Deep Sea Embers Chapter 363: Martha

"Crack!"

The document in his hand was slapped on the table, and Liszt suddenly stood up from behind the desk—in fact, he almost jumped up—the defense commander of the port area stared at the man in front of him. Subordinate: "Say it again?! What happened to Dagger Island?!"

"Dagger Island.....Dagger Island is gone!" The soldiers who came to deliver the news stuttered a little. Obviously, even as a well-trained soldier, he couldn't control himself in this situation "Just now, we observed a series of explosions on Dagger Island. It seems that the last remaining people on the island detonated various facilities... Afterwards, the fleet performing security missions on the nearby sea watched helplessly. The island quickly sank and disappeared into the sea.

"Those fleets were not affected?" Liszt frowned immediately, feeling that something was wrong.

"No," the soldier shook his head, "Dagger Island's sinking process hardly caused any changes in the sea level, and the report from the front said...that island seemed to melt silently in the sea."

The expression on Liszt's face became extremely frightening. He was silent for a few seconds, then looked up at the gatekeeper who was still standing in the office: "Ms. Agatha, in your knowledge, is there any known god?" Can spells, miracles, or paranormal items cause this phenomenon?"

"No," Agatha shook her head without thinking, "An abnormal change of this scale has gone beyond the scope of magic, and should be classified as a miracle—or some kind of vision."

"...Anyway, we are in big trouble. The investigation has not yet started, and the situation on Dagger Island has not yet been clarified. The island has disappeared in the sea. The city hall will not like this news," Liszt frowned. , knocked on the table with his fingers, and then seemed to think of something, suddenly looked up at the soldier, "By the way, what's the reaction from the Sea Fog Fleet?"

"They are still in the same position and have not crossed the offshore cordon," the soldier replied immediately, "but after the disappearance of Dagger Island, two of their fast boats approached that sea area for a short time-stopped for about a dozen Minutes, and then returned quickly."

"It sounds like they are observing the situation... It seems that this matter is also unexpected to them," Liszt said slowly, "Damn it, it looks like we have to talk to that big pirate."

"The cathedral will also take action," Agatha continued. "Now that the exploration plan for Dagger Island is meaningless, we will turn our efforts to conduct a comprehensive investigation of the city. Now the guardians We have found some clues and several possible attack points of the Annihilation Cultists, and I will personally lead the team to solve them."

"I hope you can gain something, Ms. Gatekeeper," Liszt raised his head and looked at the black-clothed priestess in front of him, "Things are getting out of control, we need the assistance of the transcendental domain more than ever, and the cathedral The progress of the investigation has been very slow."

"We will do our best."

Agatha nodded lightly, then raised her cane, and paused lightly on the floor twice. With the sound of the tip of the cane hitting the ground, her figure suddenly turned into a gray wind, and then circled directly He sank into a pale crack that had appeared out of nowhere in the floor.

Liszt looked at the place where Agatha disappeared. After the crack closed, he sighed, sat back on the chair heavily, and at the same time ordered the soldier: "Go out and close the door."

Next, he should write an "Express Letter" to the city hall as soon as possible to explain the evil things that happened at the door of the city-state.

The staff at the port of the city-state are guiding the ships to dock. Those people in black or blue uniforms are standing on the concrete pier, doing their own things in the cold wind, not very close to each other. Communication, appears silent and busy.

In a little distance away, you can see several other ships berthing. Those ships seem to have been docked here a long time ago. Only a few people can be seen on board. Their loading, unloading or supply operations It's over, maybe waiting for the next departure procedure.

In the farther part of the dock area, you can see the main road leading to the city - a wide road extending to tall buildings in the distance. And can't see many pedestrians, only occasionally

Saw some carriages hurrying across the darkening road.

Lawrence stood on the edge of the deck, looking at the city-state buildings in the distance.

