Deep Sea Embers Chapter 237: People with insomnia

The flame in the mirror receded, and the majestic figure gradually disappeared into the darkness, but the mysterious symbol that Captain Duncan showed to himself still remained clearly in his mind.

Morris left the room, glanced at his sleeping wife, and came to the writing desk under the window. He took out a pen and paper, and with the cool night light outside the window, while his memory was still very clear, he wrote The mysterious and eccentric symbol is depicted.

Afterwards, the well-informed old scholar frowned and looked at the pattern on the paper and fell into a short thought.

Even a scholar who can pass the most rigorous examination of the Academy of Truth is confused when he sees this symbol - the only thing he can be sure of is that this thing is definitely not used by any city gang, church or official organization The marks that have been passed do not conform to the rune specifications in the symbols of occultism.

According to the captain, this is the emblem carried by several ascetics who visited the Lost Country a hundred years ago, and now he suddenly became interested in this emblem.

As the captain's "families", Morris did not intend to pry into the captain's secrets, but he became very curious about those mysterious ascetics - what kind of "people" would carry such strange things? The talisman, and can it suddenly attract Captain Duncan's attention today a hundred years later?

After thinking for a long time, Morris breathed a sigh of relief, folded the paper properly, put it in the drawer of the desk and locked it carefully.

He is going to wait for the sun to rise tomorrow before going to his study to browse through the classics about ancient city-states and secret societies—although the God of Wisdom bestows excellent memory on his followers, even the best memory sometimes has loopholes , maybe there is a record of this symbol in my collection?

If you can't find any clues in your book collection... then go to several large libraries in the city-state and the archives of the University in the Upper District to investigate. Still, it is not a problem to borrow some precious classics.

If you can't find any records in this area in the whole of Prand, you can only write and send telegrams to old friends in Lunsa and other places—several of them have quite a lot of research in the fields of history and occult Maybe the old folks at the company can help, even if they can't help, the universities and research institutions behind them can also help

In any case, this is the first task assigned to him by the captain - he has given the miracle of resurrection from the dead, and now he finally has the opportunity to help.

Morris thought silently in his mind, and his irritated mood due to insomnia calmed down completely unconsciously. He seemed to have found the exuberant feeling of being full of fighting spirit for a certain goal when he first entered the school. With this fighting spirit coming up together.

There is also a long-lost sleepiness.

……

Tirian had been tossing and turning in bed for hours, still not feeling sleepy.

He can't remember how many years he has had such severe insomnia. As the commander of the Sea Fog Fleet and the captain of the Sea Fog, he has always had strong self-control and a good schedule. It has always been as precise and controlled as a machine—except today.

All kinds of thoughts and pictures kept rising and falling in his mind, mixed with countless yellowed and trivial memories, the flames emerging in the mirror, the gloomy and majestic father, the ship that once cheered and praised The expedition ship sailing in mid-air, the shadow of the ship returning from the subspace...

There is even the encounter between the Frost Offshore and the Lost Home, and what the Frost Queen said to herself at the beginning of the "Abyss Project" --

"There are horrible things under the deep sea, but there must also be answers to everything under the deep sea."

Tyrian rolled over and sat up in bed.

He looked at the wall not far away. The mirror that was originally hung on the wall had been taken off, and it was still quietly turned upside down on the table next to him. Oval traces, the suitcase containing the crystal ball and lens group was placed at the end of the bed, and the lock was re-locked, and the rest of the room with mirrors or smooth mirrors was also covered with cloth.

But those white cloths covering the mirror made the room look even more eerie and weird. Under the cold glow of the creation of the world, this room looks like a place where souls gather.

But Tirian is not afraid of ghosts, he has a ship of undead sailors, a cursed living warship, and several secret bases where weird and terrifying visions appear all the year round—compared to his father , the ghost is not a terrible thing.

After pacing back and forth in the quiet and gloomy room for a few minutes, Tirian's eyes fell on the suitcase at the end of the bed, hesitating slightly, he picked it up.

Poli had already flown back to the ship to report his safety. As the captain, he couldn't go to the next room to wake up his subordinates to play cards with him to amuse himself. He might as well see what Dunk was doing with Thea.

Maybe the other party suffers from insomnia just like myself.

