Deep Sea Embers

This time, Duncan was really stunned for several seconds before he realized what Agou meant. It wasn't that he couldn't understand the other person's words, but that he needed to digest this shocking fact.

"Are you sure?" He picked up the small piece of gray-black meat with a slight blue color from the small iron box, and pinched it again, "This thing is a part of the Youshen Holy Lord?"

"You... are you still pinching?!" Agou looked at Duncan's overly "reassuring and bold" move, and his voice changed, "Don't you feel the coercion and power it radiates?"

"No," Duncan shook his head, and then added, "Not only did I not feel it, Vanna and Morris didn't react too much—they only thought it was a little dangerous or disturbing, but they didn't have you at all. Such a big movement."

Listening to Duncan's words, Ah Gou unconsciously lowered his body, lying on the side of the table in a state of full vigilance, the bloody light in his eyes flickered on and off, and after a long time, he muttered: Voice: "It seems that it has indeed lost its vitality...or it was suppressed by you, but I can't tell the difference. I am the Youshen Demon, and I have an inseparable connection with the Youshen Lord. In my eyes... there are only endless shadows and shadows. pressure."

"It may indeed have something to do with your physique," Duncan said. He had already closed the lid of the tobacco box, and stuffed the thing into his pocket. He noticed that with his actions, Agou's The state obviously relaxed a lot, "I'll put it up first, you might feel better."

"Thank... thank you, Captain," Agou finally shivered a little, stood up staggeringly, but still looked at Duncan's pocket in shock, "You just said... this flesh and blood was brought from the deepest part of the Obsidian. from?"

"Yes, and from a mortal's mouth," Duncan sighed softly, and told what happened after Agou and Shirley were sent back to the Lost Home, "...just when Crystal In Barberry's mouth, we found this blood sample."

After hearing the whole story, Agou's astonishment was beyond words.

It raised its head and looked at Shirley, then it didn't speak for half a minute, and then it took an unknown amount of time before Shirley smacked her lips to break the silence: "You mean...the one named Ke The captain of Risto... bit off a piece of meat from a god before he died... Is the Lord Youshen a god?"

"For mortals, there is no difference. 'Like a god' is an extremely broad concept," Agou said solemnly, shaking his head slowly, "I... still can't believe it, I can't imagine how he did it— ——A mortal doesn't even have the strength to move a single finger in front of the Holy Lord Youshen, let alone fighting and counterattack... What's more, how did he meet the Holy Lord Youshen?"

"The Obsidian has ever entered the deep sea?" Duncan frowned suddenly, "After it sank in the frosty sea, it didn't continue to sink in the real dimension, but was teleported away? Or...under the frosty deep sea, In fact, it leads to the realm of the deep demon?"

"I don't think it's possible," Agou immediately shook his head, "I've never heard of a place in the deep sea that is directly connected to the dimension of reality, and if there is a leak point between the two places, the six-year In time, the Frost City should have been torn apart by the demons gushing out—the sinking of the Obsidian was six years ago."

Duncan pondered for a while.

But now he has too little information, no matter how much he thinks and speculates, it is difficult to find a reasonable explanation.

Only one thing is certain: the piece of "flesh" brought out from the Obsidian is a very dangerous thing, it seems that it is best not to take it out casually.

Of course, he also considered whether to burn the piece of meat directly or stuff it into the main gun of the Lost Homeland and shoot it out-according to the feedback he felt after touching the piece of meat, Duncan believed that this thing should also be used as an "extraordinary" weapon. "The firewood" was burned by the spiritual fire, but after weighing it briefly, he decided to keep it first.

What if it comes in handy in the future?

While thinking, Duncan's attention fell on Agou again.

The deep hound slowed down for a while, and then consciously did not pay attention to the location of the "Holy Master's Flesh and Flesh". Now it seemed to be in much better condition.

"Are the other deep demons like you?"

"Ah?" Ah Gou didn't react immediately, "You mean..."

"All the deep demons come from the 'Holy Lord', you once told me that the habitat of a more powerful deep demon like you is even next to the 'Holy Lord'," Duncan stared at Agou's bloody eyes, "But you It was this reaction after getting close to the breath of the Holy Lord Youyou—then why do you usually live next to the Holy Lord? Are you trembling like this every day?"

