Deep Sea Embers Chapter 391: Mapping

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Go frost.

Lawrence instantly thought of what "Martha" had told him earlier - he couldn't tell whether the Martha at that time was his hallucination, or the "Martha" in front of him escaped. "Sense of presence", but the only thing that is certain is that he should go to Frost.

But how to get there?

"We've been looking here for a long time," Lawrence couldn't help frowning and said, "Since the last time we left the port of the city-state in the dark, the White Oak has never found that city-state—we went along Go back the same way, there is only one sea."

"You can't find it like this," Martha smiled and shook her head, "Lawrence, Frost is avoiding you."

"Avoid me?" Lawrence was taken aback for a moment, "Why?"

Martha didn't speak, but just raised her finger and pointed to the ghostly flame that was quietly burning on Lawrence's body.

Lawrence understood in an instant. He looked down at his spirit-like arm, and said in a thoughtful tone, "That's why...we didn't encounter any obstacles when we left the port of the city-state... It's not that we sailed away, but the city-state moved away from the White Oak?"

He raised his head, and his expression became a little subtle: "Then what should I do? The White Oak is now closer to the Lost Home than when it left the port. If that city-state has been consciously keeping away from me, how can I?" May find it?"

"I'll go find it," Martha said quietly and briefly.

"Are you looking for it?" Lawrence didn't respond immediately, "Can you find it?"

"Of course, for many years in the past, my ship and I have always been a part of this sea area. Even if I am separated from this huge group now, it will not realize it in a short time ——On the other hand, the current existence of the Black Oak is closer to the reflection of the White Oak, I have not established a direct connection with the Lost Country, at least not yet, Frost will not avoid me

······It's not as 'smart' as you think. "

Lawrence nodded half-understanding, but he was a little puzzled: "But you are the only one who can get close to it. What about the White Oak and me? As long as we show up, it will definitely 'run away'... .”

Martha smiled.

She took a half step forward, gently pressed her hand on Lawrence's chest, with a deep expression on her face, and said softly: "It's very simple, let's switch positions - here, the boundary between the body and the reflection is not So clear."

Lawrence froze for a moment, and subconsciously wanted to ask the other party what he meant, but before he could open his mouth, he felt a slight push from his chest.

This force is very gentle, but it makes him feel dizzy in an instant. He only feels that he is falling on his back. The moment before he loses consciousness, he feels that he is being supported from behind. Martha's soft voice It sounded in his ear: "Take a nap, my love-then is an incredible journey."

Lawrence fell into a drowsy sleep, but he felt that he only fell asleep for a moment, then suddenly opened his eyes again, and subconsciously called out: "Martha!"

However, it was the voice of the first officer, Gus, who reached his ears: "Captain, are you awake?"

Lawrence finally woke up completely. He tried to prop up his body, panting heavily because he woke up from a deep sleep, and then looked around, realizing that he was lying on the bunk in the captain's cabin—the face of the first mate Gus Standing aside with a worried expression, there are several sailors nearby.

In a little corner, he also saw a familiar figure——Anomaly 077, the mummy was gesturing around his neck with a noose while no one was paying attention, but when he realized Lawrence's gaze After that, he put away the rope in an instant, pretending that nothing happened.

"This is..." Lawrence gasped and rubbed his forehead while muttering. For a while, he couldn't tell whether he was in a dream or in reality. What happened not long ago was like a hallucination in his memory. Ups and downs.

"You have returned to the White Oak, and it was 'Sailor,' who brought you back," said the first mate immediately, and pointed to the mummy not far away, "You have fallen asleep

It's been hours. "

"I remember... I remember I went to explore the Black Oak and saw Martha on it... Did these things really happen?" Lawrence rubbed his forehead vigorously, then raised his eyes again, "Black Oak number? Where is it now?"

"Your memory is fine, you did go to that ship, 'Sailor, tell us too, you saw Ms. Martha on it,'" Gus the first mate reached out to help Lawrence up, but the words were in the middle "As for where that ship is now... Captain, the current situation is a bit weird, I don't know how to explain it to you..."

"Weird?" Lawrence frowned, "What do you mean?"

