Deep Sea Embers Chapter 337: Guest

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The old caretaker of the cemetery does not like this kind of day when the snow keeps falling-not only because the cold weather makes his overwhelmed joints ache, but also because this kind of snow always reminds him

Something from a long time ago.

Something not so good.

For example, the rebellion fifty years ago, the frost disaster thirty years ago, the collapse of Nancheng District seventeen years ago... There is always nothing good when there is such a heavy snowfall.

The old man rubbed his hands and looked back at the cemetery that was also covered by snow.

The boundaries of the cemetery path are blurred by the snow, and only footprints on the white ground outline the route to the morgue and the caretaker's cabin. The gas lamps have been extinguished, and the dark light poles stand in the snow like dead tree trunks On the ground, it looks quite lonely.

Several steam vehicles were parked in the open space of the cemetery, and they were completely covered by snow. The guards in black were struggling to clear the snow from the vehicles, trying to clear a path in the snow. A road that can be used by vehicles - it looks rather embarrassing.

They have to finish the job before the snow freezes hard and the road becomes more difficult to clean.

After a lot of work, the guards finally cleared away the snow and activated the steam core of the vehicle. The two dark gray steam vehicles drove out of the cemetery and quickly disappeared into the road leading to the street. on the main road in the direction.

A whistling wind blew nearby, and gray smoke came in the wind. Agatha's figure came out from the wind and smoke. The young gatekeeper came to the old guard: "Today Half of the people will withdraw, leaving only two teams to help you guard the cemetery.”

"They can all evacuate, and I can be quieter." The old guard raised his eyelids and glanced at the gatekeeper. "With so many people, it's a waste to stay here."

"It's not a waste of manpower—you don't have to worry about me being short-handed."

The old guard watched the two cars leave, shook his head, and prepared to return to the cemetery.

Because I have been in contact with this indescribable guest many times, and have fallen into a state of madness under the influence of incense, I have established a certain connection with him!

But just when he was about to turn around, out of the corner of his eye, he suddenly saw a familiar little figure appearing at the end of the path.

"Grandpa Warden, here I come again!" Annie greeted the old warden happily.

Annie blinked, a smile appeared on her face, and then she reached out and took out a bag in her carry-on bag, took out a bag and handed it to the old man in front of her.

"What is it?"

"Biscuits again?" The old guard raised his eyebrows.

"It's **** tea powder. I helped my mother make it together. It also contains herbs that can dispel the cold and warm the stomach!" Annie said proudly, and stuffed things into the old man's hands without any explanation. "You always guard the old man alone. Cemetery, it’s snowing again now, it must be cold at night, right?”

"You still go out in this weather, and you come to this kind of place!" The old guard narrowed his eyes and said in a very gentle tone, "You will worry the family."

Let the young gatekeepers and guardians handle it.

The experienced old guard instantly realized what had happened—it was this "visitor".

"...Staying at home like your friends is better than going to the cemetery when the road is blocked by heavy snow." Too much, you go home."

The old guard stared into the child's eyes quietly. For a short second or two, he even regretted what he should have promised the child three years ago, "Your father will come back here." In the final analysis, my heart at that time... was still a little soft.

But the girl didn't seem to hear it, she just poked her head and glanced behind the old man, then raised her face expectantly: "My father, he..."

"I told my mother that I will go back soon today," Annie smiled, her face was a little red from the cold, "School is on holiday, I was going to hang out with friends, but they didn't want to go out, I'm coming to you!"

Annie seemed to be overwhelmed by the old man's sudden gentle tone, she was taken aback for a moment before she nodded calmly: "Remember... I remember it.

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"I still have so much time to worry about you," the old guard muttered, and then he seemed to mention it inadvertently, "You sent an elite brigade out in the middle of the night yesterday, did something happen in the city?"

After being silent for an unknown amount of time, the old man finally opened his mouth: "...Maybe, one day in the future, he will be able to hear from me."

The old man looked at the things in his hand.

Annie was stunned for a while, but she wasn't very disappointed. She pursed her lips: "Then...after the weather clears up, I'll ask again...he will always come, right?"