Agou was obviously taken aback, probably because he didn't expect the captain's imagination to be so progressive and concrete, but after a moment of silence, it still shook its head and said frankly: "Normal deep demons... don't have me. reaction."

"Um?"

"Reason is the premise of madness," Agou sighed. "Only with wisdom can we understand fear, and only with humanity can we distinguish animal nature—I have deviated from the normal 'trajectory' of the deep demon, and I have lost the qualification to approach the deep Lord .”

Shirley on the side blinked, and suddenly realized: "Agou, did you say something very philosophical just now?!"

"Sense is the premise of madness..." Duncan ignored Shirley's bluffing, and just murmured thoughtfully, "So, you can't return to your 'hometown' now, but you can't keep in touch with Lord Youshen , you can no longer get close to the aura of the Holy Master, but you are extremely sensitive to this aura?"

Ah Gou hugged his head and sighed: "...It's almost like this."

"Then you are miserable enough."

Ah Gou's voice seemed to be about to cry: "Under normal circumstances, no one would suddenly hold a piece of the Holy Master's flesh and pinch it in front of me... This is a safe and stable dimension of reality!"

"It was my fault," Duncan apologized sincerely, "I didn't think of it before."

"Don't, don't, don't, don't apologize to me!" Agou was a little startled, and he crawled under the table a few times, "You apologize casually, maybe I was entangled in the subspace again..."

"...Okay." Duncan was stunned, with a weird smile on his face, then shook his head, turned around and prepared to leave, "Then I won't bother you for now, you can continue reading."

Shirley hurriedly got up to see her off, but Duncan stopped suddenly and turned to look at her.

"You also learned from Agou. Now he can even read elementary school enlightenment stories. You spell your name five times and still get it wrong three times. Don't you feel embarrassed?"

Shirley said confidently: "Agou is a devil who pursues knowledge. It's normal for him to have a strong learning ability! How can I compare with him?"

"First of all, the words 'chasing knowledge' are not used in this way. Secondly, even if Agou is a demon chasing knowledge—you should not walk around knowledge all day," Duncan said in a helpless tone, "I will arrange it for you in two days." It's an exam, I want to see how much you usually learn."

After saying this, he turned and left the room, closing the door behind him.

After waiting at the door for a few seconds, Shirley's screams and curses sounded as expected.

A pleasant smile appeared on Duncan's face.

He took a step forward and walked towards the direction of the captain's cabin.

...

The night was getting dark.

In the hidden home port of the Sea Fog Fleet, which was blocked by fog, ice floes and weird turbulence, Tirian was walking slowly on the path at the edge of the port area.

The cold night wind came from the direction of the sea, the sound of broken waves hitting the coast was undulating, the cold and dark light of the creation of the world permeated the whole island, and in the distant air, there could be vaguely the hustle and bustle of the port square. Boiling movement.

The sailors were gathering to drive away the hollows of the dead with wine and tobacco and loud instruments, draining their icy and boundless energies with all night's noise—but for Tyrian the party was too rowdy.

This is not conducive to his calm thinking.

Another footstep followed behind him.

That was his loyal first mate, Aiden - and he still smelled like a piece of bacon now, but with added cinnamon and cloves.

This smell made Tirian sigh: the Pulanders really have a lot of tricks in the field of tobacco.

"You can go to the party in the square," Tirian said suddenly, "there's no need to accompany me for a walk in this deserted place."

"I'm waiting for the second half of the night," said Aiden. "They've got a dozen batikka dancers from Cold Harbor—that's a lot of power."

"..."

"captain?"

"In such a cold day, going to dance on a pirate island occupied by the living dead, and it's still late at night—honestly, what damn price did you guys offer?"

"Actually, not much." Aiden touched his shiny head and said with a smile, "The Sea Crow happened to save the ship of 'Scimitar Martin' when it was out on business last week, you know Yes, Martin controls a quarter of the theater and dance troupe in Cold Harbor..."

Tirian: "..."

The commander-in-chief of the Sea Fog Fleet was silent for a few seconds in the night wind, stretched out his hand and pinched the center of his brows, and his expression returned to calm after a few seconds.

"Let's talk about the situation on Dagger Island."

"Good captain."