Deep Sea Embers

Compared to Fanna's bewilderment at the moment, Pope Helena's attitude was always indifferent, with a smile on her face, and there was even a little joy in that smile.

However, Fan Na couldn't be happy at all - and couldn't be more "reasonable"!

"I think... this incident was too sudden," the young lady judge racked her brains to think, she had no idea why the topic suddenly turned to this evil direction, and she was trying her best to keep her logic up to date Excessive speed, "I understand the need to establish communication with the Lost Home, but I think this should be done step by step, and if it's just for communication, we already have a communication channel now, that Captain Duncan..."

"He will visit you in the dream, or talk to you through the mirror, right?" Helena interrupted Fanna's words in a gentle voice, "I know, you mentioned it in the report."

"That……"

"That's not enough," Helena shook her head with a smile, "It's just a 'conversation', a private conversation between Captain Duncan and you. This kind of communication is neither special nor binding. The Internet is the official channel between the Deep Sea Church and the Lost Home, Fanna, you should understand the difference."

Fan Na's lips twitched a few times, thousands of words surged in her throat, but she didn't say anything in the end.

She has confirmed that this is not a joke, and it is not a whim arrangement by the "Advocate of God" in front of her. From Helena's attitude and eyes, Fanna has noticed something well thought out, and...something she is currently temporarily Feelings that are still incomprehensible.

After a while, she suddenly asked, "Goddess' will?"

"You can take it that way—if it makes you feel better."

"...I understand." Fan Na took a light breath, and finally calmed down her emotions completely, and she returned to her usual serious appearance, bowing her head solemnly, "Then I will obey this arrangement. "

"Let's go and have a rest first." Helena nodded lightly. "There are still many things to do tomorrow."

Fan Na bowed her head again to accept the order, then turned and left the room.

Seeing the tall figure of the young judge disappearing outside the door, Helena took a long time to look away, then she suddenly smiled, and shook her head helplessly: "This child... didn't even ask me what I planned to do. How did you send her to that ship and pretend to be calm..."

A calm and majestic voice sounded from the side at this moment, interspersed with the crackling and popping of flames: "I'm also curious about how you plan to send her to the Lost Country."

In front of the full-length mirror in the corner of the room, the flames on several candlesticks suddenly turned dark green, and the faint light of the fire illuminated the mirror surface. There was a deep darkness in the mirror, and among the rapidly spreading illusory flames, Duncan's figure emerged from the dark depths. Chu walked out, quietly watching Helena standing in the room.

Helena didn't look back, even when she heard Duncan's voice behind her, she still stared out the window quietly: "Ah, you really are watching."

"I can't help it, your abacus is so loud that the beads all jumped on my face."

"...What is the abacus?"

"This is a subspace joke." Duncan said solemnly. After such a long time, he has long been accustomed to the rhythm of occasional nonsense when talking to people. Observing other people's confused reactions is his biggest part in this process. Happy, but as for how the other side imagined it later...

Anyway, usually when he says anything to people in this world, the opposite side will make random guesses.

Helena wisely didn't ask any further, she still didn't look back, and restrained her emotional changes, her tone was always flat and gentle: "Although you shouldn't need it, I'd still like to introduce myself ——Helena, one of the servants of the Storm Goddess Gomona, I am very happy to chat with you."

"Duncan Abu Normar, the captain of the Lost Home," Duncan said casually, "I like honest communication, so let's be honest—what is your purpose, or what does the Deep Sea Church want to do?"

"We are only focused on maintaining the order of the civilized world and responding to all disturbing changes in the world," Helena replied flatly, "You should have heard what I said to Fanna just now, this world Something was going on--in fact, it was far worse than I'd told her.

"Many shadows are approaching our reality dimension. The abnormality of vision 001 may be just the beginning, and the sabotage actions of missionaries in Pland may be part of another big conspiracy. In the north, some city-states have heard The disturbing news is that on the frontier, the 'veil' is becoming increasingly unstable, that border collapses are happening more and more frequently inside the borders of civilization, and that of all these changes, the Lost Homeland may be the only one There is hope for communication through rational means.

