Frost, in the domed office of the city-state governor, Tirian was standing in front of the mirror, carefully arranging the medals and ribbons on his chest.
The one-eyed face is still cold and even a little scary, but the brand-new consul uniform and those shiny medals have transformed this coldness into a trustworthy majesty to a certain extent - at this moment, the city is A dignified consul is needed.
Tirian breathed a sigh of relief and turned to look at the other side of the dome office. The two immortal sailors were hanging the new city-state flag on the wall. Next to the flag, a line of powerful words was still as deep as it was half a century ago. Deep beside the gate: "Let as many people as possible survive."
Tirui looked at the words quietly. After a long time, he nodded slightly and walked towards the large desk not far away. There was still a short period of time before the formal event started. He could still take advantage of this time to reminisce. After sorting out the processes to be carried out later, or calming down, the complex lens group placed on the table started to operate on its own, and the surface of the crystal ball in the center of the lens group glowed slightly.
Lucretia's figure emerged from the dim light and looked Tirian up and down. "This dress suits you very well." said the "Sea Witch" in a black dress.
"It matches the eyepatch very well." Tirian tugged on the button near Jie's collar and glanced sideways at the sister in the crystal ball: "Are you here specifically to tease me?"
"I'm complimenting you from the bottom of my heart." Lucretia said with a serious face. You haven't maintained your image so seriously in many years. The pirate's rough and deliberately frightening look doesn't suit you at all.
"I may have to maintain this image for a long time in the future, until a more suitable consul appears or my father has other arrangements." Tirian paused after saying this, "Sooner or later, I will miss those free drinking days. Yuko’s.”
"At least not today." Lucretia said with a smile on her lips. How about being sworn in as the consul of a city-state? How does it feel? I heard that you will also take a car tour in the future to show yourself to the citizens. them?
The purpose of the patrol is to calm people's hearts and make people believe that order has been re-established and that there are still people at the top of the city-state who are taking responsibility. Although I don't like this link very much, it is necessary. "As for what it's like to be an Archon," Tire said.
He paused for a moment, shook his head and continued: "I don't feel anything, because the handover of work in the Government Affairs Department and the construction of the team have already been carried out. I have been busy as a consul until now. Today's so-called inauguration ceremony of Fuzhe is just It’s just a public process.”
"Yeah?"
Then I wish you a smooth process, brother. Lucretia laughed and suddenly called out using the title they used when they were children many, many years ago. Then she paused briefly and said with a serious expression, "About father's instructions. How are you preparing for the matter?"
"I have drafted several secret letters to be sent to other city-states, but the specific details still need to be worked out - to convey a warning, to make them aware of the seriousness of the situation, and to avoid ambiguity to prevent other city-states from having unnecessary or unnecessary consequences. An overreaction, Dan Bai said that this kind of paperwork is much more difficult than leading a fleet to fight against the Children of the Deep Sea or other pirates."
If you ask me, you should make the matter clearer and more serious. Anyway, those who can become consuls are smart people. At least they should have enough smart people under them. They know how to deal with it. You are just giving them tips. After waking up, she was not teaching them how to set up an early warning mechanism like a nanny. Lucretia said casually, "I'm ready to contact the Explorers Association - ha, I don't know how they will react then."
"From the Homeless Fleet, a warning to the entire literary alliance world."
Tirian said with emotion in his tone, "The last time something similar happened was a century ago."
"Yes, when my father first discovered that the border collapse occurred in the 'Inner Border'."
Lucretia spoke faintly, I still remember the church bells ringing at that time, and newspapers in every city-state were discussing the warning from the great adventurer Duncan Abnormar.
"After so many years, he once again looked at the 'border' of the world, and history seemed to have returned to its origin---perhaps in a sense, the Lost Home has never strayed, and its century in subspace was just Some kind of voyage in a wider dimension that we cannot yet understand, and now it comes back, with the glory of a new route, like the sentences left by the mad poet Pullman.
They could go straight in one direction until they rounded the back of the world and returned to the world at an amazing angle. Tirian softly recited this absurd poem famous in history, and slowly stepped out from behind his desk. Standing up, the sound of the band could be heard faintly outside the dome office, and the sound of footsteps could be heard from the direction of the corridor - it was time for the city to meet its new governor.
"Come on, brother. And don't forget my spiritual lens."
"Don't worry, I'll remember this time."
