Bishop Valentine put away the paper with the strange emblem.
"None of us recognize this pattern. It is likely to come from a very ancient era, or from a secret society that has never been exposed to the outside world," the old bishop said while putting away the paper. "The corresponding pattern may be found in the archives.
records, and I will also contact some academic friends to see if they know this thing."
Vanna's eyes returned to Tirian, and she looked at the "pirate captain" in front of her curiously: "Was there anything unusual before your father had a secret conversation with those weird 'ascetics'? For example,
Suddenly obtained a mysterious tome, or explored some secret realm?"
"It's hard to say," Tirian shook his head, "You should know that a century ago, he was one of the most outstanding explorers in the world, and it was his job to deal with all kinds of weird relics or secret places.
Daily work - He is exposed to the things you just mentioned almost all day long. At that time, Lucretia and I had just started to help my father share some things, and we didn't have many opportunities to learn more about his 'collection'
,and……"
Tirian paused for a moment before speaking, and then sighed softly.
"And at the time, Lucretia and I didn't even think about what would happen later. Although those weird 'visitors' were a bit weird, my father himself often received all kinds of strange 'guests'. By the time we noticed that his father
When things got worse and worse, nearly a year had passed since that 'secret conversation', and if we go back and investigate, we can't find anything."
Fanna nodded slightly, and at this moment, a loud sound of bells and sirens suddenly came from the window, interrupting the conversation in the living room.
"The evening bell has struck," Bishop Valentine looked up and looked out the window, seeing that the sun bound by double runes had gradually sunk into the sea level, and the shadow of the Creation of the World could be vaguely seen in the sky, "
Let’s stop here today.”
Then he withdrew his gaze and nodded to Tirian: "If you don't mind, you can rest in the cathedral tonight. We have prepared dinner and undisturbed guest rooms for our guests."
"Thank you very much," Tirian agreed readily, and then added, "I plan to stay in this city-state for a few more days - I lived here briefly a hundred years ago, and now I am still impressed by its changes.
Very interested."
"Of course," Valentine smiled, "Sea Mist is already Pland's friend, and we are always ready for friends - you can stay here as long as you want."
Fanna stood up from the sofa and nodded to Tirian: "I will take you to the guest room."
After this special meeting ended, Tirian left the living room with Vanna, and met several accompanying sailors who were resting in a nearby room, and the group walked towards the depths of the cathedral.
"I didn't expect that the Inquisitor would personally lead the way," Tirian said casually on the way to the guest room. "For a 'pirate', this is no small honor."
"Is he just a 'pirate'?" Vanna turned her head slightly, with a smile on her face, "Your identity is not that ordinary - the son of Duncan, the general of the Frost Queen, the commander of the Sea Mist Fleet, if the boundless sea
If all the pirates are like this... then we don’t need any city-state authorities.”
"...'Pirate' is just a convenient identity. It is very convenient for me to cause trouble for some people on the cold sea, and they also like my identity. This allows them to issue more wanted warrants to pretend that they are of some use.
," Tirian said calmly, "But what you mentioned just now is all in the past, Your Excellency the Inquisitor."
After a brief silence, Tirian continued: "I have never disclosed so many things related to 'him' to outsiders. I hope you can understand this."
"Of course," Fanna nodded slightly, "If I were in your position, I would not be willing to reveal my family's...'curse' to outsiders. Sorry, I can't think of other words."
"It doesn't matter, this is indeed a curse," Tirian sighed, "If it hadn't been for such a weird and bizarre situation happening to Plande, and you just mentioned 'his' abnormal situation, there are some things I really don't want to recall.
"
As he spoke, his gaze inadvertently glanced at Fanna's eyes, and the next second, he lowered his gaze involuntarily.
The vague pressure appeared again, and it was more obvious than what I felt on the dock before.
Thinking back to the young judge's recent experiences of communicating with "that person" several times, Tirian even had some terrible conjectures about this indescribable pressure.
Fanna noticed the other party's weirdness.
"You look a little reserved, Captain Tyrion," she asked directly. "Do I make you nervous?"
"No, Your Excellency Judge," Tirian shook his head, and then said with some hesitation, "I just suddenly thought of what you just mentioned. You said that you communicated with my father several times... In addition to communication,
Did he give you something...something else, like power?"
Vanna's footsteps suddenly stopped.
"Why do you ask about this?"
