Morris left, with a strange look on his face, and left holding a century-old cannonball.
Duncan stood at the counter and watched the old gentleman leave with a happy smile.
"...You really gave the cannonball to Mr. Morris?" Alice on the side muttered.
"I really gave the cannonball to Teacher Morris..." Nina muttered.
"I don't like cannonballs," Alice whispered, "especially not."
Nina asked curiously: "Why?"
Alice looked serious: "Because the captain once gave me eight cannonballs..."
"Stop nagging," Duncan's voice suddenly came from the side. He glanced helplessly at the resentful Alice and Nina, who was obviously curious next to him, "Where did Shirley go?"
"She said she felt dizzy while reciting the alphabet and wanted to go out to get some fresh air," Nina stuck out her tongue, "but I guess she had already run to the next block by now."
"It's expected," Duncan sighed. "With Shirley's level of education and personal accomplishment, it's already amazing that she can insist on not swearing in front of me every day..."
While sighing, he turned to look out the window. Through the clear windows, the daily and peaceful street scene of Puland came into view.
Pedestrians are bustling on the road, citizens are busy living their lives, and nothing happens in Xiacheng District today - the brief malfunction of Vision 001, the almost invisible defect on the sun rune ring, the forgotten thing in the far north
Deep dive operations, a mysterious symbol left behind by the ancient kingdom of Crete... all of this seems far away from this neighborhood under the sun.
He narrowed his eyes slightly, and after a long time, he muttered softly as if talking to himself: "Tirion is indeed going back early..."
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In the southeast port of the city-state, the huge steel battleship Haiwu is ready to set sail.
After a few days of "self-cultivation", this battleship that was once severely damaged by the Lost Home has now recovered more than half. The many wounds and cracks on its armor belt and deck have been completely healed at this moment, and there is no trace of any damage at all.
The undead sailors were busy going back and forth between the pier and the battleship, carrying onto the ship the supplies and parting gifts generously provided by Plande.
The tall Fanna came to the dock and bid farewell to the captain of the Seamist in person.
"We didn't expect you to leave so soon," Vanna said. "The Archbishop has made preparations for the Seamist to be a guest for at least two weeks."
"Actually, I originally thought I would stay here for a long time - but something unexpected happened," Tirian gently rubbed his forehead, "There are some things in the north that I have to go back to deal with."
This seemed to be just an excuse, but Vana was not interested in prying out what others didn't want to say. She just looked at Tirian with some concern and frowned slightly: "Excuse me... Mr. Captain, is your face swollen?"
"A little accident, a little accident." Tirian immediately waved his hand, saying that it was fortunate that he had spent another day recovering. If he had been seen by the inquisitor yesterday, he really didn't know how to explain his big
A full circle of the head.
Immediately afterwards, as if to prevent the embarrassment from continuing, he quickly changed the subject: "It was a great pleasure to be a guest in Purland, and thank you for the gift."
"As long as you like it," Fanna nodded with a smile, and then raised her head curiously, looking at the towering side of the Sea Fog and the main gun turret that could be seen from the side, "Although I have heard that
, but it was still incredible to see it with my own eyes... This ship actually 'healed' itself like this, and even the main guns that had been completely erased... 'grew back'?"
Tirian looked back at his battleship, and his eyes fell on the three new main guns that had obviously just been restored. At this moment, they seemed to be slightly smaller than the other main guns. There was a smile on his face with pride: "Sea Mist
The No. 1 knows what it should look like, and it will always tend to put itself in the best condition - but those main guns are not very useful now, they are still small, and it will take a few more days before they can compete with the others.
The main gun fires full-charge standard-caliber shells like the main gun."
Fanna was stunned. She always felt that there was something wrong with the smile on the other party's face when he looked at the main gun on her ship and the tone of his words, but she couldn't tell what was wrong...
Fortunately, she is not someone who gets hung up on such details.
At 3:20 in the afternoon, accompanied by a melodious whistle, the steel battleship with a towering bow slowly accelerated and left this city-state.
