Aiden jumped down from the high platform,
Arriving in front of his captain, after noticing that the captain's expression was particularly solemn, his expression immediately became serious.
"Captain, what happened?"
"It's an invitation I can't refuse," Tirian looked around, then sighed, "I may have to leave here tomorrow or the day after tomorrow."
Aiden's eyes suddenly widened: "A message was sent to the island? Just now? And... How come there is an invitation on this cold sea that you can't refuse?"
Tirian sighed again: "...It's my father."
Aiden blinked and held it in for a long time: "...how long have you been away for approximately?"
"We should be back soon, in a day or two," Tirian didn't pay attention to the subtle change in the first officer's tone. He had many thoughts in his mind right now, and he really didn't have the extra energy to say anything else. "There will be a messenger coming to the port area." , pick me up and take me to the Lost Home, don’t announce this to the public for the time being, you can coordinate everything while I disappear.”
Aiden immediately bowed his head and accepted the order: "Yes, Captain."
Then the first mate paused for two seconds, seemingly hesitant, and then couldn't help but look around, then came closer and muttered to Tirian: "Is he...is he around here?"
Tirian thought for a moment and patted Aiden on the shoulder: "The Homeless is hidden in the fog around us."
More colors emerged on his body, and more solid details appeared on his originally illusory and undulating mist-like body surface.
He knew what his captain was worried about.
The other large number of sailors are the real "original backbone" of "Iron Vice Admiral" Tirian: they are members of the fleet that once lost their homeland.
More and more memories began to surface in the depths of this soul.
However, the majestic gatekeeper just lowered his head and looked at the soul at the door quietly for a moment, then moved slightly to the side: "Please come in, your debt has been cleared."
Suddenly, the figure stopped at the end of the road.
The Sea Mist Fleet is huge, and except for a few special people who are bribed or hired through contracts as peripheral members, most of the members of this fleet are "undead" like themselves, and these undead sailors are simply In fact, it is divided into two groups
"Yes," the gatekeeper spoke, and a hoarse and low voice came from the bandage, "I am just the messenger."
It seemed that the individuals that had been torn and separated from him were now returning to their correct positions one by one.
In half a century of endless battles and constant confrontations with the rebels, death and the cursed power of the Sea Mist itself gradually turned them into the "immortal sailors" they are today, and became the Sea Mist Fleet. a part of.
He raised his head and continued walking forward.
Duncan Abnomar is their "old captain". They have witnessed the transformation and fall of the Homeless, and have personally experienced the ups and downs of this century. They once followed Tirian to serve Aiden, and watched Aiden. The world was turned upside down in the drastic changes - these sailors who had been loyal for a century were called "First Period", and those who had been loyal for half a century were called "Second Period".
Aiden immediately lowered his head: "Yes, Captain."
"...Captain, I have stopped breathing for so many years, and today I finally feel cold again. What do you mean?" The first mate Wei Xiong's voice was obviously cautious, "Are you sure that the old captain... is just looking for you?" Do you want to meet me?"
A tall figure suddenly appeared in front of the door, blocking his way.
Include details of your own death.
What delayed his journey? Let yourself just keep trekking in this wilderness?
A century of experience has allowed Duncan to see many things hidden beneath the surface.
He gradually gained a face. She was a middle-aged woman with white hair.
His tone was a little sad: "I'm not qualified to step through that door, am I?"
A suit of clothes appeared on this humanoid white mist, which was the uniform of a voyager.
Christo looked at this "giant" who was almost three meters tall with some fear. The memories of his time as a living person came up, allowing him to regain the ability to talk to people: "Are you... the master of death?"
"I don't know, and I don't want to know, but my intuition tells me that this journey shouldn't be dangerous," Tirian said in a low voice, then looked back in the direction of the square, looking at these people who still refused to disperse and were preparing to party until the day The sailors who came out turned to look at the first mate again, "But other sailors may not think so, you know what I mean."
A large part of them are members of the post-Ayden navy. These soldiers who were once loyal to the Frost Queen were originally ordinary people. It was after the Frost Rebellion that these loyalists who still insisted on staying in the team were gradually transformed into What it looks like now.
