"Led... here?" Alice looked confused, "What does 'luding' here mean? Do you need to knock her out and tie her up?"
"Where did you learn this from?!" Duncan immediately glared at the puppet, "Follow me, I'll tell you how to do it..."
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This city has indeed changed a lot compared to a hundred years ago.
Electrical wiring, new models of gas streetlights, smoother and wider streets, taller buildings, countless factories and pipelines - scholars and engineers brought the power that could push civilization forward, and this power allowed city-states to Changes are taking place at a speed far faster than before, and this change...even makes Tirian, who has seen many ups and downs, feel a sense of wonder.
But there are some things in this city-state that are still vaguely as he remembers them.
After getting out of the car, thanking and saying goodbye to the church personnel who accompanied him, Tirian walked with the few sailors he brought from the Sea Mist on the streets on the edge of the upper city of Prand, looking at the strange but strange people on both sides. There were some familiar roads and shops, and there was a look of reminiscence on his face.
"Captain," a sailor looked at his boss curiously, "what are we here for?"
"A shop," Tirian said casually, his eyes constantly searching among the street-facing buildings with a strong central city-state style, "a doll shop, with a sign that has some elf style."
"Dolls?" The sailor was a little surprised, "Do you still like this?"
Tirian silently glanced at his men: "I have my reasons."
Another sailor next to him saw this and came over: "Captain, why don't you silence him first... You don't have to worry about silencing a few of us. You can clean us up after you finish shopping..."
"...I kind of regret taking you with me."
Several sailors laughed happily, and while they were joking, their eyes were scanning the nearby buildings, looking for the shop that matched the captain's description.
Tirian shook his head and looked at the subordinates he brought with him helplessly.
Outside of battle, he got along with his subordinates like this - it would be hard for the world to imagine that the legendary "Iron Vice Admiral" would be such a peaceful person among his subordinates, but Tirian himself Know why.
These people have been with him for half a century - no friendship in the world can exceed this kind of loyalty and trust that lasts for half a century.
At this moment, a sailor's voice suddenly came from the side, interrupting Tirian's thoughts.
"Captain, do you think it's that one? That dollhouse across the street... the name is quite unique."
Tirian looked up and immediately saw a familiar name among a bunch of old shops on the street: Rose Doll Museum.
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 has remained the same - nostalgic elves rarely change the names of their shops easily, even if they live in a rapidly changing human city-state.
Tirian suddenly felt a little dazed, and yellowed memories emerged in his heart. He seemed to have seen that afternoon a long time ago, when his father went to the port to do business, and he took his young sister and sneaked out of the house. The brother and sister were in the bustling city. I was dizzy while walking around the city, until I ran into the store in a daze...
Then she spent the change stolen from her father's money box neatly and neatly there - my sister gained a whole day of happiness, and she... seemed to have lost track of whether she had been beaten.
In any case, it was a rare fragment of pure warmth in Tirian's century-long cold memories.
"That's it," the big pirate said softly, "'Doll Hall' is an elf-style naming method, which refers to the doll shop."
With that said, he walked towards the store that seemed to occupy a special corner in his memory.
(It’s time to recommend a book. This time it’s "Dragon Clan: Digging the Corner of Kassel Begins" from Jinghai Cangmeng. A fellow Dragon Clan member, he walks into a different Dragon Clan, creates dungeons and doomsdays, and takes the ship girl and machine girl to fight with the students. Explode this god and destiny!)
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