"We hope to establish a stable and effective communication with you. Just like you want to know the purpose of the Church of the Deep Sea, we... also want to know about the Lost Home. In this case, why not build a bridge?"

Duncan frowned: "So, you all confidently arranged for Fanna to be the bridge—the idea is very good, but how do you know that I will agree?"

"You paid close attention to her and helped her, and judging from your expressed intentions, you are also very interested in today's civilized world," Helena said, "You have regained your reason and humanity, and you have The need to reconnect with the civilized world, in my opinion, Fanna is very suitable for this role—or would you trust the 'strange messenger' randomly selected by the Church of the Deep Sea?"

"...Indeed, Fanna is at least my 'acquaintance'. From your point of view, sending her here can ensure the safety of the courier to the greatest extent possible," Duncan said slowly, "But even so, you really don't have to worry about sending her here." Will Fanna's behavior of sending her to the Lost Homelander become a sheep and a tiger's mouth? Given the good reputation my ship and I have in the civilized world, it seems more reasonable for your behavior to be regarded as a bloody sacrifice if it is made public. .”

Helena was silent for a few seconds, and finally turned around slowly, staring at the mirror where green flames were floating.

"So, this matter will not be made public. After all, except for the Puland people, most people in this world can't talk about the Lost Country without changing their faces. Fanna will become a secret envoy. , the people who know about this matter will be limited to the top leaders of the Church of the Deep Sea and a small number of city-state rulers—or those who know when the situation requires it.”

Helena raised her eyes and stared at Duncan's figure in the mirror.

The shivering and distorted starlight filled her field of vision.

"As for what you said about 'sheep entering the tiger's mouth'... I'm not worried."

The indescribable flowing starlight is constantly agitating on the surface of the mirror, as if trying to break free from the fragile glass, showing a sense of contraction and wriggling. Fine black cracks spread from the edge of the mirror, filling the entire room, and a deep and chaotic roar The sound filled the mind, and every roar seemed to be mixed with infinite knowledge from the subspace.

"I can hear your voice, and your voice is full of calm reason. I believe that you have indeed regained your humanity. This humanity is the proof that you stand in the camp of civilized order."

The mirror seemed to turn into a vortex in the field of vision. The starlight giant in the mirror had completely lost its shape. What Helena saw was only endless starlight, and the fragmented light and shadow exploded in her mind, but in the next second, another There were gentle waves sounding in her mind, reshaping her thinking that was on the verge of disintegration.

"You are friendly and reliable. My god has given guidance, and I believe in my god unconditionally. He ordered me to cooperate with you, so I will act like this."

The creeping starlight in the mirror overflowed, and a flowing light and shadow stretched and agitated in the air, swinging slowly in front of Helena, as if observing the prey, and as if sniffing the breath in the room. The light and shadow formed by variable starlight approached less than half a meter in front of Helena, and the tiny light spots seemed to be filled with countless eyes.

Duncan carefully observed the expression on Helena's face through the mirror, trying to analyze the true intentions of the deep sea pope from the details of his words and deeds. In the end, he found that the eyes of the other party were only calm and honest.

After a long time, he looked away.

"The agreement is reached, I will reserve a place for Fanna on the Lost Home, but correspondingly, being on the Lost Home means becoming my crew member, and she will abide by strict rules, and her priority will even be higher. As for her position in the church, I want you to understand that."

He tried to speak in a staid and authoritative manner, making the matter seem businesslike.

But in reality, I couldn't be happier.

Since a long time ago, he has been thinking about Fanna's fate with the Lost Homelander. At that time, he planned how to trick this high-ranking clergyman into being a thug on the ship, but there was no suitable opportunity or reason. I didn't expect this opportunity to fall from the sky like this.

The Deep Sea Church needs a formal communication channel to understand the intentions of the Lost Home, which can alleviate their anxiety. The Lost Home also needs a bridge to communicate with the church forces in the civilized world, which will help Duncan's future activities. It's a happy event.

"I understand," Helena nodded slowly, "Then, the agreement is reached."