For the "fake Agatha" who was born from the mirror image, her life was split into two distinct parts. One part was warm, bright, and fulfilling, and contained all her love, hate, and ties to the world~~Essence The first part was just a lie fabricated and fed into her mind, and the other part lasted only three days, full of stress, exhaustion, pain, and the ultimate relief of dying, but that was the only memory that truly belonged to her~ And now ,go
The dead return to the world, and the counterfeit has a chance to continue its journey.
The problem before her is that the former is sentimental, but she is destined to get nothing. After a long time, all regrets will turn into resentment. The latter is real but thin, and her pale and short life is not enough for her to be the one she wants. A complete "person" survives.
Duncan gave her a reminder before this destined to be difficult disagreement, and after a long period of thinking, she came to the conclusion that leaving and frost, the dark and cold deep sea was terrifying, and the "dive" process It made her discover for the first time that there was another possibility in "life"~~ just like what Chuanchi described to her in the submersible.
We are groping forward in an endless darkness. Civilization itself is just a delicate and fragile sampan. The lights illuminate the surroundings of the sampan. We use the crude wisdom of mortals to try to understand the glimpses that emerge in the darkness. To guess. What the world looks like.
"Most people can only huddle in a safe corner of the sampan throughout their lives, but there is always someone who is responsible for holding the light on the bow and looking into the distance.
This is a road destined to move forward forever, because the unknown is a one-way concept~ Maybe I can give it a try.
"Agatha in the mirror said with a calm expression. The black clothes on her body that represented the identity of the gatekeeper had quietly changed at some point, turning into a set of clothes that looked like a sea adventurer.
It was somewhat like Martha's outfit, but there were still some traces of the Church of Death. She raised her hand and took off the hat that symbolized the clergy, letting her shaggy hair fall down, and the bandages covering her whole body, It also slowly faded away~~ She raised her head~~ looked at Duncan and showed a smile. Fake has no real past~~ but I can have a real future.
Let those precious memories lie quietly in the past, so that at least when I recall them in the future, they will still be bright and warm, and will not be stained by the weaknesses of human nature.
This outfit was designed by Martha for me. What do you think?
Duncan looked at Agatha in the mirror, and after a long time he nodded seriously, "It's appropriate~"
"Do you think I need to change my name again?" Agatha said again.
If you plan to embark on a new path from now on, shouldn't you make some changes starting with your name?
Duncan was silent for a long time this time, but after thinking for a long time, he still shook his head: "No need~ I think it's fine if you still call me Agatha~"
"Why?"
"Because I'm used to my name, so it's inconvenient to change my name~"
Duncan replied casually.
"I can tell 'you' apart anyway."
'You' yourself can also tell each other apart.
Agatha in the mirror took a deep look at Duncan: "This doesn't seem to be your real answer, but it's enough to convince me. I happen to like this name too~ Just think of it as leaving the last bit of your 'past' Remember it”
Duncan nodded: "Well~ It's good that you think so."
"Have you already arranged things in the city-state?" Agatha asked again~~
Do you really plan to be a 'cemetery caretaker' in Frost from now on?
Duncan raised his eyebrows: "Is there anything bad about this position?"
"There's nothing wrong with it. It's just strange to think that 'Captain Duncan', who is like a shadow in the subspace in the eyes of many people, would guard a cemetery in a city-state~"
In the mirror, Agatha expressed her thoughts frankly, "But as long as you are willing, it is certainly a good thing. I am afraid that no place will be safer than that cemetery in the future."
"I think it's great. I also run an antique shop in Prand. Maintaining activities in a civilized society can adjust your mentality very well." Duncan smiled.
"What's more, it costs money to maintain an avatar's life in the city-state. Being a guard in the cemetery at least pays..." Duncan stopped suddenly. He slowly raised his head and looked at the "gatekeeper" in the mirror. "People" asked with great solemnity: "The cathedral will give me this 'new caretaker'"
Pay wages?
Agatha didn't react until this moment: "Do you still need salary?"
"You don't pay wages?"
"Ah, of course it will be paid under normal circumstances. The new wages for the cemetery guards will be issued directly by the cathedral..."
Agatha said with a strange expression, "But it is not normal for a warp shadow to become a guard in the cemetery~ I strongly suggest that you go to the cathedral to talk to the other Agatha about this matter seriously, because According to what I know about myself, if you don't take the initiative to mention it, she will never think of it or dare not think about it.
Duncan: "Is it that outrageous?"
The string of numbers you wrote at the end of your report nearly drove a roomful of cryptographers and mathematicians crazy.