"Our ship is out of control now, the rudder and propeller are not working, the White Oak is drifting like a ghost ship, as for the Black Oak... I will show you."

Hearing the worried words of the first mate, the expression on Lawrence's face became serious in an instant. He pushed away the other's hand that supported him, and followed the sailors to the door.

At the same time, he also noticed changes in himself and other people. The floor and walls no longer showed the same state of flames burning like the Lost Homeland-everything seemed to return to normal here.

Noticing the captain's gaze, the first officer explained, "The flames died down hours ago, not long after you returned."

Lawrence nodded silently. Compared with the fading ghost flames, he was more concerned about what happened now, so that his usually calm first officer would show such a hesitant and at a loss expression.

Soon, he left the cabin with the sailors and came to the deck of the White Oak.

In just a moment, he realized the...strangeness in the surrounding environment.

Humid, cold, as if soaked in sea water, the sky has no light at all, only clumps like strange shadows floating in the sky, there is no wind around, but there is a feeling of cold flow touching every inch of the body From time to time, you can see strange turbulent traces appearing nearby, just like tiny bubbles appearing in the air.

Lawrence felt the discordant environment around him in astonishment, and vaguely realized what had happened, and when the first mate Gus led him to the edge of the ship, he further confirmed his conjecture .

"The Black Oak is there."

The first mate stood on the edge of the ship, pointing to the sea water directly below and said.

Lawrence lowered his head and saw the "sea" slowly undulating. The ripples caused by the White Oak's driving process slowly spread around with a twisted and weird texture, and on the twisted mirror-like sea surface, he Saw the "reflection" of the White Oak.

It was a dark ship wrapped in thick fog and shadows, with several ghostly lights lit on the ship, which were "reflected" under the White Oak, sailing through the wind and waves.

At this moment, Lawrence finally understood what Martha meant when she said parting.

The White Oak is now the reflection of the Black Oak.

"Captain..." Gus, the first mate, noticed the change of expression on Lawrence's face. Years of following experience made him keenly judge that the old captain might already know what was going on, "What is going on here? What happened? Why did our reflection in the sea turn into the appearance of the Black Oak? And the ship lost control..."

"We're not out of control—we're just sailing with the Black Oak," Lawrence exhaled softly, with a faint smile on his face, "Let everyone have a good rest and recharge our batteries. A place to solve all problems."

"A place that can solve all problems?" The mate blinked in confusion, "Where are we going?

"We are going to the frost."

Night is gradually covering the city-state.

Two figures are quickly passing through the streets and alleys that are already under curfew.

One figure is particularly tall and burly, wearing a long black trench coat reminiscent of nightfall, while the other figure looks like

He is exceptionally short, and even though he is wearing a thick winter coat, he can still see his rather thin figure under the winter coat.

A gust of cold wind blew, and the thin and short figure sneezed solidly: "...Ah Choo!"

Duncan lowered his head and looked at Shirley who was rubbing his nose: "I asked you to wear a scarf, but you didn't want to wear it—the frosty night is much colder than Prand."

"It's so cold..." Shirley tightened her clothes subconsciously. Although the clothes were actually strong enough to resist the surrounding temperature, she still felt the cold wind biting her bones. She was born and raised in Purland, obviously not very Can adapt to the frosty climate, "I regret coming out

Duncan looked at the girl with a half-smile: "It's not what you said, as long as you don't do your homework ~IndoMTL.com~ I can let you do anything?"

When Shirley heard this, she immediately raised her neck and said stiffly in the cold wind: "Yes, I said it!"

"The whole body, the mouth is the toughest," Duncan sighed helplessly, then raised his head, looking at the alley in the distance, "Let's go, I don't want to deal with the night guards yet."

Shirley quickly followed Duncan's footsteps with her short legs, and she couldn't help asking curiously as she walked forward with difficulty: "What are we going to do?"

"Confirm someone's condition." Duncan said casually as he walked forward.

"Someone's condition?" Shirley raised her face and looked at the burly captain beside her, "Who is it?"

"Gatekeeper, Agatha." Duncan said lightly.

His gaze crossed the night, staring at the end of the street ahead.

A cluster of small dark green flames were burning in his field of vision, flickering on and off, as if separated by a thick curtain.