"... Are any innocent citizens injured?" Agatha seemed to know what the old man was worried about. Go check it out."

"I've accepted the things, you go home quickly, and try not to go out these two days."

"Okay, let's go home," the old man exhaled, and issued the order to evict the guests, "while the sky is still..."

"I'll just ask." The old guard shrugged.

But this is something outside of the cemetery, and it's not what I, a "gravekeeper" who has retreated to the second line, should pay attention to.

Agatha looked at the old man: "Are you still concerned about things outside the cemetery?"

The situation that happened on Hearth Street is probably not as calm and peaceful as his attitude at the moment shows—it is not just a simple battle between superhumans. An elite squad of Guardians went to investigate, only to have the Gatekeepers deal with it himself, no small matter.

The old guard's eyebrows visibly trembled, and his tone became a little more serious: "Firepipe Street?"

"...something happened on Hearth Street. A battle broke out between high-level transcendents. There was a lot of movement. The patrolling guards rushed over but missed," Agatha said slowly, "Now we can only It is determined that one of the two sides in the fight is an annihilation cultist—they died terribly, and one of them died in a strange way, which does not conform to any known extraordinary power."

The old guard didn't say anything, just nodded slightly, but his eyes became serious.

Agatha is a young gatekeeper, but no matter how young he is, his status as a "gatekeeper" was obtained through training and hard tests. As the highest spokesperson of the church in the city-state, his actions clearly reveal the situation The severity and urgency.

He raised his head, and the second half of the sentence stopped abruptly.

An extraordinarily tall and burly figure appeared near the gate of the cemetery at some point, and was looking up to this side—this figure was wearing a faded long trench coat, a wide-brimmed top hat, and his face was covered with scars. Bandages, all the details of the whole body are hidden in the hood and bandages.

But the old guard focused almost all his attention on this tall and burly figure—he was staring at that direction, his eyeballs seemed to be anchored by an invisible force and it was difficult to move, and a slight noise began to play in his mind There was a lot of noise in the middle, and slight jitters and shifts began to appear at the edge of the field of vision, and this was clearly a sign that the mind was being severely polluted and disturbed.

But it was only a preliminary and mostly harmless connection, so the old warden wasn't as nearly incapacitated as he was before.

He put on a black thick coat and the same black long boots today, together with the same black wool cap on his head, his whole person seemed to melt into this snow-covered city.

"Son, don't look this way."

Beside the burly figure, there is another person. This is a petite lady wearing a deep purple luxurious dress. She has blond hair, a soft hat, and a veil on her face. An elegant and mysterious temperament.

Then immediately, his expression turned cold again.

He was still able to move—so he stretched out his hand and pulled Annie behind him.

A little boy in a thick coat is walking towards the cemetery with some difficulty.

He doesn't need this—the potion supplies that the church sends to the cemetery guards are ten times more effective than this thing, and his seemingly thin guard's hut is actually full of protective spells and special materials, let alone resist Even if the cemetery really gets out of control with a mere cold wind~IndoMTL.com~ This hut can withstand external impact like a steel fortress.

"...It's not safe in the city recently," the old guard said seriously. He thought of what Agatha had just mentioned to him, and thought of the extraordinary incident that happened on Ingleside Street last night. "Go back and tell your mother, Reduce going out in the near future, if you find something wrong, ask the nearest church or the sheriff for help-Anne, this is a very serious matter, do you remember?"

A seventeen-year-old child should have understood this a long time ago.

The old guard immediately stopped his movements. He watched the big figure approaching there, but the expression on his face seemed to be lifeless. The old man stopped by the side of the road, raised his face, waved his arms in displeasure, and then continued to walk towards the old man with deep feet and shallow feet.

"Thank you," he accepted Annie's gift, perhaps because he hadn't smiled for a long time, the corners of his mouth were a little stiff, "this is very useful to me."

Finally, he walked to the ruts made by the two steam cars before leaving, and his footsteps became a little nervous, so he bent down and patted the snowflakes on the hem of his clothes and trousers, and came to the gate of the cemetery , smiling and looking at the serious, even angry old man in front of him.