Deep Sea Embers

The angle of view shown in the mirror seems to be based on a window. Duncan feels that he is a person close to the window, observing the scene in the room through the glass, and there is an unusually tall young woman in the room. The profile looks familiar.

After a little recollection, Duncan remembered where he had seen this face—this was the prestige and prestige of Prand's judge, Vanna Wayne!

Her figure has appeared in the newspapers.

Why do I see such a scene? Why do you suddenly see this disciple of the Storm Goddess through a window? Some kind of secret connection? When was this connection established? Why did I not notice it before, but now I suddenly felt this invisible "line"?

Countless thoughts popped up in Duncan's mind for a moment, but in the next second, the messy thoughts in his mind were interrupted by a thing he saw.

He saw clearly what the Miss Judge was reading in the mirror.

It was a document, written in a rigorous format, with the sacred symbol of the Storm Goddess printed on the paper, and the first sentence at the beginning was: I hereby inform all captains, accompanying priests, and guides on the Boundless Sea that the coffin of anomaly 099-Doll has been released recently. Out of control, witnessed by the most holy and the most enlightened, the cursed thing is lost in the storm, the abnormal out-of-control situation and its characteristics are announced as follows...

Duncan's eyes widened slowly, his eyes passed over Fanna's shoulder, he saw that the document was written in a format that seemed to be a specific prayer about anomaly 099, he saw the dangerous curse with the power of beheading, he saw When I arrived at the birthplace of the puppet coffin, I saw the relevant records of "Alice Guillotine"...

In astonishment, his eyes moved down all the way, and at the end of the document, he saw the record of the "attack" on the White Oak, but the key part of the last sentence was blocked by the tall figure of Miss Judge, so he couldn't see clearly.

Duncan probed left and right in front of the mirror, anxious and subconsciously murmured: "Get out of the way, out of the way..."

Fan Na in the lounge suddenly felt as if a ray of breeze was blowing through her earlobe, she subconsciously looked to the side, and saw that the window was open a crack, and the cool evening sea breeze was blowing in through the window.

The flames of several oil lamps in the room were shaking, and the soft lights dispelled the malice that permeated the world as night approached, and also brought her a feeling of extra peace of mind.

She put the document aside and turned to look at the regional bishop: "Put it away, the city-state bishops must have handled it carefully, this thing is very safe."

The bishop of the area nodded, and while going forward to put away the documents, he turned on the light in the room. The light, which was brighter than the oil lamp, dispelled the darkness at the turn of day and night: "Are you going back to the Central Cathedral tonight?"

"Bishop Valentine is still waiting for me to discuss things." Fan Na nodded slightly, "Recently, things in the city-state have been in turmoil, and we may need to conduct a large-scale prayer event to strengthen the cathedral's protection of the entire city-state. "

As she spoke, she looked up at the chandelier hanging from the roof. The bulbs installed in the chandelier made the room as bright as day: "...Hey, it would be great if the electric light could also have the effect of exorcising evil spirits. It is so bright and the lighting range is far better than Through the flames..."

"Who says it's not?" The regional bishop spread his hands, "It's a pity that electricity has no sanctity."

Fan Na shook her head, didn't say anything, and after saying goodbye to the district bishop, she walked out of the lounge.

After Fan Na left, an oil lamp near the window flickered slightly, and then returned to calm.

The scene in the mirror gradually dissipated, and after the green light film faded, the things in the captain's bedroom were reflected on the glass again.

Just now, the moment the lady judge turned her head, Duncan still saw clearly the line at the end of the document—for him, the most useful information in that line was just a few words:

Anomaly 005-The Lost Homeland.

"The classification of the Lost Homeland is indeed a 'vision'... and the number is so high." He returned to the desk, muttering thoughtfully, but then he was a little puzzled, "The words went on Come back, how is this number arranged?"

Nina’s textbook mentioned the numbers and names of many anomalies and visions, and also mentioned that this “list” and the rules behind the list originated from the ancient Kingdom of Crete, but the details of those anomalies and visions How the number is determined and who determines it is unclear, but it is said that each church has the right to explain and the obligation to announce, and it is mentioned that under normal circumstances, the higher the number, the more weird, dangerous, or has a special historical status— ——Duncan didn't think about it at first, but at this time he suddenly had doubts.