"I don't mean anything else," Tirian suddenly realized that the question he just asked might be a bit offensive to a pious and steadfast saint, and immediately explained, "I just want to remind you that my father...he came from Asia.
The power brought back from the space is very strange and difficult to remove, and like other chaotic erosions from the subspace, that power is extremely polluting. If you are accidentally contaminated too deeply..."
"Thanks for the reminder." Fanna took a deep breath and sincerely thanked her.
But in fact, what she was thinking was that the other party's reminder might be a little late - Captain Duncan's influence was more serious than anyone imagined, and now she could only hope that the captain would really knock on the door when he came to see her next time.
The door is open...
Tirian didn't know what the judge was thinking, but he felt that the atmosphere was a lot more awkward, but the embarrassment didn't last long - Vanna took the initiative to break the silence.
"I'm curious about one thing," she asked suddenly. "About the 'countdown' your father mentioned before he went crazy... Do you know any more information? Did he mention any other details?"
When asking this question, what Vanna recalled in her mind was her previous communication with the storm goddess Gemona, and the incomprehensible words that the goddess conveyed to her——
Time is limited and is about to become critical.
This sentence, which she could not understand at all at the time, now sounds as if it is inextricably linked to the "countdown" Tirian mentioned!
Tirian met Vanna's gaze.
After a few seconds of silence, he spoke in a deep voice: "In his last days, he suddenly said something to Lucretia. He said - 'Our world is just a pile of slowly extinguishing.
"Aftermath'."
The corridor has come to an end.
"Thank you for your guidance," Tirian nodded to Vanna, "I want to spend some time with my subordinates next."
Vanna woke up from her thoughts. The words Tirian just said still echoed in her heart, and she nodded subconsciously and said goodbye to the great pirate.
The door to the guest room was closed, and after the surroundings became quiet, Tirian finally breathed a sigh of relief.
He recalled his last conversation with the young judge just now, and recalled the vague pressure he felt on the other person. Only then did he feel a belated heart palpitation.
In a daze, he recalled the last moment he made eye contact with the judge...
At that moment, he actually felt that he was standing under the gaze of his "father"!
"Captain, are you okay?" A close sailor looked at his boss with a little worry, "You have been nervous since you came ashore."
"...I'm fine," Tirian calmed down, waved to his subordinates, and walked towards the table not far away, "Bring the things here."
A sailor immediately came forward and placed a suitcase brought from the Seamist on the table. Tirian opened the suitcase with a key, revealing the contents inside.
It was a lens device with a complex structure, consisting of many small lenses and arc-shaped connecting rods, with a large crystal ball placed in the center.
"Watch the door and don't let anyone disturb you," Tirian ordered his subordinates.
After several sailors left, he focused on the crystal ball, gently adjusted the angle of one of the lenses, and called in a low voice: "Lucrecia."
After a while, the lens group started to vibrate slightly, and the crystal ball in the center also began to emit a faint light. Along with a burst of disturbing noise, Lucretia's blurred image appeared in the crystal ball.
Figure: "I'm here."
"Why is it so vague?" Tirian frowned, "Where are you now?"
"I... the border..." Lucretia's voice came from the crystal ball, with crackling interference, but she could barely distinguish it, "Here... the environment... the interference has become stronger, I...
Adjust...are you okay now? Can you hear clearly?"
The disturbing sound finally disappeared, and Lucretia's figure gradually became clearer.
"There has been a slight change in the environment here, and the spiritual world has caused strange disturbances to the real dimension," the voice in the crystal ball explained, "What's the matter, brother? The Brilliant Star is passing through the unstable sea. If it's nothing important,
of……"
"I'm in Pland now," Tirian said straight to the point. "The Seamist was severely damaged in the exchange of fire with the Homeless, and the situation in this city-state doesn't seem to be quite right."
The figure opposite the crystal ball was stunned for a moment.
A few seconds later, Lucretia's slightly nervous voice came: "Did you really encounter the Lost Home? Are you okay now?"
"...Frankly speaking, I was beaten up, but the situation is fine now," Tirian said in a low voice, "The problem is...there seems to be something wrong with 'him'."
"Is there something wrong with 'him'?" Lucretia frowned, "Have you seen him up close?"
"Um."
"Then..." Lucretia opened her mouth, seeming to hesitate, "Then what you see this time is our 'father'?"