Deep Sea Embers Chapter 439: Suggestion from the captain


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Duncan changed to a more comfortable position, and leaned back on the back of the sofa. His eyes passed through the gaps between the criss-crossed bandages on his face, and he looked at the priestess in front of him with a half-smile.

"Now that you know who I am, how do you feel about it," he said with a smile, "From the perspective of the Church of Death—you should report this matter immediately."

Agatha opened her mouth and was speechless for a long time. After another half a minute, she smiled wryly and spread her hands: "You put me in a very awkward position..."

"But you really should report everything that happened here to the church immediately," Duncan put away his smile, and his tone finally became serious, "Prand is the first, and Frost is the second—the gang The cultists have indeed caused a lot of trouble in the past years, but troubles of this scale have never appeared so densely, and don't forget, except for the two city-states that were almost destroyed, the sun above our heads— —Vision 001, there have also been disturbing changes recently."

Agatha immediately got rid of the embarrassment. After being reminded by Duncan, her expression gradually became serious: "...you mean, there are connections between these events?"

"I don't know—don't be so surprised, I'm not an omniscient being," Duncan said casually, "But I have a habit. When various small probability events happen one after another, I tend to think that they It is a 'harbinger' of a larger system that is gradually going wrong. Although the things done by the cultists in the two city-states seem to be unrelated, have you ever considered why they can be successful in the near future? There are so many large-scale heresy sacrifices, how many of them have successfully made a noise?"

Agatha fell into deep thought, her expression gradually becoming serious.

"Report, all," Duncan said softly, "don't miss any clues—let the smart minds think about it."

"I understand, I will report the truth," Agatha nodded solemnly, and then "looked at" Duncan with special emphasis and said, "All."

"I'm looking forward to the reaction of the Church of Death," Duncan exhaled softly, as if letting go of a worry, "It's not good to delay."

Afterwards, the living room fell into a moment of silence, as if everyone was lost in their own thoughts (except Alice), and after an unknown amount of time, Agatha suddenly broke the silence: "I It's time to go back."

"Won't you stay longer?" Duncan said, "In this situation, you have countless things to worry about when you go out, and there are not many opportunities to hide here."

"That's why I have to go back as soon as possible," Agatha shook her head, "There are countless problems in the city-state that need to be resolved, not only the church, but the situation in the city hall is also a mess - if I stay quiet again, Then no one can preside over the situation.”

"Is it a mess..." Duncan repeated thoughtfully, and then suddenly asked a question, "Do you think that with Frost's current remaining organization and manpower, you can really recover in a short time? Is there order in the whole city?"

Agatha was stunned for a moment, as if she didn't understand Duncan's sudden question, but she nodded after a short silence: "...I will do my best."

“‘Do the best you can’—but often times, doing the best you can doesn’t solve the problem.”

"...you mean?"

"I just suddenly have a very bold suggestion," Duncan laughed, his eyes fell on Agatha, "a layman's suggestion."

When Agatha left 44 Oak Street, the sky had gradually dimmed, the power of the sun was gradually fading from the real world, and light snow was still fluttering in the sky—fine and fluttering snowflakes fell from the darkness and chaos , passing through the dim yellow halo of gas street lamps, gradually covering the deserted streets.

The guard's night watch troop passed by the intersection in the distance, the sound of the steam walker's creaking footsteps occasionally broke the silence on the street, the bells that alternated between day and night were wafting in the distance, and the sound of the small church on the corner came in the evening wind organ sound.

The scarred city-state licks its own wounds in the night.

The cold wind passed through the streets and alleys, rolling Agatha's hair and skirt. She stretched out her hand on the street where the snow was fluttering, and tilted her head slightly: "It's still snowing."

Fan Na, who sent her out, turned her eyes curiously: "Can't you see the snowflakes?"

"I can't see—but I can feel it," Agatha said softly, "There are a lot more things in my field of vision now, but there are also a lot less things. It takes a long time to get used to."

She slowly withdrew her hand, and a smile suddenly appeared on her face: "But the good news is that I don't feel the cold wind anymore, because no matter how thick the clothes I wear, how many stoves I light Fire, I feel that this world...is as cold as ice."

"...Sorry, it's hard for me to imagine this feeling."

