Deep Sea Embers Chapter 435: It’s snowing

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The towering body dissipated in the clouds.

The wind is returning to calm, and the gunpowder smoke will take time to fade away. After the shadow fades, a scarred city-state is left behind.

"There are survivors here too! It's a little girl!"

Slightly excited shouts broke the calm in the cemetery, a guard warrior opened the gate of the guard hut, and found the girl curled up in the hut.

The cold wind blows into the house from outside the door, mixed with the smell of gunpowder smoke, Annie raised her head in a daze, and looked at the black-clothed guards who appeared at the door, in a trance, she seemed to see the young soldier appearing behind him There was a man, a stooped figure with always gloomy eyes.

She got up in a daze, and subconsciously stepped forward, stumbling towards the gate, trying to catch the hunched figure.

She flew into the air, her feet tilted, and then she felt someone grabbing her collar from behind—the guardian warrior grabbed the girl who was about to run past her but almost fell, and then slapped her Bending down: "Are you okay, girl—what's your name? Why is it in the cemetery?"

But Annie didn't seem to hear the voice coming from her ears. She just raised her head and looked around slowly, looking for the old man she had just seen.

The stooped old man was not far away. He had already turned around, waved his hands with his back turned to this side, and then slowly walked towards the path deep in the cemetery. At the end of the path, standing quietly An unusually tall figure.

The figure was wearing a dark robe reminiscent of the night, and the body under the robe was covered with bandages, holding a long staff that seemed to be carved from dead wood. It looked... as if it was in a church book. Described, the guard in front of Bartok's gate.

Before the old man came to the guard, the two seemed to have a short conversation, and then they disappeared at the end of the path together like phantoms.

Annie stared blankly in that direction, standing quietly in the cold wind, neither crying nor moving.

The black-clothed guard on the side was a little worried: "What's wrong with you? Little girl? What are you looking for?"

"She might be looking for this." Another voice came suddenly from a nearby path, accompanied by the sound of boots on the snow.

Annie turned her head subconsciously.

A nun was walking towards this side, holding two things in her hand - a cane that looked bruised, and a shotgun that looked familiar.

"Your protector is gone," the nun stopped in front of Annie, slowly squatted down, and put the two things on the ground, "Unfortunately, we can't let you meet him again—— Only ashes."

Annie stared fixedly at the cane and shotgun on the ground. After a few seconds, she bent down, took them in her hands, and hugged them carefully in her arms.

"I know," she muttered in a low voice, "the grandpa guard left with the gatekeeper..."

"Don't touch the gun," the black-clothed guard next to him subconsciously reached out to stop him, "It's dangerous..."

"There are no more bullets," the nun shook her head and said in a low voice, "Let her hug for a while, they may be someone they know."

The guardian warrior hesitated for a moment, then withdrew his hand, then turned his head again, looking at the situation in the cemetery.

Dirty and dry black mud covered the path and surrounded the caretaker's hut, and dirty snow mixed with that mud covered the entire cemetery.

How many monsters have tried to attack this place, and how much filth has been dumped in the snow here? Now that the shadows have receded, all... seems unknowable.

The slightest cool touch came suddenly, the guard raised his head, and saw that the snowflakes were slowly falling from the sky—not ashes, but real snowfall.

Accompanied by the flurry of snowflakes, there was a gleam of light in the sky, the sun's light--the gloomy clouds blocked it, but the hazy light still showed its existence.

The sun is back.

The mechanical roar of the steam engine was gradually approaching from outside the cemetery. A steam car stopped outside the gate. A guard team operating near the cemetery noticed the movement, approached the car, and then was stunned again. He saluted the people who got off the car.

Footsteps came towards the guard's hut. The young guard in black immediately turned around and saluted when he saw the person coming, and then said with some doubts: "Gatekeeper, this is..."

"I'm here to confirm the situation in various cemeteries."

Annie, who was holding her cane and shotgun in a daze, heard the voice beside her, and finally woke up from her stupor. She subconsciously raised her head and looked in the direction of the sound.

A woman in a black priestly robe stands on the path.

Her skin was pale, and there was a quiet but cold aura around her——Anne couldn't understand what this aura was yet, but she thought of the cold fog on the sea, and at the same time, she noticed this Large and small wounds can be seen almost everywhere on the exposed skin of the lady, but there is no blood in the wounds, like... a cracked doll.

