Deep Sea Embers Chapter 287: Frost, death, and night flight

Frost is a very cold place. Eighty percent of the time of the year, this city-state is bathed in the turbulent cold wind of the Cold Sea—the cold air blows from the frozen sea farther north. Blowing continuously, whistling and blowing across the frosty towering city walls and steep coastal cliffs, this coldness made many people flinch.

However, Frost is also the largest city-state in the entire Lenglie Sea. Despite the cold, the center of this huge island has the most abundant reserves of boiling gold mines in the northern region, which are the most important raw materials for steam cores. It can be regarded as the industrial foundation of today's era. The industrial system built around the boiling gold mine supports the operation of this northern city-state, bringing it endless wealth and prosperity.

And death.

Frost, on the edge of the mining area, at the entrance of the city-state cemetery, a black steam car has not been turned off. The coffin was lifted out of the car, and another tall and thin figure in a black robe stood beside the car. The entire face of this figure was hidden in the shadow of the wide-brimmed top hat, and where the shadows intersected, one could see Bandage after bandage.

A few steps away, a shriveled old man with a slightly hunched body, whose whole body seemed to be shrouded in a low shadow, stood by the entrance of the cemetery, watching indifferently the people who brought the corpses to work.

The corpse deliverers from the Church of Death were exceptionally silent. They did not make any noise during the process of moving the coffin, except for the occasional slight knocking sound, which made the already gloomy cemetery even more eerie and dead.

After an unknown amount of time, the shady old man guarding the cemetery finally broke the silence: "The cause of death?"

"Falled and fell into the machine shaft," said the tall and thin figure wrapped in bandages. It turned out to be a slightly hoarse female voice, sounding very young. "Dead on the spot, not yet baptized. The specific situation is in It’s on the handover document, you can read it yourself.”

"How long will you stay?" The old man's expression and tone remained unchanged, as if he was discussing a stone that was about to be moved into his room.

The tall and thin figure covered in bandages quietly glanced at the sullen old man.

"I wish it were as simple as you make it out to be, Agatha," muttered the watchman, "I can't guarantee that no corpses will come out of that garden, but my colleagues and I will keep watch' The cemetery is much bigger than your big garden."

"I don't mind - because you don't understand at all."

"The living are finally gone. I'm really used to the silence in the cemetery."

"It's really long." The guard snorted through his nose, and looked up at the gate of the cemetery next to him. This dark carved iron gate stood like a cold and sharp thorn under the light and night , and on the opposite side of the gate that symbolizes the separation between life and death, you can vaguely see many mortuary tables, the wide paths between the mortuary tables, and the shadowy tombstones and huts deeper in the depths.

The guard and the priestess in white called "Agatha" also walked into the cemetery and came to the mortuary table.

Agatha's deep and hoarse voice of prayer echoed in the noisy cemetery, gradually blending into the deep night.

Muttering, she grabbed her reliable double-barreled shotgun and walked slowly towards her watchman's hut on the edge of the morgue.

"The dead can't take the place of the living," the man in bandages shook his head, "For the dead who died with a 'clean and innocent' death process, four days is enough to calm the soul. "

The five corpse bearers took out Bartok's charm - an octagonal metal emblem with a door-like relief in the center that symbolizes the door of life and death. They placed the charm on the four corners of the coffin , recited a short prayer in unison, and then stepped back half a step.

The old man shook his head, bent down and grabbed the double-barreled shotgun, turned around and left slowly.

His appearance was illuminated by the light of the gas street lamp.

"We are sailing north, and our destination is Frost." On the deck of the Lost Home, Duncan found Fanna who was staring at the distant sea in a daze, and stepped forward to greet her, "I see you have been watching Staring into the distance in a daze, I guess you are curious about the course of this ship."

"Of course, Frost is most famous for half a century

The previous rebellion - Frost doesn't mind if someone discusses this, right? "

"Sleep, sleep well, it's hard to sleep so well when you're alive," the old guard muttered, "Your family will come to greet you tomorrow morning, according to the rules, say goodbye to them , and then leave with peace of mind, the world of the living is actually not so good..."

After a while, the old man came out of the hut again. This time, he had something extra in his hand.

After a while, the ceremony ended, and Agatha turned her head to look at the cemetery guard: "It's done."

