Deep Sea Embers Chapter 97: Who is making the list?

The perspective presented in the mirror appears to be based on a window, and Duncan feels himself as someone clinging to the window, looking through the glass at the view of a room with an unusually tall young woman , her profile looks a little familiar.

After a brief recollection, Duncan remembered that he had seen this face somewhere - this is the prestigious Inquisitor of Plante, Vanna Wayne!

She has appeared in newspapers.

Why do you see such a scene? Why suddenly see this devotee of the Storm Goddess through a window? Some kind of secret connection? When was this connection established? Why had he not noticed it before, but suddenly felt this invisible "line" at this moment?

Countless thoughts popped up in Duncan's mind for a moment, but the next second, the messy thoughts in his mind were interrupted by something that he swept across.

He saw clearly what the lady inquisitor was reading in the mirror.

It is a document, written in a strict format, with the sacred symbol of the storm goddess printed on the paper. The first sentence at the beginning is: I hereby inform the captains and accompanying priests and guides of the boundless sea, anomaly 099-Puppet coffin It has been out of control recently. The most holy and wise witness, the cursed thing is lost in the storm. The abnormal out of control situation and its characteristics are announced as follows...

Duncan's eyes widened slowly, his eyes went over Fanna's shoulders, watching the document in a certain prayer-like format about anomalous 099, and saw the danger of decapitation. Curse, I saw the birthplace of the doll's coffin, and I saw the relevant records of "Alice's Guillotine"...

In shock, his eyes moved all the way down, and at the end of the document he saw the record of the "attack" on the White Oak. However, the key part of the last sentence was blocked by the tall figure of Miss Inquisitor. Not sure.

Duncan probed left and right in front of the mirror, anxious and subconsciously muttered: "Let's give way to the side, give way to the side..."

Fana in the lounge suddenly felt as if a breeze was blowing through her earlobe. She looked to the side subconsciously, and saw that the window was open, and the cold sea breeze in the evening blew in through the window.

The flames of several oil lamps in the room shook, and the soft lights dispelled the malice that pervaded the heavens and the earth as night approached, and also gave her a feeling of extra peace of mind.

She put the document aside and turned to look at the regional bishop: "Put it away, the city-state bishops must have handled it carefully, this thing is very safe."

The regional bishop nodded, and while he stepped forward to put away the documents, he turned on the electric light in the room. The light brighter than the oil lamp dispelled the darkness of the day and night: "Are you going back to the Central Cathedral tonight? ?"

"Bishop Valentine is still waiting for me to discuss things," Fanna nodded slightly, "The city-state has been unsettled recently, and we may need to conduct a large-scale prayer event to strengthen the cathedral's commitment to the entire city-state. protection.”

Said, she raised her head and glanced at the chandelier hanging from the roof. The light bulb installed in the chandelier made the room bright as day: "...Hey, it would be nice if the electric light could also have the effect of exorcising evil spirits. It is so bright and the lighting range is And far better than fire..."

"Who says it's not," the regional bishop spread his hands, "it's a pity that electricity is not holy."

Fanna shook her head and said nothing. After saying goodbye to the regional bishop, she stepped out of the lounge.

After Fanna left, an oil lamp near the window suddenly flickered slightly, and then calmed down again.

The scene in the mirror gradually dissipated. After the green light film faded, the glass reflected the things in the captain's quarters again.

Just now, the moment the Inquisitor turned his head, Duncan could still see the line at the end of the document - to him, the most useful information in that line was just a few words:

Vision 005-Lost Home.

"The classification of Homeless is really 'vision'...and the number is so high." He returned to the desk, muttering thoughtfully, but then he was a little confused, " Then again, how are these numbers arranged?"

Nina's textbook mentions the numbers and names of many anomalies and visions. It is also mentioned that this "list" and the rules behind the list are derived from the ancient kingdom of Crete, but the specific anomalies, It is unclear how the number of the vision is determined and who determines it, but it is said that each church has the right to interpret and publish it, and it is mentioned that under normal circumstances, the higher the number, the more strange, dangerous, or special. Historical status - Duncan didn't think about it at first, but now he suddenly has a question.

