Deep Sea Embers Chapter 411: Tracking

The room fell silent for a while.

The silence lasted for more than ten seconds before Agatha heard Bishop Ivan's deep and hoarse voice coming from under the bandage: "Ahh—"

「……Your reaction is a bit unexpected.」

"Because your information is too unexpected," Bishop Ivan seemed to have finally recovered, he adjusted his sitting posture, and his tone became extraordinarily serious, "You said that the boiling gold mine in the Frost City State was discovered decades ago. Already

Exhausted? Is this the truth you found below?

"Yes, there is a gate at the deepest part of the second waterway, which may have been blocked by the first-generation city hall. Behind the gate is a mine that has long been exhausted—judging from its location, it should be in the enrichment area at the bottom of the mine , and is theoretically the last area to be mined..."

Agatha did not hide anything, and told all of her discoveries underground, and in the process, Bishop Ivan's eyes became more and more dignified visible to the naked eye.

After a while, Agatha finished talking about her discovery below, but added with some hesitation: "...that's just a mine, and there are countless mines in the mine, even if it's rich It cannot be judged that the entire mine has been exhausted, so a large part of my conclusion is based on conjecture... I know, this conjecture is too crazy."

"...Yeah, it's too crazy to conjecture," Bishop Ivan said slowly, "after all, if according to what you said, the boiling gold mine has already been exhausted—then we have been transporting gold from the mine for the past half century. What came out? What is the boiling gold catalyst that the Frost City-State has transported to other cities over the years?"

Agatha did not speak. She knew that the question Bishop Ivan asked was unavoidable and impossible to answer.

Frost City-State has always produced the highest quality boiling gold raw ore and finished catalyst rods. In the past fifty years, the production of boiling gold in Frost City alone is almost equivalent to the sum of the rest of the city-states in the entire Cold Sea. There is an endless supply of boiling gold, the excavation machines are constantly pumping out wealth day and night, the catalyst produced by the smelting factory is transported to the whole world, and the ships using those catalysts are spread all over the boundless sea.

In the entire half century, there has never been a problem with any order for boiling gold.

If the mines had really dried up decades ago, let alone the problem of the Frost Mine—there are so many ships on the boundless sea, what is burning in their steam cores? Phantom?

After a long time, the gatekeeper could only sigh softly: "... If that is also a pollution creation, then our world is really absurd to a terrifying degree."

"Our world has always been absurd, but maybe...you really found the key clue this time, but Bishop Ivan shook his head, "Let's not care about whether that conjecture is crazy or not. From a rational point of view, dozens of The contradiction between the mine veins that were exhausted years ago and the mines that are still producing steadily today is likely to be related to the abnormal situation in the current city-state.”

"...But according to the clues we have obtained before, the current abnormality should be caused by those Annihilation Cultists," Agatha reminded, "What do they have to do with the mine?"

"They don't necessarily have anything to do with the mine - maybe they just took advantage of and detonated this crisis," Bishop Ivan thought quickly, the experience accumulated in decades of life, especially the experience of dealing with cultists, at this moment It is helping him to perfect this puzzle, "It is impossible for those heresies to have been laid out in the city-state for decades without being discovered, not to mention that the depletion of the mineral veins may be traced back to the Queen's era. Which cultist can escape the eyes of the Frost Queen..."

Speaking of this, the old bishop paused for a moment, and suddenly asked again: "You just said that the Winston Consul doesn't know anything about the door deep in the second waterway?"

Agatha nodded: "He said so."

"...I don't really believe what he said," Bishop Ivan shook his head hesitantly, "The situation in the first city hall was indeed a bit chaotic, but the handover between the first few consuls and the administrative team There shouldn't be such a big mistake, especially with such a critical and sensitive secret..."

"You mean, Winston Consul has hidden something from me?" Agatha frowned, "Why did he do that?"

"I don't know, maybe it's to maintain the authority of the city hall, maybe there's something bigger behind this secret, maybe it's even because he's been controlled by something, I can't tell," Bishop Ivan said , but his eyes suddenly fell on Agatha, "I'm even more surprised that you didn't have any doubts in this regard—you never had such negligence in the past."

Agatha froze.

During this moment of daze, she recalled the scene she experienced when she returned from the second waterway—the reflection in the pool, and the "other self" in the reflection going in the opposite direction.

