Deep Sea Embers

Aiden returned to the bridge, where Tirian was waiting for him.

"The unloading process is very smooth, and it will take about an hour to transfer all the contents of the cargo hold to the port warehouse," the bald first officer reported energetically, with the strong smell of tobacco still exuding from every fold of his clothes, " The sailors who stayed on the island liked the 'souvenirs' you brought back."

"There will be a party tonight, you can join if you are interested," Tirian said casually, and then couldn't help but look at Aiden more, frowned and shrugged his nose, "You smoke and light yourself up gone?"

"...maybe a little too much," Aiden touched the tip of his nose in embarrassment, "tobacco from Purland is always... difficult to put down."

"Pay attention, you smell like a piece of bacon now," Tirian shook his head, reminded casually, and stopped paying attention to this matter, but changed the subject, "Recently, I often hear sailors discuss cold Frost thing."

"The news has indeed spread," Aiden immediately became serious when he heard what the captain said, "The resurrection of the dead, no matter what the source of this rumor, the content of the rumor is enough to arouse the discussion among the sailors—after all, everyone Undead."

"Undead..." Tirian repeated the word softly, "Why, everyone is looking forward to being truly alive?"

"To be honest, people with a little sense know that this is impossible," Aiden shrugged, "Ordinary people may still have imaginations about this kind of topic, but the more immortal people are, the more they know that real resurrection is only a matter of life." It could be a rumor—Bartok, the god of death, exists, and his door never returns, and those of us, because our souls have been distorted and changed, can no longer pass through that door, so we stay in the world and become the so-called 'Undead', everyone is very clear about the boundary between life and death, after all, everyone wandered in front of that door when they were dying."

Tirian nodded lightly, pondered for a moment before speaking again: "Then why does this topic cause so much discussion?"

"The real resurrection from the dead won't happen, so everyone is guessing whether those so-called resuscitators are actually...'living dead'," Aiden grinned and laughed, "You know, sir Some city-states don't like the living dead, especially Frost. They even regard it as a 'curse on the open sea'. Although it is said that the debts of half a century ago should not be placed on Frost's head today, everyone I'd still be happy to see the authorities of that city-state scrambled."

Tirian raised his eyebrows: "Looking for fun? If this matter is really related to the original diving plan, then this is not just a fun."

"You're right, and I understand this very well, but at present, most ordinary sailors think it's better to have fun first, anyway, the first wave of unlucky people are Frost people, and we can talk about other things when the fun is too great," Ai Deng said, spreading his hands, "No way, that's the mentality of the undead, not to mention that this matter is related to Frost."

Tirian looked at Aiden speechlessly, and waved his hands helplessly after a while.

"...The real resurrection from the dead needs to go through Bartok's gate and return, and Frost's current mainstream belief is the God of Death. In theory, in Frost, the rules of life and death will only be stricter and more stable , now there are rumors of the return of the dead, which is very wrong," he did not continue to entangle with his first mate about "whether it is a big deal to watch the fun" or not, but put on a straight face and made the topic serious again , "I am more inclined to think that this is caused by some other extraordinary power."

"Then we have to see how the local quiet cathedral reacts," Aiden said, "I heard that the gatekeeper of the cathedral is a newcomer named Agatha, a young girl with little experience. You can't deal with trouble like this."

Tirian didn't speak. For some reason, he suddenly thought of another high-ranking priest who was also very young, but showed great strength, and could even negotiate with his terrifying father calmly many times.

Prand's Inquisitor Vanna.

If it's that terrifyingly powerful judge... It must be no problem to deal with a few small troubles of returning from the dead.

...

The slightly salty sea breeze blows head-on, carrying a chill that is not found in the central sea area.

Fan Na sat on the wooden barrel near the ship's side, looked up at the endless sea level in the distance, and saw that there was a faint mist at the end of the field of vision, and there seemed to be distant and hazy icebergs hidden in the depths of the mist.

The Lost Home has entered the Cold Sea, which is far, far away from Prand.

The young judge lowered his head and continued to carve the wood with a knife.

She's carving a new wave talisman out of seabreath wood.

