The Lost Home left as grandly as it had arrived with an unstoppable attitude.
Fanna watched the giant ship that could almost be described as "magnificent" sailing majestically in the center of the city-state of Pland. She watched its illusory hull pass over the rows of rooftops and towers in the city-state. The hull of the ship in the spirit state was like
A distant phantom gradually disappeared from her sight, and as the Lost Home went away, the spiritual fires that were burning throughout the city-state of Pland also began to gradually extinguish and retreat, as if it was complete.
What missions usually come to naught?
There was only a clear sky left, a city-state as usual, and all the sentient beings who had just experienced a nightmare.
Bells are ringing one after another over the city-state. The bell towers of churches in various parts of the city continue to ring according to their original historical trajectory. However, the bells that were originally used to fight against the invasion of reality now sound like some kind of farewell. Over the cathedral
The whistle also sounded, and the sharp and harsh sound startled Vanna.
She felt a breath approaching, turned around, and saw Bishop Valentine coming to her side at some point. The old bishop who had once experienced death was holding a long staff in his hand, looking up at the departure of the Homeless Ship.
Direction, as if talking to himself: "I feel like I have had a long, long dream..."
"You should know that it was not a dream."
"I mean I just dreamed about twenty bunnies in pop dresses dancing around me..."
Fanna was suddenly startled: "Then you are indeed dreaming, maybe in the process of mental recovery... Do you have to tell such a cold joke now?"
"But it can help you wake up quickly and get back to work quickly from the mess in your head," the old bishop said calmly, as if he was not the one who told the cold joke just now. Then he lowered his head and looked at
In the direction of the church square, "We have a lot of things to do next. This time, the one that 'passed by' the Lost Home is not the White Oak."
Vanna followed the old bishop's gaze and saw that the guards in the church square and the city-state guards had fallen into some kind of confusion. They looked at the city-state that had returned to normal as if they were awakening from a dream, but their memories were still there.
Staying in the battle where historical contamination invaded reality, and some of these people "awakened" earlier and even saw the scene when the Homeless Ship left, which further aggravated the chaos and tension.
Valentine's voice continued to ring next to Vanna: "... let the guard troops restore order first, and then start investigating and sorting out the current situation of the entire city-state, confirming whether everyone has 'returned', and confirming whether there is something missing or more in the city-state
What, and..."
Valentine paused and looked at the young judge beside him.
"And prepare to report to the Cathedral of Storms - Vanna, the most challenging paperwork in your life is about to come."
Vanna's breath suddenly choked.
A disaster is over, but not everything is over. When everyone survives... the real investigation seems to have just begun.
…
The sun is just right.
The solemn and heavy door of the cathedral creaked open, and Heidi came to the church square with a somewhat dazed expression. She looked at the streets as usual under the clear sky, but the previous heavy rain still lingered in her mind.
As noted, and the terrifying scene of the heavy rain turning into a rain of fire.
How did it end?
She only remembered that a ghost ship floated out of the sea of fire and sailed through the city-state like a parade. Her consciousness was floating in a dimension between reality and illusion. Two completely opposite histories converged in her field of vision.
It was divided into two parts before the route of the ghost ship, one part of which precipitated into reality, and the other part was crushed into dust.
There was a slight burning sensation in her chest. Heidi lowered her head and saw that the "gift" pendant that her father had brought back from the antique shop was glowing slightly. She reached out to touch it, but the moment she touched it, the pendant
There was a slight cracking sound, and then it seemed to have exhausted its power and turned into flying dust silently, and the ropes connecting the pendant were all reduced to ashes.
Heidi was stunned for a moment, but soon the noise from all over the square interrupted her daze.
The guards were restoring order, and the garrison troops from the city hall also began to conduct roll calls and return to the team under the command of superiors at all levels. Some priests who assisted in restoring order came out of the church and conveyed messages from Bishop Valentine and Vanna.
The judge's order, at the same time, some people were also talking about the silhouette of the ghost ship that just disappeared.
"...As soon as I opened my eyes, I saw that thing floating over my head, as if it was sailing in transparent sea water..."
"It was so scary to watch! Those flames were just grazing the spire of the cathedral! But it seemed to just go away..."
"That's the Lost Home Number, there's no doubt about it... Don't believe it, it's definitely the Lost Home Number!"
There was a loud voice shouting in the square, swearing that the ghost ship that just passed through the city-state was the legendary Sea Disaster Homeless Ship. Heidi looked in the direction of the voice and saw the voice.