"...The dancers in Cold Harbor are indeed passionate and unrestrained - their personalities are very passionate and their aesthetics are quite unrestrained."
Christo Barberi raised his head in astonishment and saw that he had walked onto an avenue at some point. On both sides of the avenue were ancient stone pillars standing silently. At the end of the road, there was an extremely tall, magnificent building with simple and complicated patterns. The door is standing out of thin air.
The empty black shadow looked down at himself and saw that some colors seemed to appear on his hazy body.
"The Homeless Ship is nearby. It's better not to let ordinary people get close to this island recently." Tirian shook his head and carefully found an excuse. After all, "my father was shocked" was too embarrassing to say out loud. Then he paused and added, "But your previous sentence reminded me, if you just send it back like that, this mean Scimitar Martin might scold these boys... Turn around and I will Write a letter and give it to the dancer’s foreman.”
At this moment, Tirian's voice came again, interrupting Wei Xiong's thinking: "Let's send the dancers back to Cold Harbor early tomorrow morning."
Tirian silently looked at the first mate's shiny head.
This hazy and empty black figure was thinking, but soon this intermittent thought was swallowed up by a larger hole, leaving him to only continue to move forward according to instinct.
Listening to the captain's solemn words, Aiden nodded slowly.
The Homeless Ship and "Captain Duncan" have different meanings in the eyes of the two groups of sailors. When the same news is put in front of them, the reactions triggered are also uncontrollable.
He recalled more things.
Darkness, loneliness, silence.
He's the gatekeeper here.
Did you trip over something? Or was you hit by something invisible?
A hollow shadow trudged across the wilderness.
Therefore, until the matter is unclear and the situation is ensured to be controllable, the news that the captain is heading to the Lost Home cannot be released - otherwise the island will definitely become a mess.
Just a strong impulse emerged from the heart of this soul - to pass through this door, to rest on the opposite side of this door.
He didn't know how long he had been trekking, nor did he know his name when he set out. He only remembered that he seemed to have set off a long, long time ago, and the superficial impression that remained at this time told him that he should have reached the end point long ago. It's time to rest in some peaceful place.
"Send them back tomorrow?" Aiden didn't know why the captain suddenly mentioned this, "Are you dissatisfied with them?"
The door was open, but the interior was always hazy, and it was impossible to see the slightest detail on the other side of the door.
His footsteps gradually became steady and heavy, and the rugged gravel beneath his feet became much more rugged at some point.
And now even Captain Tirian himself is not sure about the real status of the Homeless Ship and the "Old Captain", let alone whether this status is really stable for a long time.
However, just when he was about to touch the door, Christo stopped.
First the name, then the moment of death, then the dark youth, the tender and vague memories of childhood, and this tiny glimpse of infancy.
"Well," Tirian nodded, and then seemed to remember something, "By the way, when I came here just now, I saw a dancer stop and say something to you. Look at her at a loss...
···
What did she tell you? "
He trekked towards the end of the wilderness, and in the darkness, shadows of various sizes emerged from time to time, blending with him silently.
The endless desolate wilderness stretches as far as the eye can see in the darkness. There are no vegetation or animals in the wilderness. Only jagged rocks and strange ruins that have been weathered and decayed for countless years can be seen. They are crumbling and falling, eternally silent in the desolate atmosphere. There are also strange phantom lights that flash across the sky from time to time, floating in the darkness, often lighting up the wilderness, and often casting long, mottled and twisted shadows on the earth.
Visibly, he could see Aiden's muscles tightening little by little.
Aiden himself, and the half-baked old priest "Will" whose head was completely flattened, are all considered members of the "first period".
Aiden was a little embarrassed for a moment: "She said my hair style is very sexy..."
This is a watcher covered in bandages, wearing bright and complicated robes, a hood on his head, and holding a long staff in his hand.
The middle-aged man in the captain's uniform walked forward subconsciously. There was no one around him, but he seemed to feel that there were countless souls walking on this road at the same time, heading towards it. A door - there are dead people walking on the road every minute in this world, but in front of this lonely door of life and death, the souls can't seem to see each other. But suddenly, he staggered.