Turn on the light, put the box on the table, open the lid, and a crystal ball surrounded by complex lens groups and solitary connecting arms appears in front of you. Tirian stretches out his hand, but before he activates the lens, the The device buzzed, and the crystal ball in its center was quickly lit up.

After a while, Lucrezia's figure appeared in the crystal ball.

Wearing a gauze skirt, a black-haired shawl, and a mysterious temperament, the "Sea Witch" looked at her elder brother with a tired expression.

"Brother, I have insomnia."

"If you have insomnia, you can find your dolls to relieve your boredom, or do your magic experiment," Tirian said with a straight face, serious, "I am working on the follow-up development plan of the sea fog unit.

"But your hair is messed up like you've been rolling on the pillow for four hours." Lucrecia said lightly, "Is this a new posture when making development plans?"

……

Tirian was silent for a few seconds, lost good advice? Use your ingenuity as a witch"...forget it

When I didn't ask.

The two brothers and sisters fell into a moment of awkward silence, and then each chatted a few words, but they both intentionally or unintentionally avoided some key points, but gradually, the topic inevitably began to move closer to a certain direction.

"...I just made some 'changes' to Luni," Lucrezia said, "I strengthened her joint protection, and added a storage of holy oil next to the sphere that stores the 'soul' Small container and protection rune."

"Do you think this can prevent father from contacting you through "Nilu?"

"No, but maybe it will prevent Luni from being stuck directly next time," Lucrezia said with a trace of helplessness in her tone, "In fact, she also has lingering fears about the last time she got stuck, and we just now We had a serious exchange."

Tirian was a little curious: "Communication? What did you communicate with your puppet?"

"She advised me not to be nervous, I advised her to open up."

Tirion: "..."

There was another silence between them, but this time it didn't last long, and Tirian suddenly said, "Actually, I was thinking about something just now."

"What are you thinking about?"

"Remember what father said at the end today?" Tirian said slowly, "He said he found Luni's sister, 'Nilu,' and mentioned that the doll has never been sold..."

Lucrezia's eyes changed slightly: "What do you mean

"This means that the store is still there—do you remember where the doll store is?" Tirian's expression became serious, "I just remember it's in Zengland City."

Lucrezia frowned slightly and fell into the memory, while Tirian continued to speak slowly: "If father really bought Nilu from that doll shop, then this reveals a very Key information: He had already set foot on this city-state in some way before Purand encountered historical pollution, and even acted here openly..."

"Have you ever thought that this is the clue that father deliberately revealed to us?" Lukemisia said suddenly, "Now that you think about it, maybe this is what father deliberately wanted you to investigate."

Tirian was silent for a few seconds before speaking: "I have considered this possibility—but even so, you know that I will not let this clue go."

"...I only vaguely remember the location of that store," Lucrezia said, "It should be on the edge of the upper city, near an intersection in the southern lower city

Recently, the owner of the store is an elf lady... When I saw her a century ago, I felt very old, but considering the lifespan of the elves, she should still be the owner of the store now. "

Tirian nodded slightly, and silently took down the information Lucrecia provided.

……

There was some wind and waves on the sea~IndoMTL.com~ The Lost Homeland swayed slightly in the wind and waves. Duncan sat at the navigation table, studying the foggy sea chart in front of him with some boredom.

His body in the city-state of Purland had already fallen asleep, but this "main body" on the Lost Country hardly needed to rest. As a result, the night flight became quite a period of time Boring time, especially the double restriction that reading at night and at sea is not suitable, and he can't bring the recreational books he bought in Prand here to relieve his boredom, and this sense of boredom is even more basic.

After all, he can't take exploring this ship as a pleasure every day—no matter how big the Lost Home is, there is no end to exploring it.

"I kind of want to go around the spirit world to go around the drum glass. I called Fanna and Tirian to play cards. Being bored, Duncan sighed and raised his eyes to look at the goat's head, "Where is Fanna? Well, Tirian probably won't be able to sleep tonight

"If you really do this, he will also lose sleep tomorrow night," the goat head said immediately, "but frankly speaking, your idea is really attractive, and it has a full thrilling effect and entertainment effect-you Who are you going to hit first?"

"That's what I'm saying," Duncan glanced at the goat's head, his eyes swept across the chart again, but suddenly, he seemed to recall something, and suddenly raised his head, "How long is it until sunrise?

"...There are still three hours," the goat's head roughly estimated, "if it rises on time today.

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