Later, when transferring money to your bank account, the cathedral even set up a secret operations team to pay attention to changes in the spiritual world. When you deal with ordinary people as a subspace shadow, please consider that most normal humans have three View issues.
Duncan's mouth trembled and he rubbed his forehead: "Okay, say I understand."
Agatha seemed to be relieved~~then asked curiously, now that the frost situation has been decided, what are your next plans?
Who am I going to return to the central sea~~ According to some archaeological information provided by Morris, I will go along the route to check out the ancient ruins and strange sea areas that interest me. If possible, get close to or even enter some areas classified as anomalies. , to explore and understand the world as much as possible. Duncan had obviously already planned it, and he immediately talked about his exploration plan with great interest.
"During this process~~ I will continue to maintain contact with the civilized world, and by the way, I will see how the major churches react to my warning~ If they are interested, I don't mind dealing with those mysterious church arks again. ..”
"Sounds like an exciting adventure~~ Agatha's tone was full of pleasure and expectation.
It's full of risks, but it's worth it~~Looking at Xiangzi, my decision was correct, so shall we set off now? Or do you need to make some more preparations?
"Don't rush, we need to make arrangements for the White Oak first~~ And we have to tell Tirian at all costs." Duncan laughed.
"He should have returned to the dome office by this time. I just happened to go say hello to him."
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, then I won’t bother you. "Agatha lowered her head, and her figure gradually faded from the mirror. At the same time, in the dome office of the Frost Government Affairs Hall, Tirian had already left.
The last department representative walked away~ He changed out of the gorgeous but uncomfortable coat used for attending ceremonies~~ Weared Yuuchang's clothes again~~ He sat behind the desk and breathed a sigh of relief~~ Next~ there will be a short break to prepare for the rest of today's work~ managing a city full of messes, even Yuko, who was sworn in, did not have the opportunity to interrupt his work~~ this morning's itinerary It was "forcibly squeezed" in between normal work schedules~~ He had to deal with all the delayed matters in the afternoon and evening~ What's more, he had to deal with not only the matters of Frost City State. Love, the huge "industry" that the Haiwu Fleet has been operating for the past fifty years~~ the complex and subtle connections between himself and other city-states, the balance of power in the sea, and the relationship with his "family"... these Add it all up~~ In fact, it is not easier than the work of the consul. Tirian sighed longly, opened a locked drawer next to his desk, and took out many documents and information from it, including files that the Sea Mist Fleet wanted to close. ~
There are shared information from the Brilliant Star and private letters from other city-states. The rest time means that he can temporarily put aside his work as an archon to do a bunch of other tasks that are as difficult as being an archon. Tirian glanced at After passing the pile of things, I couldn't help but raise my hand and scratch my hair. I don't know why, but the terrible association suddenly appeared in the head of first mate Aiden, which made the new consul couldn't help but feel a chill. ~And suddenly stopped grabbing his hair.
"Aiden shaved it by himself back then, Aiden shaved it by himself back then... He has regretted it for a century." Tirian muttered quietly, as if to divert himself from facing the pile of things in front of him. The pressure I feel ~
At this moment, a slight crackling sound suddenly came from nearby, suddenly interrupting his soliloquy. After subconsciously trembling in his heart, he quickly calmed down again, and looked up with a determined expression. Looking at the mirror on the nearby wall, he was used to it... Duncan's figure appeared in the mirror.
"Son, let me say hello to you. Is everything going well?"
"Everything goes well, father~" Tirian stood up and faced his father's gaze carefully~ but his heart was already much more relaxed than Ping Youli's.
"What are your orders..."
It's nothing~ It's just that I'm getting ready to leave...Duncan stopped suddenly
Come, Tirian looked at his father in the mirror doubtfully, but saw that the other party was staring at the table next to him. His expression was particularly strange. There was shock in that expression, and this shock made Tirian feel nervous. , hurriedly followed his father's gaze and looked over, but what he saw was just a piece of paper that fell out of the pile of documents~~ It was sent to him by Lucretia from the Qi Can Zhouchen.
It is an "academic shared material." Duncan's extremely serious voice came from the mirror: "Tirion, what is that? Take it closer and show me."
Ah...Okay~~Tirion hurriedly agreed~quickly picked up the piece of paper and walked to the mirror~showed the image on the paper to his father, "Is there any problem with this?"
"Where did this pattern come from?"
"It's from Lucretia."
Tirian replied immediately~ There was a hint of nervousness in her tone. She hadn't told you before that she was actually studying something that fell from the sky during this period. Duncan didn't speak, but just stared at the piece of paper for a long time~ ~He broke the silence with a soft voice as if talking to himself in a dream: "The moon."