The cold wind blew through the sparse trees beside the road, through the dark carved fence, through the silent tombstones and the empty morgues on both sides of the path, and finally gradually dissipated deep in the cemetery, where two figures were walking slowly Crossing the path in the garden, a figure was extremely tall and burly, wearing a pure black coat and a similarly pure black wide-brimmed hat. The skin outside the clothes was covered with layers of hair, making it intimidating to look at.
The other person was wearing a simple black dress like a nun, with her eyes covered and her beige hair spread down.
I thought you would attend the inauguration ceremony of Archon Tirian, even in this incarnation. Agatha walked slowly forward with Deng Bei, while whispering, "I will arrange a suitable position for you and Not difficult."
"If I don't show up, he's in good condition. If I do show up, he might become nervous." Duncan said, "After that, the motorcade passes by here, and I just say hello to him from a distance."
As he spoke, he raised his head and looked at the rather deserted cemetery path and the empty morgues on both sides of the path!
I really miss this place. In my memory...it used to be full of coffins.
"In special times, we had to temporarily change the process of sending souls. During this period, the corpses must be sent to the incinerator as soon as possible. The silent monks comforted and bid farewell to them directly by the furnace, and the cemetery seemed quiet.
Duncan hummed, and then when he was about to reach the end of the path, he suddenly stopped. The simple caretaker's hut appeared in front of him. In front of the hut, there was a special guest, a twelve-year-old girl. Wearing a thick white winter coat and a furry hat, he looked like a tightly wrapped snowball.
Busy in front of the caretaker's hut, holding a big broom almost as tall as himself, working hard to clear the snow in front of the house.
"Is that Anne?"
Duncan tilted his head slightly and asked softly.
"It's her. Except for the first few days of martial law, she would come here every day during the school break." Agatha said softly.
"The caretaker here is no longer here, and a new caretaker has not yet been arranged. The cemetery is temporarily managed by the nearest church. It doesn't hurt to have her here, so the church has tacitly allowed her to come and go here at will."
"Do you also have your tacit approval?"
"Um..."
The girl sweeping snow in front of the hut finally noticed the movement in the direction of the trail. She turned her head and looked at the two figures who appeared not far away in surprise. After being stunned for a few seconds, she threw the broom aside and ran over happily. , "Sister Gatekeeper, and Uncle Duncan."
Anne happily greeted the two acquaintances in front of her, but as soon as she finished shouting, she seemed to suddenly remember something. She quickly stood up straight again and looked at Agatha: "Mom said, call the gatekeeper, or the archbishop... "
"It doesn't matter, just call me whatever you like."
Agatha laughed, reached out and pressed Anne's hat, "Is it cold?"
"It's not cold," Anne shook her head, and then she grabbed Agatha's hand and pointed to the cabin not far away with her other hand.
"Your hands are too cold. Go inside and warm yourself by the fire. I also made herbal tea."
Agatha subconsciously wanted to refuse, but she saw that Duncan was already walking towards the hut. She was surprised for a moment and could only follow him. In the neat and simple caretaker's room, a fire was burning and firewood was burning. There was a crackling sound in the hearth, and steam was rising from the samovar next to it. The steam was carrying the fragrance and bitterness of herbs. Anne poured two cups of hot tea and put the warm cups into the hands of Duncan and Agatha: "This is for It has been prepared by the patrolling church guards. They will be here shortly. If you don’t want to drink, you might as well warm your hands.”
It seemed that the girl only realized belatedly that the 'gatekeeper sister' in front of her was already a corpse.
Agatha didn't pay attention, she said thank you.
The cup in his hand was gradually getting hot.
"Is it warmer?" Anne asked again, it was cold, the whole world was cold, the teacup was cold and so was the fire. Agatha smiled gently: "It's much warmer."
Then, she noticed Duncan looking around from time to time.
"What are you looking at?" she asked him confused.
"I thought, this would be a good place to settle."
Duncan retracted his gaze from looking around the room and said to Arusha, "After all, if it is only used to house one incarnation, a house like the one on Wooden Street seems a bit wasteful."
Agatha was stunned for a moment, then she gradually came to her senses, a look of surprise appeared on her face: "You...could it be..."
"The Lost Home will continue its voyage, and my incarnation in the city also needs a place to stay."
Duncan said calmly, "Don't worry about new guards. This can save you a lot of time!"
