Deep Sea Embers Chapter 47: Before the icon

Nina was very happy, because it had been a long time since she had a normal meal with Uncle Duncan, exchanged information about what happened at school, and had never seen a smile on Uncle Duncan's face.

This reminded her even before, when her uncle was still ill - since losing her parents at the age of six, this father-like man has become her only relative in this world, but since four years ago In the beginning, the illness for which even the doctor couldn't find the cause turned my uncle into a different look. During this period of time... To be honest, it was difficult to endure.

Uncle is still supporting himself in school and maintaining his most basic life, but Nina can feel that all the colors about the "future" have gradually faded from this familiar and friendly shop, dissipated in the The spirits, the pills, the suspicious "friends" who dealt with the uncle in the gloomy gatherings.

She has long since hoped that life can go back to the way it was a few years ago, but even a little improvement in the situation is worthwhile.

Duncan is also very happy, because he finally has access to more information about this world, and finally touches the historical context of this world - even if it is only a part of it, it gives him a kind of pleasure to push aside the clouds.

The completely lost prehistoric "Era of Order", the "Great Annihilation" event that reshaped the order of all things, the deep-sea age that continues to this day, the anomalies and visions all over the world... These were things that he didn't know at all, or only knew a little about. At this moment, things finally have a clearer outline.

When breakfast was over, Nina got up to clean up the dishes. She had quick hands and feet and could see that she often did these housework on weekdays - no doubt, she was also cleaning up the bedroom upstairs.

A guy who is seriously ill, has a decadent life, and devotes most of his energy and enthusiasm to the cult, obviously wouldn't do these things.

But seeing the girl in front of him busy, Duncan couldn't hold back in the end. He got up and took the large tray from Nina's hand: "I'll take it for you - I'll see you struggling to go upstairs."

Nina looked at Duncan in astonishment. She was about to say something, but the latter had already strode up the stairs.

The girl could only hurriedly follow, reminding: "Uncle, be careful, the doctor said that your condition is not stable..."

"Doctor...Dr. Albert?" Duncan didn't look back, and went upstairs while searching for the corresponding impression in the memory fragments, but only a few flashed fragments, "It doesn't matter, he's up to now. I can't even figure out the cause, and the most effective medicine prescribed is painkillers."

"...Then you should also follow the doctor's advice," Nina followed Duncan up the second floor, muttering as she walked to the kitchen, "He at least knows how to stay healthy..."

Halfway through Nina's words, a flapping of wings suddenly interrupted her movement.

She and Duncan looked at the direction of the sound at the same time, and saw a shadow flash across the gap of the concealed master bedroom door.

"Uncle Duncan, something flashed past in your room!" Nina said in surprise, then stepped forward and grabbed the doorknob, "Could it be the cat next door..."

"Hey, don't..."

Duncan only had time to stop the sentence, and saw that Nina had pushed open the door that was hidden, and the pigeon hiding in the room immediately appeared in front of the two.

Ai was standing on the top of the cabinet, one paw grabbed a french fries and stuffed it into his mouth, the sudden opening of the door made the whole bird stop, it kept one paw stuffing the fries Standing there, the two mung bean eyes stared blankly at Nina and the wall on the other side.

Then it saw Duncan, flapped its wings twice, and made a loud noise: "Ah...cuck?"

Duncan's eyes jumped, and he saw a window not far away that was wide open, which was obviously Ay's escape route - and in the distance facing the window, a pier was vaguely seen bathing in in the sun.

The pigeon went to the pier and came back with some fries...

"Dove?" Nina finally reacted at this time, looking at Aye on the cabinet in surprise, "Uncle Duncan! There is a pigeon in your room!"

"I saw it," Duncan said blankly, "I don't know it."

Aye immediately threw the fries, flew over, and landed on Duncan's shoulders, shaking his head.

"Well, it flew in this morning," Duncan sighed. "It may be a pigeon raised by someone else, but it's not very smart. I gave it something and it didn't go away."

