There was a slight storm on the sea.
The cold night wind blew across the sea, and the undulating waves slapped the solid hull of the Lost Home in layers. However, this huge ship still maintained a stable posture, as if ignoring the wind and waves, it continued to move towards the ship at full speed. Sailing North.
The translucent spirit sail was raised high in the night, and there were occasional creaking and tight sounds between the cables and the mast. This living ghost ship sighed happily in the wind and waves, and the new members on the ship seemed a little a little bit at this moment. Preoccupied.
Vanna learned from Duncan the truth about the Frost Rebellion half a century ago, the extremely bizarre Abyss Plan, and the fact that today, half a century later, that terrible plan is still going on. The slightest shadow.
Compared with the devastating fires that Plande had encountered, the Abyss Project in Frost was a horrific disaster on another level - dark, cold, invisible and terrifying things in the abyss. The disaster may be about to happen, or it may have already happened, or it may even be over, but in the cold night, no sound can describe the outline of the invisible terror.
The Black Sun incident in Purland was a blazing and dazzling war, but what happened under the frosty abyss was a silent and twisted nightmare.
"According to Tirian, the Submerged Abyss Project has ended, and all the subsequent effects of that year have ended with the death of the Frost Queen. But in fact, we have no evidence to prove that a certain extraordinary phenomenon under the frost is really true. has stopped running - we don't even know what it is, and the whole thing is completely shrouded in fog from beginning to end. And now Maurice has received another letter from Frost, that letter The letter was a signal that something wrong was going on in that northern city-state."
Duncan's deep voice sounded in the night wind, and then he paused for a moment, then suddenly turned to look at Vanna: "Has Helena told you about the 'strange movement' in the northern seas?"
"His Majesty the Pope?" Fanna was stunned for a moment and shook her head slightly, "She didn't say that. She only said that I should take the Lost Home, but she didn't actually tell me what I should do."
"Didn't she say..." Duncan muttered softly, but did not stop on the topic, "Then don't think so much. Just adapt to life on the ship. Don't worry, I won't embarrass you. Mission."
He raised his head and glanced at the deep night and the mist on the boundless sea in the distance.
"It's very late at night, so it's best not to blow too much cold wind on the deck - the sea breeze at night is not very friendly to the body and mind."
Vanna glanced at Duncan in surprise - she often showed such surprised looks throughout the day - and then nodded belatedly: "Ah, okay, thank you."
As she spoke, she groped around on her body and took out a small piece of wood from her shirt pocket - it was a wave amulet carved from sea breath wood. She put the amulet to her mouth and prayed softly. After a few words, he threw it into the sea outside the ship's side.
Duncan looked at Vanna's actions curiously: "What are you doing?"
"That's a wave amulet carved from sea breath wood by myself. Followers of the Storm Goddess pray in this way when they go to sea," Fanna explained casually. "Sea breath wood is considered to be the favorite thing of the Storm Goddess. Throwing the talisman into the sea symbolizes the ancient act of sacrifice, and praying while throwing the talisman makes it easier to establish a connection with the goddess."
Speaking of this, she suddenly stopped, and then hesitated: "Do you mind these behaviors?"
"Ah, of course I don't mind. As I said, the atmosphere on the Lost Home is more relaxed than you think," Duncan immediately smiled and shook his head, "Maurice usually prays to the God of Wisdom."
With that said, he waved to Vanna, turned around and slowly walked towards the direction of the captain's room: "I'm going back first, you can rest early."
The sound of the undulating waves was heard. Vanna watched the tall figure getting further and further away. Suddenly, she seemed to remember something and shouted behind Duncan: "Captain!"
Duncan stopped and didn't look back: "Is there anything else?"
Fanna opened her mouth, hesitated for two or three seconds before finally speaking: "I apologize to you - because of my recklessness..."
"I don't care." Duncan said casually, then waved his hand and walked away without looking back.
Vanna was still standing on the deck, seemingly distracted.
Behind her, in the turbulent sea, the wave amulet carved from sea breath wood had been tossed up and down by the waves for a long time. It was only at this moment that it was suddenly caught by a cluster of waves and was swept into the depths of the sea in an instant. at.