This number... is it arranged in order of discovery?

If it is arranged in the order of discovery, then it is impossible for the lost country with a history of only a hundred years to occupy such a high number. After all, there are some anomalies in this world that are older than the lost country. In theory, all the higher numbers must have been earlier. is fully occupied.

But if they are not arranged in order of discovery, but in order of danger, wouldn't these numbers have to change from time to time? Whenever a new abnormality or anomaly is discovered, its risk value must be re-evaluated, and then the entire "leaderboard" must be corrected. This becomes a large project, and it is also extremely inconvenient to use.

Although the textbook says that the degree of danger of anomalies and visions is not necessarily 100% positively related to the ranking, it is also clearly mentioned that in most cases, the anomalies and visions with higher numbers are more dangerous and terrifying than those with lower numbers.

This brings up a question worth thinking about: if the existing list of anomalies and anomalies is a relatively stable and unchanging thing, then its sorter is simply a prophet-like figure. To predict the "ranking" of each anomaly and anomaly, not only must it accurately position new anomalies and anomalies when they are discovered, but also leave "vacancy" in the table in advance for powerful anomalies and anomalies that will appear in the future just work.

Duncan suddenly had doubts about this "list" and the makers behind it when he saw the expression "Vision 005-Lost Country", but he quickly put these doubts aside for the time being.

Because there's one thing more important right now than the rule-making behind the "Extraordinary Things Ranking"—Alice.

That cursed puppet of the harmonious family has such a big background!

"I'm going out for a while."

Duncan said casually to the pigeon on the table, and walked out of the captain's bedroom.

When the goat's head in the chart room heard the movement of the door, he immediately turned his head creaking, and after seeing Duncan, he said routinely: "The last name..."

"Duncan Abu Normar - leave that aside, where is Alice?"

"Ah, a great ship..." Goat's head wanted to babble a few paragraphs habitually after confirming the name, but the captain stopped him as soon as he uttered a few words, his neck creaked, and then he responded Come over, "Are you looking for Miss Alice? She may be counting hairs in her room..."

"Counting hair?" Duncan was taken aback, "What new problem has she added... Forget it, I will go there by myself, and you can continue to sail."

After saying this, he didn't wait for the other party's response, turned his head, opened the door and hurriedly left the captain's cabin, leaving the goat's head on the chart table to stare blankly at the re-closed door.

"I haven't had time to say more..." After holding back for a while, the goat's head finally came to his senses, with a depressed tone, "Is my ability to open up topics weakened..."

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw the door leading to the captain's bedroom in the corner opened a crack, and the pigeon Ay swaggered out of the door, flapping its wings and flying onto the table.

"About five yuan?" Pigeon tilted her head and blinked her small eyes.

"Okay, okay, just have someone who can chat with me!" Goat's head suddenly became happy, and based on the standard of his own people on board, he didn't pick his communication partner at all, "What do you want to talk about? By the way, can you really speak normally? I always feel like..."

"A whole order of fries."

"Ah?" Goat's head was taken aback, "No, I mean, you can really realize yourself..."

"A whole order of fries."

"...if you're talking about the cooking of sea food..."

"A whole order of fries."

"Can you say anything else?"

"A whole order of fries."

Goat Head: "..."

Duncan didn't pay attention to the movements in the captain's cabin after he left. He went straight through the upper deck, and soon came to the sailor's cabin below the deck. After sorting out his thoughts in front of Alice's room door, he reached out and knocked on the door: "Alice, it's me."

A stammering voice quickly came from inside the door: "Please... please... please come in..."

Duncan raised his eyebrows subconsciously when he heard the movement, and then pushed open the door.

The puppet in a gothic dress is sitting in front of the table next to the bed, facing a vanity mirror on the table. She is holding her head in her hands, and her silver-white hair is flowing like a waterfall—— Turning his gaze, a smile gradually bloomed on his beautiful and delicate face: "Ship...ship...Captain, night...night...evening..."

Duncan: "You put your head on."

"Boer."