"Oh, don't worry about it, actually it doesn't bother me very much," Agatha smiled, and slowly clenched her fists, and with the gathering of strength, her "scars" that criss-crossed all over her body A little green flame gradually emerged in the middle of her body, and the flame flowed in her body like blood, "This way, it will be better."

Fan Na was silent for a few seconds: "If the captain knows that you use the flame you bestowed on him to keep warm, his expression will probably be wonderful."

"What kind of person is he?" Agatha put away the power of the flame, and suddenly asked curiously, "Is he usually... very strict or scary?"

"How do you feel? You have been in contact with him twice."

"I feel that all the information deviates from the truth. He is far more peaceful and friendly than I imagined, but... maybe I should call him more, I don't know if I should refer to it according to ordinary people's standards Measure a being like him. I know he was a human, but the warp...you know what I mean."

Fan Na thought for a few seconds, then shook her head slightly: "Actually, I haven't followed him for a long time, and I probably can't give you a clear answer, but I can tell you that I had similar concerns with you— —And the final result is that the Cathedral of the Storm made the decision to arrange me, the Inquisitor, to board the Lost Homeland. Just like Captain Duncan chose to believe that a 'fake' would have humanity, we also believe...or, are willing to believe , the humanity of Captain Duncan, after all..."

She stopped suddenly, raised her head and looked up at the snowy sky, and after a while she whispered as if she was talking to herself: "After all, this world is too cold, if we don't believe in hope anymore , then the only thing left in this boundless sea is the cold wind."

Agatha didn't speak for a while.

Fan Na suddenly asked after a few seconds of silence: "What do you think of the captain's suggestion?"

Agatha pondered for a while before speaking with a complicated expression: "Let the sea fog fleet enter the city... To be honest, I don't even know if this will restore order to the city-state, or will it bring more Great confusion—you have lived in this city for a while, and you should be very clear about what the Sea Mist Fleet means to most Frost people..."

"For most Purande, the Lost Homeland is also scary - but believe me, after a terrible catastrophe, people's 'receptivity' will really reach a kind of exaggerated From the perspective of the group, the yearning for a stable life will overwhelm many concerns.”

"Longing for a stable life..."

Agatha said softly, through this body that had lost all vitality, she felt the coldness of this snowy night, but for some reason, she thought of another thing.

Fifty years ago, when the great uprising broke out, it seemed to be snowing too.

"I will discuss this matter carefully with the officials of the city hall," she seemed to have made up her mind, she turned to Fan Na and said, "From a personal point of view, I will support this matter."

"We all hope that everything is well." Vanna said.

"Yes, we all hope that things are going well."

Agatha repeated, and then she waved her hand, and walked towards the steam car parked on the street with the church emblem hanging on it.

But just a few steps away, she stopped suddenly.

"Is there anything else?" Fan Na asked curiously.

"Some...personal questions, I hope I don't seem too offensive," Agatha turned her head, her expression seemed a little strange, and asked hesitantly, "You...really once jumped off a cliff, cut off Did you return safely after killing your heir?"

Fan Na was stunned for a moment, her eyes became strange: "Why do you ask this all of a sudden?"

"I don't know, but this question just popped up in my mind." Agatha looked a little embarrassed, "I feel like I heard rumors about this at some point... Sorry, if this question makes you You are unwell, I..."

"It's nothing like this happened." Fan Na relaxed her expression and waved her hands with a smile, "but the real situation is different from the rumors - I actually stepped on the ground accidentally while walking~ IndoMTL.com~ I fell off the edge of a cliff, and when I landed, I just killed a deep-sea pollutant that was washed ashore for some reason. It was not a real 'child', let alone beheaded, and I don't know why it was spread. Like this."

Agatha opened her mouth slightly—even though her eyes were blindfolded, her expression still showed a "stunned" look.

"Then... are you alright?" the gatekeeper lady subconsciously said.

"Actually, it was a bad fall." Fan Na smiled embarrassedly, then patted her chest again, and made a strong posture, "But fortunately, I am a sports student, so I drank hot water when I got home. Just lie down for two days and you'll be fine."

Agatha: "...?"

Miss Gatekeeper was shocked.

Fan Na was a little confused: "Why do you have such an expression?"

"...You Prand's sports students are daunting."


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