Deep Sea Embers Chapter 286: Conversion
"This is your future room. The basic daily necessities are complete. If you need anything else, you can tell Alice, and she will arrange it for you if you don't forget.
"Next door is a small utility room, which you can also use freely. It can be used for prayer or meditation. You are a devout believer, so you should have a need for this.
"Don't go to the lower level, don't be curious about those locked cabins, there will occasionally be strange creaking sounds or the sound of ropes rubbing against the floor deep in this ship, don't make a fuss, just leave it alone, if there are really Something is wrong, I will handle it myself.
"When living on a ship, keep the crew rules in mind.
"Is there anything else you want to ask?"
Fan Na stood at the door of the room assigned to her, looking at the simple and normal furnishings in the cabin, she still felt a little dazed.
Ordinary beds, ordinary tables and chairs, and ordinary cabinets, everything is clean, no suspicious shadows can be seen, no blood stains hidden in the corners of the room, and no writing on the ceiling or Profane symbols on the floor—if you don't consider that this is inside the Lost Country, then this is just an ordinary cabin.
But if you have to say it, there is indeed something unusual here.
There is a special set of "Crew Rules" on the ship. There are "secret places" that are forbidden to enter deep in the cabin. The whole ship is alive, and even the ropes and buckets on the deck will often send disturbing sounds movement
——These unusual details more or less conformed to her imagination of the Lost Home.
But compared to all her imagination, those little weird things are so violent that they are harmless to humans and animals.
"Yes."
In the blink of an eye, the church disappeared, the icon disappeared, and the candlestick disappeared, and there were only countless flames left in Vanna Alice's field of vision-big or small, far or near, or high. Low or low candles filled her surroundings, jumping and burning in a dark and chaotic boundless space, like stars.
"If you want to ask anything, you can ask anytime." Shirley hurried her steps, and looked slightly sideways at Fan Na who was following her. "There are actually not many rules on this ship, and the most taboo is when sailing on the ocean." The most important thing is that the crew members are hiding something on their minds—the uneasiness and confusion in your heart will be magnified by the boundless sea, and you never know when you will become an uninvited guest.”
Nina got up and filled a bowl of steaming soup, and placed it in front of the new crew members.
In her line of sight, the flame finally began to shake gradually, and the shaking became bigger and bigger, and then at a certain moment, it suddenly burned violently, and the flame grew several times higher, while a piece of dark green light Soaring in the flames. The whole process lasted only two seconds.
"Yes, there are rumors about... the return of the dead."
"That's one of the reasons her Pope let her come on this ship," Vanna said slowly, "I need to know what the real Lost Home looks like, and I... He serves as a bridge to re-establish links with the civilized world.”
Fan Na looked at the soup bowl in front of her. During the previous conversation with Morris, she knew the "truth" of this New Year's food and the unique symbolic meaning of this dinner. She felt a slight trance in front of her eyes, but the trance disappeared in an instant.
The holy image lowered its head, and translucent, spirit-like tentacles condensed from the pale and illusory smoke, meandering out from the edge of the veil, and slowly falling in front of it.
"Please drink." Miss Doll said very politely.
"For the time being, Frost City is still very calm. The authorities seem to have blocked news about the submersible—in fact, it doesn't matter whether they block it or not. Few people know about the submersible plan half a century ago," he said. , shook his head, "Compared to this, another thing seems to have nothing to do with the submersible, but it seems to be worthy of attention."
Here comes the restaurant.
Alice raised her head, and the countless flames in her field of vision also moved slowly, and a large number of flames floated closer. Only a cluster of dim candles came to her, burning in the darkness.
"...I remember it all," Fanna nodded slowly, and said to Duncan who personally sent herself to the room, "for the time being
No more questions. "
"Oh, I understand, I can even roughly guess what the Lost Homeland you imagined before," Duncan said casually, "The first day is a lively welcome party rather than a dark and **** sacrificial ceremony, Incredible, right?"
"Yes, I will always pay attention to your condition," said, "but I hope that your spirit is really okay... For example, if you show signs of being corroded by the subspace, then "Spy Report, The Frost authorities moved the submersible to Dagger Island near the city-state, where an old marine observatory is temporarily used as a research facility for the 'fourth No. 2 submersible,'" replied, "They It appears that the hatch of the submersible has not been opened - perhaps out of caution, or perhaps awaiting higher orders."