This is not the first time he has come to Frost, but it has been a few years since his last visit. The long time barrier and the decline of memory after getting old make him unable to remember the city clearly. Now looking at the spiers and towers standing in the dusk in the distance, he only felt that it was very strange.

But no matter what, the White Oak finally docked safely in this city-state—even though the weather was extremely bad along the way, it did not encounter any terrible conditions such as storms.

Footsteps came from behind, the old captain turned his head and saw that it was his first mate.

"The inspection is almost over," said the first mate, "Let me ask, can you enter the city today? This way, everyone will be exhausted on the boat."

Lawrence looked up at the sky. Although the creation of the world has not yet appeared, the remaining twilight in the sky has already dimmed to the point that it is about to dissipate. There is nothing to go after disembarking, so just stay on board honestly——I will go to the Port Affairs Bureau to go through the remaining formalities later, and the rest of the people will go ashore tomorrow morning."

"Okay, I'll tell them the news," the first mate laughed, and then asked casually, "But you're going alone? Do you want to send two people to accompany you?"

"No, I've already seen the gate of the port office—it's right next to the pier," Lawrence waved his hand, and pointed to a light not far from the shore, "You guys pay attention to the port office after the inspectors leave. Check all the warehouses on the ship, especially the bilge where the holy relics are kept and several seal rooms, in case any careless guy touches the settings."

"Yes, Captain."

The first mate left, and Lawrence took a breath in the night wind. The cold wind from the northern sea poured into his lungs, making him sober up.

Then the old captain shook his head, complained a little about the bad weather here, and walked towards the stairs not far away.

A figure was standing at the stairs, arms folded in the dim light interlaced, looking at Lawrence calmly.

Lawrence stopped hesitantly, and after a moment of recognition, he hesitated to speak: "...Martha? Why are you here?"

"If I were you, I shouldn't have any extra questions at this time, but set off to leave here immediately," the female navigator with her arms folded looked at the old captain in front of her, with helplessness in her tone, "Your Your vigilance is lowered, Lawrence."

"Martha, I..." Lawrence took half a step forward subconsciously. He vaguely felt that something was wrong, but his throat was blocked by a thousand words, so he could only stretch out his hand slowly, "I'm a little Miss you...how have you been recently?"

Martha didn't answer him, the female navigator just cast a calm look, but her eyes seemed to be focused on a farther place, in the gentle sea breeze and the sound of small waves, she slowly hummed— -

"Sails are hoisted, sails are hoisted, sailors who leave home go on...

"Amidst the storm and noise, we are only one plank away from death.

"Full up the spinnaker, unfurl the mainsail, let go of the cable, hold on to the ship's side - we have come to the middle of the sea..."

Martha's voice gradually became low, and she finally stopped. She focused her eyes on Lawrence, and said softly as if she was talking to herself: "Lawrence, be careful, you have come to the middle of the sea."

Lawrence took a breath suddenly, the cold air refreshed his mind, and then, as if he remembered something, he hurriedly stretched out his hand to his chest, and fumbled in his pocket quickly but hastily.

Martha stepped forward and walked slowly towards him.

"Lawrence, why are you so old?" The female navigator stretched out her hand, her voice was hoarse and soft. As pretty as Lawrence remembered, "It's been so many years~IndoMTL.com~ hasn't it? You're not getting any younger...neither am I..."

"Martha..." Lawrence's throat squirmed, and he felt that his fingers were about to touch the small bottle, but he missed it several times.

He could almost smell Martha—the familiar smell, with a hint of lemon, her favorite aroma.

He touched the little bottle.

"Martha..."

He held it in his hand, but his feet were fixed on the deck as if they were rooted. He watched the person in his memory reach out to him, just like what he had seen in countless dreams. The familiar temperature touches the tip of his hair little by little, and he sees the person in his memory laughing again, as if he wants to tell himself a long-awaited longing...

"Martha, I'm sorry."

Lawrence clenched the medicine bottle tightly and poured the bitter potion into his mouth.

Martha disappeared.

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