Aye listened, making a loud cooing sound.

If it wasn't for the presence of outsiders and Duncan's order before, it must have started to shout "ah, right, right" by this time.

Nina did not doubt her uncle's statement in the slightest. She just looked at the pigeon with bright eyes, then cautiously approached and asked Duncan while observing the pigeon's reaction: "Then...then you want it Can I keep it? Can I keep it?"

The girl's thoughts were all written on her face. Ai in her eyes was obviously just a beautiful and lovely white dove. Ai tilted her head and looked at Duncan, with a questioning coo in her throat.

Duncan suddenly felt that the bird understood better when he didn't speak than when he spoke...

After a moment, he pretended to hesitate before nodding: "Yes - but only if the pigeon is willing to stay, it may fly away at some time, and you don't complain when that time comes."

Nina immediately smiled and said, "Great! I knew that Uncle Duncan, you are actually a reasonable person!"

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In the central prayer room of the Deep Sea Cathedral, the city-state bishop Valentine, wearing a black background and gold-patterned priest robes, stood solemnly in front of the icon of the Goddess of Storms.

He is tall and thin, with sparse white hair, and his eyes are as calm as deep water.

The candelabra in the prayer room is burning quietly. The holy flame illuminates the room. The icon of Gormona sits high on the platform. The goddess has no face, and her head is covered with black veil. The long skirt with many waves and ripples hangs down from her body to the edge of the platform - although it is only a stone statue, the power of divinity is still manifested here. The whole statue exudes a strong sense of existence, as long as it is standing Around the icon, you can feel a vague feeling of being watched and sheltered.

This feeling of being watched and sheltered is real, and it is under this kind of watch and shelter that Fanna, who came to discuss matters with the bishop, can feel at ease and boldly put all the pictures she sees in her dream. speak out.

"...If you see it well in your dreams, it is indeed the Lost Homes."

The city-state bishop Valentine turned around and looked at the young judge who came to him early in the morning-although from the perspective of the church's priesthood, the judge in charge of force and the city-state bishop in charge of ceremonies were equal. However, when it comes to the study and judgment of extraordinary events, it is normal for the judge to ask the bishop for advice or even guidance.

"Is that really the Lost Home?" Although she already had the answer in her heart, after hearing the Bishop's judgment, Fanna couldn't help but widen her eyes, "I thought..."

"You thought that ship was just a legend now, like all the ghost ship legends that nervous sailors brag about in the tavern?" Valentine knew what Vanna wanted to say~IndoMTL. com~ The old man with sparse white hair shook his head and said in a deep voice, "The existence of the Lost Homeland is a fact recognized by all city-states and churches, it is not a legend, but something that can be found in the church dossier. "

"I know that, the Lost Country did exist. The city-state archives in Pland can even find some construction drawings and start-up files of the ship more than a century ago, but all of these are practical and possible. The information I've looked up is limited to the homeless or a ship sailing in the real world, to when Captain Duncan was a human..."

Fanna spoke with a serious tone. She looked at the icon behind the bishop, and her expression became more and more cautious when she mentioned certain words.

"The point is that the ship is clearly documented to have crashed into the warp... A century ago, thousands of fugitives from the Thirteenth Isle of Visseran witnessed the ship and their homeland. They were swallowed up by the collapse of the frontier and fell into the shadow of the warp. In the decades since then, although there have been eyewitness reports of seeing the Homeless reappearing in the real world, there is no real evidence. Many scholars have doubts about the ship's 'return'..."

While speaking, the young Inquisitor looked at the old man in front of him.

"Things swallowed by the warp can really reappear in the real world?"

"...So far, nothing other than Homeless has returned to reality after falling into the warp. Even for Homeless, there are only witness reports after the event. Scholars from all walks of life are concerned about the ship. There is doubt about the return flight, this is indeed a fact, but it is not the key..." The old man said, his eyes suddenly fell on Fanna, with a strange seriousness on his face, "The key is, Judge, are you there? What are you afraid of?"