"I understand," Duncan exhaled softly, bowed his head and said, "I will try my best to pull you back, and if the matter is really irreversible, I will try my best to let you retain your humanity Return to your country."
Tirion stood at the bow of the ship, looking at the dark and cold sea in the distance, frowning tightly.
In the Puland City-State Cathedral, Helena stood in front of the icon of the Storm Goddess, watching the burning candles at the feet of the icon.
"Very good," Duncan said lightly, "Now put your luggage away, dinner is about to start - you must be interested in participating in the deck barbecue after dinner, this is just Shirley and Nina's nonsense, but You have to attend the dinner, which is a necessary process for new members to join."
The mist returned to the goddess's veil, and the icon moved a little bit, returning to the previous appearance of intensely overlooking the world.
There are light and shadows floating slightly on the surface of the holy image, and the hard shell carved out of rock seems to have gained elasticity like a living thing. Under this thick veil, a pale and illusory aura escapes little by little.
Duncan came to his vacant seat and looked at the delicious food on the table in front of him emitting bursts of aroma under the cool light.
Fan Na silently put away her luggage, and after a little firmness, she temporarily left this huge light two-handed sword in the room.
"We have entered the cold sea, Captain," the first officer's quiet voice came through the night wind, "We will probably be able to return to the home port by this time tomorrow."
Fan Na's heart froze, she resolutely, and finally said: "Actually, it's nothing, it's just that the development of the matter is not what I imagined, and I'm a little... at a loss."
"Your courier hasn't boarded the ship yet, and was completely transformed two minutes ago. Now she is part of the Lost Country," Valentine said calmly and respectfully, looking at the tentacles, "but with As before, she still maintains her humanity and reason, and maintains a spiritual connection with the believer community.”
The countless candlelights in the darkness faded instantly, and the scene in the sanctuary also returned to its original state.
Tirian didn't look back: "Is there any news from Frost?"
"No," Nina shook her head with a pure and serious expression, "That's your fish soup."
Two illusory tentacles swung even more widely, and a series of grunts that were impossible for humans to make and recognize were mixed with the weird rustling sound.
The tentacles swayed slightly, and there was a low and strange rustling sound, mixed with the sound of gentle waves.
"Is that my fate?" She couldn't help muttering.
"Not really... the sacrificial ceremony is not that exaggerated, but the scene I imagined at the beginning is indeed not as peaceful as it is now." Duncan seemed to smile. In any case, you'd better relax a little now.
Under the light of the shaking whale oil lamp, the long table was already covered with dishes, and the steaming fish soup was placed in the most eye-catching place of the whole table. A soft creaking sound came from the depths of the cabin, like the song that the ancient expedition ship hummed when night fell.
As the night fell, the cold light of the Creation of the World hung high in the night sky.
It is quite fragrant.
When she followed Nina to the restaurant, she was silent all the way.
"Another thing?"
Ice floes occupy the surface of the sea, and menacing sharp ice fronts lurk in the sparkling waves.
Cleave the waves while sailing, and head forward in the boundless sea of ice floes.
"Well, these **** at least have the most basic caution," Tirian exhaled lightly, but his brows did not stretch at all, "Aside from that, is there any new news?"
The broken ice, big and small, seemed to be captured in the majesty of that steel battleship~IndoMTL.com~ After the Sea Fog approached, it actively spread to both sides. A path was made, and steel giants walked through it.
Each cluster of flames represents a saint, and represents the reliance of the Deep Sea Church since its heyday.
The pope watched the flames, waiting patiently.
Anyway, carrying a two-handed greatsword to a restaurant is too strange.
But her preoccupied appearance couldn't hide from Duncan's eyes.
But she stopped at the last step.
"...really transformed. "Helena couldn't help muttering softly, then raised her hand subconsciously, as if she wanted to touch the cluster of Fanna's burning flames with her fingertips.
Helena raised her head and looked at the veiled statue of the goddess overlooking the church.
The tentacles curled up and down, waiting for its opening.
The flame returned to calm, emitting a faint green color, burning dimly and silently in the darkness.
These candlesticks with intricate and exquisite decorative patterns were burning, but the flames at their tops gradually rose up in Helena's vision, and then swayed to unite, spread, and spread.
Then he was dumb, and then a smile came to the corner of his mouth.
The tentacles swayed gently, whispering anxiously, and then these illusory limbs turned into pale and thin mist again, rising into the air little by little.