It was an old captain with gray hair - she had dealt with that captain every day and was very familiar with him.
"Captain Lawrence," Heidi walked over and greeted the old captain who was talking to a few refugee civilians, "Are you okay?"
"Me? I'm very fine, although I can't figure out what happened." The old captain saw Heidi and smiled on his face, "It's a good thing to see you safe and sound, Miss Doctor - that was the case before.
It’s so scary when the rain is on fire again!”
Heidi responded casually, and then asked: "Did you say that the one that left just now... was the Lost Home?"
"Yes, that must be it," Lawrence nodded immediately, "I'm so familiar with it! I've seen this scene before!"
There was a citizen next to him who had taken refuge in the cathedral before and was still a little shaken at the moment. He couldn't help but ask: "Have you seen it?"
"Yes, why do you think I have been isolated in the cathedral for so long?" Lawrence stared, then turned to Heidi, "I know you can talk to the church's upper echelons, let me give you a suggestion.
Ah, go back and check what is missing in the city-state, the Homeless Ship usually takes something with it when it passes by... I have experience!"
Heidi listened in a daze and nodded in confusion. After a while, some memories that happened not long ago but seemed like a lifetime ago suddenly appeared in her mind -
How's it going on my father's side?
…
Morris didn't feel very good. He was dizzy and his stomach was churning, as if he had drunk a very strong drink and wanted to vomit, but he didn't dare to vomit.
Because he felt that the mops and buckets in front of him were all staring at him, and Miss Alice next to him was also staring at him silently.
If he really vomits on the deck, he might get beaten - on this ship, any rope is older than him, and they probably don't have the concept of respecting the elderly.
He thought he was probably seasick or pigeon sick.
Morris raised his head and saw the pigeon named "Ay" arrogantly patrolling the deck to inspect the mountains of French fries. The pigeon had previously transformed into a terrifying giant skeletal bird.
When there was a sudden fire and rain outside the store, I was brought to this ghost ship, and now it has turned into that seemingly harmless appearance, walking back and forth among the piles of French fries.
The girl named Shirley is sitting not far away, and there is a ghost hound staying with her. This seems to be a combination of the summoner and the ghost demon, but the two of them are more honest than the other at the moment - Shirley
She sat upright as if she were a well-bred lady, not daring to breathe, and the deep devil she called "Agou" even found a newspaper from nowhere and sat upright.
On the wooden barrel next to Shirley, she was holding a newspaper with her paws and pretending to read it - but she obviously couldn't read and held the newspaper upside down.
And further away, you can see the towering masts, the sails of the spirit body that are as transparent and illusory as gauze curtains, the vast expanse of the sea, and the increasingly distant city-state of Puland.
Recalling everything he had witnessed and experienced when he sailed through the city-state with this ship, Morris still felt his heart pounding. The experience of overlooking the burning land after being turned into a spirit body by the ghost flames was really real.
It was a bit exciting. If it had been many years ago, he might have thought it was a tense and interesting adventure. But now that he is no longer a young man, that experience might be a bit... too exciting for him.
Morris took a gentle breath, feeling that the thoughts in his head were chaotic. He was thinking about whether he still had a chance to go back, and he was also worried about the situation with his family.
And then a voice suddenly came from the opposite side, it was the Deep Hound - Morris knew what the Deep Hound was, but he never thought that a Deep Hound could be as sensible and polite as the one in front of him: "Old, old, old Mr.
, you, you, look at me... do I look like... like a well-educated... civilized dog... a dog?"
"Um... Frankly speaking, I don't think a dog needs to show his upbringing by reading newspapers, but you are a deep demon, and the judgment standard cannot be based on human dogs... Anyway, the smartest dog in the human world
You can't even learn to sit in a barrel and read a newspaper." Morris was stunned for a moment and answered the other party's question with a strange expression. "There are two other things. First, you have the newspaper on your paws upside down, and second...
…Are you stuttering a little?”
Agou was startled, and quickly turned over the newspaper on his paws, while answering: "I, I...I don't stutter, I do...yes...a little nervous..."
"Agou, I don't think you need to be so nervous," Shirley suddenly muttered in a low voice at this time, "And what newspaper are you reading - Mr. Duncan already knows that we are both illiterate..."
As soon as she finished speaking, before Agou could speak, Alice, who was in a daze beside her, suddenly raised her hand: "Me too!"
Shirley looked surprised, while Morris lowered his head silently and rubbed his forehead.
The old scholar felt that he had reached a place that was too outrageous... What's the point of this?