Is this number...in the order of discovery?

If it is arranged in the order of discovery, then the Homeless number with a history of only 100 years cannot occupy such a high number. After all, there are visions in this world that are older than the Homeless number. In theory, all the upper numbers It must have been full already.

But if the order is not in the order of discovery, but in the order of danger, wouldn't these numbers be changed from time to time? Every time a new anomaly or anomaly is discovered, its danger value must be re-evaluated, and then the entire "ranking list" must be corrected, which becomes a big project and is extremely inconvenient to use.

Although the textbook says that the degree of danger of anomalies and anomalies is not necessarily 100% positively related to the ranking, it is also clearly mentioned that in most cases, anomalies and anomalies with higher numbers are more dangerous than those at the bottom. fear.

This has a very worthwhile question: if the existing list of anomalies and visions is relatively stable and cannot be easily changed, then its ranker is simply a prophet-like figure, who is in the list of It is necessary to predict the "ranking" of almost every anomaly and vision, not only to accurately assign its position when new anomalies and visions are discovered, but also to leave a table in advance for powerful anomalies and visions that will appear in the future. Just "empty".

Duncan suddenly had doubts about the "list" and the makers behind it when he saw the expression "Vision 005-Lost Homeland", but he quickly put these doubts aside for the time being .

Because there's one thing more important than the rules behind the "Top Rankings" right now - Alice.

The cursed puppet of the Harmony Gate has such a big background!

"I'm going out."

Duncan said casually to the pigeon on the table and stepped out of the captain's quarters.

The goat head in the chart room heard the movement of the door, and immediately turned his head creakingly, and after seeing Duncan, he said in a routine manner: "Last name..."

"Duncan Abnormar - let's not talk about that, where's Alice?"

"Ah, the great ship..." After confirming the name, Goat Head was about to habitually babble a few paragraphs, but as soon as he jumped out a few words, the captain blocked it back, his neck creaked, Only then did she realize, "Are you looking for Miss Alice? She might be counting her hair in her room..."

"Counting your hair?" Duncan was stunned, "What new problem has she added... Forget it, I'll go by myself, you can just continue sailing."

After saying this, he didn't wait for the other party to respond. He turned his head and opened the door and left the captain's room in a hurry, leaving the goat's head on the chart table and staring at the door that had been closed again.

"I haven't had time to say more..." After holding it for a while, Goat Head finally reacted, with a gloomy tone, "Is my ability to open up topics weakened..."

As soon as he finished speaking ~IndoMTL.com~, he saw that the door leading to the captain's quarters in the corner opened a crack, and the pigeon Ai swaggered out of the crack, flapping its wings and flying to the table.

"Talking about five dollars?" Pigeon tilted his head and blinked his small eyes.

"Okay, okay, just have someone who can chat with me!" Goat Head suddenly became happy, and in line with the standard of being his own person on board, he didn't pick at all who he communicated with, "Do you want to chat? What do you want? In other words, can you really speak normally? It always feels like you…”

"The whole order of fries."

"Huh?" Goat's head was taken aback, "No, I mean, you can really realize yourself..."

"The whole order of fries."

"...if you're talking about cooking at sea..."

"The whole order of fries."

"Can you say anything else?"

"The whole order of fries."

Goat head: "..."

Duncan didn't pay attention to what happened in the captain's cabin after he left. He went straight across the upper deck, and soon came to the crew cabin below deck. After sorting out his thoughts in front of Alice's door, he stretched out his hand. Knock: "Alice, it's me."

A stammering voice quickly came from the door: "Please...please...please come in..."

Duncan raised his eyebrows subconsciously when he heard this, then pushed open the door.

The puppet wearing a long Gothic dress sat at the table beside the bed, facing a vanity mirror on the table. She held her head in both hands, and her silver-white hair fell like a waterfall— The head's gaze turned around, and a smile gradually bloomed on the beautiful and delicate face: "Ship...boat...captain, late...late...evening..."

Duncan: "You put your head on."

"Bob."