Deep Sea Embers Chapter 96: Watch

In the homeless captain's room, Duncan slowly opened his eyes, who was sitting by the window with his arms crossed and his eyes closed.

He glanced at the familiar room furnishings, sensed the condition of his body, and breathed a sigh of relief.

Now, he has transferred his main consciousness to the homeless ship again, and the body left in the Perland city-state is left in the antique shop, and he is controlling the body to clean up the first floor. store and hang the rest sign on the door.

Duncan in the captain's dormitory slowly stood up from the chair and looked at the desk not far away while moving his hands and feet. He saw Ai the pigeon strolling around the edge of the desk, and the sun mask that had been sent here before was Still lying on the table quietly, in the afterglow of the sunset pouring in through the window, the golden surface of the mask glowed with psychedelic colors, as if illusory flames were flowing in its golden lines.

Manager Duncan in front of the antique shop hung up the wooden sign for the evening break, turned to greet a neighbor who was just returning home, with a faint smile on his face, he talked with the "old neighborhood" With today's weather, and the recent business situation.

In front of the antique shop, his expression was a little stiff and his speech rate was a little slow, but the neighbors did not have any doubts - a bad gambler who was addicted to alcohol not long ago is now living a serious life, which is enough to make people feel Surprised, in contrast, a little delay in response is nothing at all. Where can people who have been ruined by alcohol go to their spirits?

In the captain's dormitory, a smile appeared on Duncan's face. After controlling his "remote interaction shell" to complete a social attempt, he picked up the sun mask on the table.

There are still many things to do in the Prand city-state, but not everything can be done overnight, especially after nightfall, the city-state has a strict curfew system, and your human body is best left in the store at night. , in case it is noticeable - the time after the evening is best left to the "ontology" of the Lost Country.

He was going to take this time to study the mask he had obtained from the Sun Priest.

The mask was cold in hand, and it seemed to be made of pure metal. It was heavy and had a lot of weight.

Looking at the golden object in his hand, Duncan's mind suddenly became active. The first thing he thought about was whether this thing was pure gold - if so, then after researching it, he would melt the thing and talk about it. I might be able to sell it for a lot of money...

Although he has no financial pressure on the city-state for the time being, money can never be too much in human society. What if it will be used in the future?

Those sun cultists have a variety of wools, they can be used for intelligence, they can be reported in exchange for bounties, and they can get extraordinary items that are related to them. Of course it is normal to process it a little and sell it...

This is called three-dimensional development, sustainable wool.

After thinking for a moment in his mind, Duncan suddenly touched his chin and sighed thoughtfully: "The Sun Cultists are full of treasures..."

Ai, who was walking, suddenly stopped, tilted her head and glanced at Duncan, and made a sharp female voice: "Be a person, be a person!"

"You are not qualified to speak to me," Duncan glared at the pigeon, then rubbed his fingertips, preparing to summon the fire of the spirit body, first "clean up" the mask from the inside out, After you master the permissions, "test" them in depth.

A cluster of faint green flames ignited at the fingertips. Duncan was about to introduce the flame into the mask, but suddenly heard a vague voice, the voice was faint and ethereal, as if it was whispering in his heart:

"...instead, it may link them to the Lost Homes..."

Duncan stopped suddenly.

He looked at the pigeon beside him: "Did you hear anything?"

The pigeon thought about it, flapped its wings and sang out of tune to the extreme: "Listen to the voice of the sea crying ~ lamenting who was hurt again~"

"Stop, stop... I shouldn't have asked you!" Duncan hurriedly held the pigeon down, thinking that his communication with the bird was a quantum state, and nothing he said or listened to could be measured. That's right, and after holding the pigeon down, he immediately focused his mind and tried to track the brief "perception" that emerged in his heart when the "whisper" sounded just now.

He's pretty sure that he didn't have hallucinations just now! I'm sure I definitely heard a voice just now, a young and quiet female voice!