A black cloth was wrapped around the lady's eyes.

The lady seemed to be blind, but Anne felt that the other party's "sight" was falling on her. It was a calm and gentle gaze, which passed through the thick black cloth and was staring at herself.

It took Annie a long time to recognize the lady.

The lady clearly recognized her from the start.

"I know your name is Annie," Agatha bent down, gently rubbed Annie's hair, and then her eyes fell on the shotgun and cane in the girl's hand. She was silent for two seconds, got up and walked behind her. The priest said, "The area around the mine was the first to be invaded. These cemeteries surrounding the mining area of ​​the upper city blocked a large number of monsters from flocking to the surrounding blocks."

"Almost all the cemetery guards and guards stationed around the cemetery were killed," the nun on the side said slowly, "The city guards in this area also suffered heavy losses."

Agatha listened silently, and then prayed silently.

"Gatekeeper," the black-clothed guard next to him couldn't help but say, "Now that there are many dead and injured in the city-state, we need to be alert to secondary disasters in the fields of death, fear, obsession, etc. We may need several large-scale security measures." The soul ceremony, there is no such thing as the cathedral..."

"I am acting as the archbishop temporarily, so don't worry about the funeral ceremony," Agatha said calmly, "Bishop Ivan has left, and he has a new journey."

The black-clothed guard froze for a moment, a shocked and unacceptable expression briefly appeared in his eyes, and it seemed that he didn't notice the change in Agatha's attire until this moment—

The gatekeeper took off the black coat that represented force, and replaced it with a robe that was more likely to symbolize the clergy.

This symbolizes the change of her status and responsibilities at the moment.

"Don't worry, I still shoulder the duties of the gatekeeper, and the guard force will still be under my command until a new archbishop is selected at the church headquarters, or a new gatekeeper replaces me. At that time, I may Become the official bishop of this city-state," Agatha seemed to have sharp eyesight even though she lost her eyes. She noticed the reactions of her subordinates and patiently explained, "At this stage, maintaining order in the city-state is above all else."

"It's... the gatekeeper."

The young black-clothed guard lowered his head, and after a short hesitation, he still chose to call his superior by the familiar name "Gatekeeper".

Agatha didn't pay attention to these trivial matters. She turned her gaze, and her "eyes" fell on Anne again.

"Go home," she said gently, "your mother is safe, she is waiting for you."

Anne hesitated for a moment at first, but she nodded immediately after Agatha mentioned her mother.

But just as she was about to leave with the guards, she stopped suddenly.

"Grandpa the watchman... just left with the gatekeeper," she looked up at Agatha, "ah, I mean the gatekeeper on the 'side' mentioned in the book."

Agatha frowned slightly.

Annie thought that the other party didn't believe it, so she quickly raised her hand and pointed to the path deep in the cemetery: "That's where I left..."

Agatha raised her head and looked in the direction of Annie's finger thoughtfully.

In the position of her eyes covered by black cloth, there seems to be a faint green fire.

A moment later, she lowered her head and looked into Annie's eyes.

"Do you... want to be a guardian?"

Annie was a little dazed, as if she didn't quite understand what this meant.

But after a few seconds, she seemed to have a vague reaction: "Is it like you or the caretaker grandpa?"

"It may take many years," Agatha seemed to have a smile on her face, and then shook her head lightly, "Don't think about it too much, it seems a little early for me to tell you this now—go home first Well, if you really want to become a guardian, you must at least be able to enter the most elementary church school."

Annie seemed to understand, but reluctantly handed over the shotgun and cane to the black-clothed guard next to her.

"...If you become a guardian, can you give me the shotgun and cane that guard Grandpa?"

She turned her head suddenly and looked at Agatha seriously.

A moment later ~IndoMTL.com~ Agatha nodded lightly: "... If you still think so after three years, I agree."

Anne left.

Calm once again returned to the cemetery.

"...Are you serious? That child is too young to see any potential yet. To inherit the veteran's cane, you need more than just graduating from the regular training of the Guardian..."

"She can see the guide of the world of the dead," Agatha calmly watched the path at the end of the cemetery, and said slowly, "Just like me back then."

The young black-clothed guard stopped talking.

The nun on the other side hesitated again and again, but still couldn't help looking at Agatha with some worry: "Your body, what the hell..."

"It's okay," Agatha shook her head and said softly, "something happened and the body was damaged."

(End of this chapter)