Life on the Lost Country was actually countless times better than she had imagined at the beginning. All those horrible or weird things didn't happen. There was a normal routine, decent food, and a clean and independent living space. And the noisy but still interesting fellow crew members, and even from some perspectives, the living conditions on the Lost Home are better than those of ordinary ocean-going ships——

Because of Ai, the "messenger", fresh ingredients can always be replenished on board, and because there are a large number of "living" on-board facilities, the Lost Country will hardly experience any inconvenience caused by facility failures, and the biggest advantage of this ship is not that Therefore, its biggest advantage...is actually safety.

Yes, safe, it's unbelievable, but after living here for a few days, Vanna finally confirmed the unbelievable reality: no ship could be safer than this frightening ghost ship.

Because of the existence of Captain Duncan, even the subspace invaders dare not come to this ship to make trouble...

On the Lost Homelander, you can freely discuss subspace matters, and you can read any books at will. Morris asked Ai to help bring a lot of books on folklore and history from Prand, and it took a long time to read them. In order to hurry, the captain sometimes even sank the Lost Country directly into the spirit world, sailing wildly in that dark and terrifying abnormal sea area.

There would be no deep shadows coming out at all - and if something did come out, it would just become a daily diversion for the crew.

Or extra meals.

All in all, life aboard the Lost Land was not bad.

But she still needs some getting used to.

The knife scratched across the wood, carving deep dents, and the sawdust fell little by little, which gradually calmed down the slightly restless mood.

Footsteps approached from behind, and a very energetic voice suddenly sounded from the side: "Miss Fan Na, what are you doing?"

Fan Na raised her head and saw that Nina was curiously looking at the half-carved talisman in her hand, as well as several talismans already carved on another wooden barrel next to her.

"This is a talisman dedicated to Gamona, the Goddess of Storms," ​​Fan Na laughed. She knew what an amazing identity this ordinary girl in front of her had, but after getting along with her for a few days, she could no longer treat her The identity of any crew member on the ship made a lot of fuss, "Throwing the Sea Breath Wood Amulet into the sea is equivalent to completing a dedication to the goddess."

"Oh!" Nina nodded suddenly, looking at the carved amulets on the wooden barrel with surprise, "I think I heard this before in school, but this is the first time I saw it, what are you doing?" A lot!"

"Actually..." Fan Na hesitated, then she hesitated, looked into Nina's bright eyes, and then slowly opened the lid of the wooden barrel, "There are more than these."

Nina was in a daze, and looked inside the barrel with her head, and continued to be in a daze.

After a while, she raised her head and looked at the judge in front of her.

"Miss Fanna... Are you bored on the boat?"

"Not really." Fan Na's expression was a little embarrassed. She also felt that it was a bit exaggerated for her to carve a barrel of amulets in a few days. "It's just... maybe I need a little getting used to."

"oh."

Nina nodded, came to the wooden barrel again, squatted down and began to stare in a daze.

I don't know what she is thinking.

Fan Na put down a new wave amulet, and silently put away the knife.

"Miss Fanna, are you not engraving?"

"...the materials are exhausted."

"Then ask Ai Yi to bring some more?"

"It's not necessary..." Fan Na waved her hands awkwardly, but just when she was about to say something more, a strange low-pitched roar suddenly came from the direction of the sea, interrupting what she was about to say.

It sounded like something was moving below the surface and rising rapidly with a lot of air bubbles.

A creaking sound came from the direction of the mast of the Lost Home almost at the same time. In the next second, Fanna saw the sail of the spirit body above the ghost ship fine-tuning the angle at the same time, and the huge hull adjusted accordingly. Attitude and heading.

Nina ran to the side of the ship, stared wide-eyed at the distant sea, and suddenly raised her finger and shouted, "Look, look! Miss Fanna! Something is coming out!"

Fan Na looked in the direction of Nina's finger.

She saw a large expanse of rising waves and foam, irregular and chaotic water currents rising in the distance like hills, and a huge shadow gradually floated to the surface of the sea amidst the currents and foam.

High flagpoles, rusty bows and chimneys, dilapidated and damaged decks...

That's a boat.

(Shocked, there is Bai Yinmeng again... But my brain is really not working, and I am dizzy now, please let me delay for a few days this time...)