At the same time as the voice sounded, he also vaguely sensed a "connection", which was much weaker than the connection between him and the "remote body", but it definitely existed!

Duncan put the matter of the golden mask aside for the time being, and glanced at the spirit flame that was still burning quietly at his fingertips.

That weak connection also seems to be based on the burning of fire.

He closed his eyes slightly, feeling the "pointing sense" that the flame brought him. In the darkness that followed, he seemed to see a faint light emerging in front of him.

The faint light was vaguely a "window", and there seemed to be a figure shaking in the window, but he couldn't see clearly, and he couldn't hear the situation on the opposite side of the window.

But even so, Duncan also sensed the guidance of the flames - he opened his eyes, followed the direction of the faint light in the darkness, and suddenly saw a side hanging beside the door. Mirror.

It's just an ordinary oval mirror with a quaint and dull wooden frame. It's not an extraordinary item, just like what many ordinary people use at home.

But Duncan could sense that his flames now needed a medium to reinforce the faint connection that had suddenly been established—reminiscent of the blurry vision he saw in the dark and the vaguely perceived orientation, a mirror perhaps just fit.

The mirror, which occupies a very important position in many occult rituals, is regarded as a symbol of "insight" and can also be used to extend the perception ability of the mind to observe the otherwise invisible and unknowable the truth.

Duncan came to the mirror and touched the flame in his hand to the mirror.

The green fire of the spirit body is like running water, rippling on the glass mirror, and a light and shadow channel with a slight green light is instantly established. The next second, the shimmering window that Duncan saw in the dark It appears on the mirror surface very clearly!

He leaned over curiously.

In the light curtain of slightly rippling light, he saw a room illuminated by lights. There was an unusually tall lady standing near the window. She was reading something in the afterglow of the sky, and she didn't seem to notice at all. There was a gaze looking through the glass next to her, observing the scene in the room.

Fanna's eyes swept across the document, confirming the contents word by word.

This is a circular negotiated and drawn up by the bishops of each city-state, and is personally reviewed and approved by the Pope who sits in the Cathedral of Storms. The negotiation process of the circular is completed remotely in the state of psychic resonance, and the whole process is carried out by the goddess Watch and shelter to ensure that the text on the notice will not be disturbed by any anomalies or visions during the drafting process.

This extremely special notification document has only one function: to inform every voyager who sails on the boundless seas that a high-level anomaly has escaped the control of the civilized world.

This is necessary~IndoMTL.com~ Anomalies that run out of control in the boundless sea will not disappear from the eyes of the world forever. Although the deep sea will swallow everything, it will never swallow the "anomalies" that fall into it, those who are out of control. The anomalies often wander on the edge of the civilized world in a more bizarre and unpredictable way, chasing like wolves wandering around the ranch, threatening the safety of the voyagers. Almost every year, there will be sailors on voyages. And die.

As the custodian and sealer of anomalies, each church should inform all captains who may encounter it after the anomaly under its own name is out of control - no one thinks this will damage the Holy See's " face” because that is the duty and duty of the church.

Timely notification of the out-of-control situation may save a ship that unfortunately encounters anomalies one day in the future, or allow an out-of-control anomaly to be resealed and contained.

Under normal circumstances, this kind of notification would be sent to the port unit within 24 hours of the out-of-control event, but this notification involving "Anomaly 099" was a little later.

Because this out-of-control incident not only involves anomalous 099-Puppet Coffin, but also anomaly 005-Homeless.

The pope and bishops must carefully consider the content of the document to ensure that the information is disclosed accurately without attracting the attention of the Lost Homes when people read the document.

With a sinking face, Fanna read the document word by word, checking whether the words in the document conform to the sacred and invisible prayer structure, and whether it can avoid the gaze of the ghost captain of the Lost Homes.

And on the window glass beside her, in a gap of light and shadow that neither she nor the regional bishop could detect, Duncan was poking his head hard at the contents of the document.

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