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In the captain's room, the goat head raised its head creakingly and looked at Duncan who was walking into the room: "Ah, captain, have you finished comforting the new crew members? Today is really an incredible day. A tall man who follows the storm goddess The high-ranking priests have become your crew members, which can also be regarded as some kind of trophy, I think..."
Duncan raised his eyelids and glanced at the goat head: "Next time, you say that in front of Vanna."
"...can't beat it."
"Then don't talk nonsense," Duncan said casually, looking down at the chart as he passed by, "Where are we now? What's the situation with the Seamist now?"
"The Sea Fog is still sailing at full speed, but it has made two slight adjustments to its course not long ago. Judging from its position, it may have been close to the secret homeport of the Sea Fog Fleet," Goat Head immediately replied, "We should be able to do it before early morning Entering the Cold Sea, and then sailing north for four to five days, we can reach the vicinity of Frost...Should we drive directly there, or should we operate covertly in the nearby waters?"
"Don't be exposed for the time being," Duncan said, "I don't plan to have 'enthusiastic contact' with Frost's city-state guards yet."
"Yes, Captain."
Duncan thought for a while and said: "In addition, after the Sea Fog stops, we can go over and take a look - to investigate the location and surrounding environment of Tirian's secret port without being exposed. It shouldn’t be difficult for the Homeless Man lurking in the spirit world.”
"Ah, of course, it's easy," Goat Head agreed immediately, "But... what do you want to do to investigate that secret port?"
"If something really happens to Hanshuang, and it's related to the secrets under the abyss, I think Tirian will take action. Staring at him is equivalent to staring at Hanshuang. If the conditions there are right, Let’s lurk near the Seamist.”
The goat head immediately responded: "Understood."
Duncan nodded and walked towards his dormitory.
"I'm going to try to 'explore' the situation in the direction of the frost. If it's not necessary, don't disturb me."
"Yes, Captain!"
The bedroom door closed behind me.
Duncan exhaled softly, sat down at the table, and moved his slightly stiff shoulders and neck.
Ai Yi, who was resting by the window with his eyes closed, woke up with a start. He fluttered his wings and jumped onto the table. He tilted his head and looked at his master: "Are you going to be a top or stay in a hotel?"
Duncan glanced at the pigeon: "Walking in the spirit world."
After the words fell, the brass compass hanging on Ai's chest opened with a "snap", and green flames rose from the compass. In the blink of an eye, the scene in Duncan's field of vision had changed!
He once again came to the space filled with countless stars and lines, boundless and chaotic darkness.
Ai's figure emerged from the darkness, and the skeleton bird wrapped in spiritual fire circled and danced around him.
But he did not immediately move his position or touch a cluster of nearby stars. Instead, he calmed down and carefully observed the lights flashing in his field of vision, sensing the faint aura revealed in those lights.
Sure enough... as the Lost Home continued to move away from Pland and closer to Frost, the starlight he saw in this space also changed!
Duncan raised his head and sensed his body in Pland. He followed the sense and looked into the depths of the darkness. What he saw was a hazy light spot in the far distance.
He looked away from the distance again and looked at the bright "stars" twinkling in front of him.
After thinking for a moment, he approached some of the light spots and cautiously touched a few of them.
He did not directly occupy the bodies represented by these light spots, but in this way read the shallow information behind the light spots - emotions, perceptions, and even fragmented superficial consciousness.
Cold, tension, fuel prices, steam supplies, town hall, frost...
After touching a few points of light, Duncan took back his will.
Continuing to touch these light spots representing "living people" may cause a large-scale panic, which may then attract the attention of the city-state defender. He does not want to deal with a strange church yet.
The information that we have come across so far is enough - just from the information read from those few light spots, we can already confirm that this star is the residents of Frost.
At least part of it.
Duncan's eyes swept across the dazzling starlight, looking for individuals whose light was dim, weak, and lifeless.
He needs a body with destiny to act as an outpost for gathering information.
After a moment, an unusually flickering light suddenly caught his eye.
"You are the one!"
(End of chapter)