"May the favor of Bartok, the **** of death, take care of your soul, and restore your peace in the last three days of this world..... Your karmic debts with this world are all canceled today, lost one, you Can travel lightly..."

Agatha then stepped forward. She took off her narrow-brimmed top hat and stared at the coffin on the mortuary table in the cold wind.

"There is still no evidence to prove that the dead in the city-state are really 'resurrected,' and several current reports are contradictory, but even if it is only a short-lived recovery of the 'restless' phenomenon, it is worthy of vigilance," The bandaged woman shook her head, "So keep an eye on your cemetery. As for the affairs in the city-state, the church and the city hall will take care of it."

The cold night wind blew across the cemetery, the rows of mortuaries and the carved iron fences on the edge of the cemetery. The bright old guard stood at the door, watching the direction in which the hearse was leaving, and took it back for a long time. In sight, he tightened his clothes in the cold wind.

"Three days," he replied briefly, "three days to purify the soul, and then send it to the melting pot."

"...Okay."

....I don't know much about Frost. I only know that the main belief here is Bartok, the **** of death, but there are also some believers who believe in the Goddess of Storms. The local industry of Frost seems to be very developed. The entire city-state The biggest economic pillar is the boiling gold mine..."

"Frost?" Fan Na was a little surprised. I was indeed guessing the next itinerary of the Lost Home, but I didn't expect that Captain Duncan would take the initiative to mention this matter to me, "Why Frost? What happened over there? Is something wrong?"

Layers of bandages covered her whole body, even covering most of her face. Only in the places where the bandages were not covered, she could still see some delicate and feminine frontal lines. She had dark brown slightly curly long hair. Her hair was scattered behind her head, and there was only peace and compassion in the same dark brown eyes.

Only one small headstone remains in the cemetery for them - very small, and will soon be piled deep with more headstones.

"It's not just because of this reason, is it?" The vicious guard raised his eyes, and his withered yellow front eyeballs quietly watched the "bandaged man" wearing a thick white coat in front of him, "Are you worried about the corpse getting up?" ——Just like the recent rumors.”

"I, the 'gatekeeper, the pacification ritual I personally performed should have some effect," Agatha said lightly, and then put on the dark narrow-brimmed top hat again. She nodded to the cemetery guards, Then he led the corpse delivery people towards the exit of the cemetery, "It's time for us to leave."

"The reason is that Maurice received a letter, a letter from a deceased friend," Duncan came to the edge of the deck, leaning on the railing on the ship's side with both hands, looking at the endless sea under the night in the distance, " But more because I became interested there.”

"In a sense, Frost is my 'hometown,'" Duncan said with a smile, "although I don't have the concept at all."

The leaders of Bartok are gone,

The dark steam car gradually drifted away in the night until the taillights gradually merged into the night of the city.

The corpse bearers carried the coffin into the cemetery. These silent figures in black walked around the path of the cemetery like corpses. On the platform, he then stood at the four corners of the coffin, ready to perform the appeasement ceremony of Bartok, the **** of death.

The guard with a sinister temperament stood aside and watched the ceremony indifferently ~IndoMTL.com~ He did not know when he had a heavy-looking double-barreled shotgun in his hand, and the handguard of the shotgun was faintly visible. On the front, you can see the octagonal emblem symbolizing Bartok, the **** of death.

A large pink-white flower picked from nowhere.

They die

Go, was temporarily sent to the cemetery, and gradually calmed down under the watchful eye of Bartok, the **** of death. The sins of life turned into smoke and dust in the sky, the good deeds of life were melted into the neighing of steam pipes, and a little residue was scattered on the land of the city-state, leaving no residue in the world.

"Are you interested?"

Fan Na paused at this point, then subconsciously glanced at the direction of the cabin.

He came to the latest coffin, picked up a stone from the side, and pressed Xiaohua to a corner of the mortuary table.

"I hope your prayers will be effective," the watchman raised the double-barreled shotgun in his hand, "although I trust my 'old partner' more."

The night wind blows across the path, blowing the soft petals and trembling in the wind, and on the rows of mortuary tables in the distance, you can see the same flower in an inconspicuous corner. little flower.

This is a cemetery, but for most of the corpses sent to the cemetery, this is not their long-term resting place-except for a few long-term graves with ordinary meanings, the dead are here only temporarily Staying here, from city-state officials to traffickers and pawns, no one can bypass the rules here.