Fanna stood on the pier and watched as the battleship gradually turned into an inconspicuous black shadow on the sea level. Then she exhaled softly and turned around to get on the black steam car next to her that had been waiting for a long time.
The subordinate in charge of driving raised his head and glanced at the inquisitor with a tired look on his face through the rearview mirror: "You seem tired?"
"Things come one after another, and paperwork is far more tiring than fighting the heretics with a big sword," Fanna moved her shoulders and neck, leaning on the back seat in an awkward manner, "and I have been suffering from insomnia recently.
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There was a low vibration and sound from the steam core, and the gears and connecting rods were running briskly. Listening to the complaints of their commanders, the subordinates couldn't help but smile on their faces: "But at least the city-state has been peaceful recently - no heretics, no monsters, no
The unlucky ones who are trapped in the night, the night watch guards have not encountered the distortion phenomenon in the night for several days... There is always a sunny day after the storm, isn't it? "
Fanna listened to her subordinates' emotions, and after a while she slowly said: "Indeed, the recent nights have been calmer than ever before. Even in the lower city and sewers where darkness is most common, there is no longer any noise.
coming."
"Isn't this a good thing?"
"...Of course, it's a good thing," Fanna said softly, then adjusted her position on the seat and closed her eyes, "I'll take a nap first. Wake me up in the cathedral."
"yes."
When her subordinates responded, Fanna already felt that she had entered a drowsy state of sleep, and the sound of the car's mechanical operation and the sounds outside the car window were gradually fading away.
She was indeed very sleepy. She had not had a good rest for many days.
The order of the city-state has been completely restored, all the aftermath work has come to an end in an orderly manner, the paperwork has been processed, and there are no problems with the report to the cathedral and various contacts with the city hall - and this "everything goes well"
Behind it is the exhaustion of the past few days.
After seeing off this special "visitor", the Sea Mist, she could finally breathe a little easier.
At least he should be able to rest for a few days after arriving at the Cathedral of Storms in Pland before receiving His Majesty the Pope.
A gentle night breeze suddenly blew across my face, carrying a cool and fresh breath. Along with it, I heard the sound of waves lapping against the hull of the ship.
Fanna suddenly opened her eyes.
I am in a strange room.
The first thing you see is classical and elegant furnishings. Gorgeous tapestries in the style of the last century are hung on the walls. Dark-colored shelves and wine cabinets are placed in the corners. There is a thick woven carpet in the center of the room. On the carpet
It was a carved reception table and a chair with a backrest, and at this moment, I was sitting on one of the backrest chairs.
Vanna stood up suddenly, and then slightly arched her body like a beast on the verge of battle, guarding everything around her.
The next second, she saw the window not far away - the window was open. Although it was still daytime when she fell asleep, the scenery outside the window was night, and the cold night breeze blew into the house through the window.
, a cool and bright light filled the window sill, and in the light, one could vaguely see the undulating sea surface in the distance, as well as the sparkling floodlight on the sea surface.
The glow was as fine as mercury.
Vanna's eyes fell on the window involuntarily, and then, she seemed to suddenly discover something. She rushed to the window and raised her head to look at the sky outside the window.
Something...that she couldn't understand appeared there.
It was a luminous round object that looked like the main body in the middle of the sun, but it was neither dazzling nor scorching. Instead, it hung quietly in the sky like a cool luminous disk, and its surface was still
Some textures can be vaguely seen - the entire luminous body seems to exude a strange and peaceful atmosphere.
Vanna stared blankly at the strange light. At this moment, she felt that her thoughts seemed to have fallen into a state of silence with the clear light. This state of blank mind lasted for an unknown period of time before she thought slowly.
--what is that?
Is that the cooling sun?
Where did the creation of the world go?
Then she withdrew her gaze and looked at this strange room again.
Where is this again?
Outside is the undulating sea, beside you is a strange room, outside the window is a strange sky, and strange celestial bodies... Thinking of my experiences these days, the answer seems not difficult to guess.
But this time it seemed different from before. This time...she didn't see the scary ghost captain.
Fanna thought this, but as if in response to her thought, the next second, she suddenly felt a breath approaching.