"Agatha, what's wrong with you?" Bishop Ivan's voice woke her up from distraction.

Agatha blinked and shook her head slightly.

"Are you sure there is no problem?" Bishop Ivan obviously had doubts in his tone, "You have been distracted more than once in the past two days, and..."

"I'm fine, I've been fine," Agatha interrupted the old bishop's words. For some reason, after a brief trance, her tone became lighter at the moment. Standing up, "I just suddenly figured out something - I should go."

Bishop Ivan stood up: "...Are you going to the mine?"

"The navy is blocking the enemy, and the sheriff and the guards are controlling the situation. They bought time, and I still have a chance to understand the source of all this. It's time to go."

Agatha paused here, as if to emphasize, she said: "Time is limited, I can't rest here for too long."

"Okay, let's go," Bishop Ivan nodded lightly, "I hope you can find out the truth and return safely."

"I will find out the truth."

In the dense fog, distant gunshots sounded from time to time, occasionally mixed with warning broadcasts from the Sheriff's Force or Guardian Force, as well as the sound of sirens automatically sounded by certain facilities.

The city-state has been blurred in the fog, and the fog is filled with invisible horrors.

"I'd much rather take on hundreds of heavily armed cultists, or charge back and forth in a burning city."

Fan Na dismissed the giant sword condensed by the ice casually, frowned and said while looking at the ground in front of her.

In the limited field of vision, the ground as far as the eye can see is covered with criss-crossing horrible cracks, and a large amount of dirty black mud is slowly flowing, wriggling, and quickly solidified between those cracks, and some of the mud even It still barely retains the outline of the human form, but it presents a chilling twist on the key limbs.

"It's disgusting." Vanna muttered again.

"Seriously, would you really like to fight again in a burning city?"

Morris' voice came from the side. The old scholar held his cane, glanced at the fragmented "battlefield" in front of him, and casually said to Fanna.

"...Well, I don't want to," Fanna shrugged, "Whether it's a fake city-state filled with thick fog, or a burning city where the black sun descends, it's not much better."

While speaking, the thick fog flowed, and a tall figure suddenly appeared behind Fanna from the mist. pounce.

Fan Na didn't turn her head, she just stomped on the ground—the invisible shock wave spread instantly, and the deformed and distorted thing took only one step forward before being directly shattered to the ground. After falling to the ground, it quickly turned into a mud.

Under her conscious control, Morris, who was close at hand, was not affected by the shock wave in the slightest—the old scholar just adjusted his monocle and looked around the foggy streets calmly.

The next second, he suddenly looked at a certain position, and a silver light appeared in his eyes: "Mcaffeney's conjecture and proof."

In the next second, continuous low-pitched explosions, like watermelons being stepped on, came from the fog, and several figures could be vaguely seen emerging from the fog, their heads exploding like fireworks.

"The good news is that these shoddy fakes imitate a certain degree of thinking ability, and the controllers behind them need to have more brains," Morris looked back, eyes

The central silver light gradually weakened, "I was worried at the beginning that they were all empty shells of chaos, and then the power of knowledge would not be very useful to them."

Fan Na looked at those monsters with exploding heads gradually turning into mud in the distance with a strange expression, and looked back at Morris: "When you taught me back then, you never said that the power of knowledge is so easy to use .”

"That's when I judged that you are not suitable for this path." Morris said casually.

Fanna: "..."

Miss Judge felt that she was being ridiculed for a moment, but she recalled the past

After her test results, she decided to remain humble.

"Are there any around?"

She remained on guard ~IndoMTL.com~ asked in a low voice.

"Not for now." Morris shook his head.

He is always aware of the surrounding situation - when those monsters emerge from the fog, their chaotic thinking will first appear in his perception. Eye-catching like a bright light in the dark.

Few people can actively control their thinking, so in the field of "detection of intelligent creatures", no one can compare with the saints of the God of Wisdom.

"It's fine if there aren't any for now, although there will be new ones coming out soon," Fanna exhaled and moved her hands and feet a little, "Do you think... there are a lot of fake freaks in this direction, And the offensive is obviously stronger than other places?"

"You feel it too?" Morris raised his eyebrows, "It seems that my judgment is correct.

"You mean..."

"Those 'fakes' that emerged from the fog did not all act blindly, some of them were controlled by someone behind them."