Vanna stood up and came to the statue of the goddess in the small prayer room. The statue was placed on a high platform, and around the platform, bright candles were burning quietly.
"We should convey this warning to the Storm Cathedral, and preferably to other churches and city-states," Bishop Valentine's voice came from behind, "But this involves the source of the warning. If you want to have enough
To be convincing, you must give reasons that are sufficient to convince the other three divine churches. It is not enough to simply say 'a saint received revelation in a dream'.
"His Majesty the Pope is already aware of the connection between you and Captain Duncan. She has not issued any admonitions about it. It seems that she has acquiesced in this matter. But if other churches know the true situation... their reactions will be unpredictable.
Especially the Church of Death.”
"Is it the influence of the Thirteen Islands of Veselan..." Vanna muttered in a low voice, "The Death Church's vigilance towards the Homeless Ship is unusual."
"That's right, the Thirteen Islands of Wesselan, the victims dragged into the subspace by the Homeless Ship, were the largest archipelago city-state under the control of the Death Church a century ago. To the followers of Death, the status of those thirteen islands is
"It's the same as today's Purand to the Church of the Deep Sea," Valentin sighed, "It's very troublesome. After a hundred years, this is not just a matter of hatred, but also the natural distrust of human beings towards an 'out-of-control disaster'
, if they knew the source of this warning, they might first think about this matter in the direction of conspiracy."
Fanna didn't speak for a while. She was silent for a few seconds before suddenly speaking: "The Cathedral of Storms is coming soon. Maybe His Majesty the Pope will have his own considerations about this."
"I hope so," Valentin muttered unconfidently, "In any case, the Four Gods Church has also paid attention to the situation of Vision 001, but it seems that our attention is not enough. If the Deep Sea Church can take the lead,
By raising the priority of this matter, I think it will at least achieve the 'warning' effect."
Vanna nodded slowly, then raised her gaze and stared at the icon of the storm goddess Gemona. After a long time, she softly prayed: "...May you protect me."
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On the stern deck of the Lost Home, Duncan had just finished inspecting the entire ship and was about to go back to his room to rest.
The Lost Home needs to be inspected as a whole every once in a while, especially the bottom part of the ship - those cabins submerged by the boundless sea need the captain's shock and comfort to ensure stability.
During this inspection, Duncan focused on checking the condition of the "subspace door" in the bilge and confirmed that the door was still closed.
This made him feel more at ease.
But corresponding to this "steadiness" was a faint uneasiness in his heart: He still didn't understand how he entered the "other side" of the door after sleeping in the bedroom last time.
He entered the subspace in a daze, and stayed on another lost ship in the subspace for a long time. Although he finally found a way to return safely, as long as he could not determine the mechanism of his entry into the subspace, he would never be able to
Completely feel at ease.
The time when I entered the subspace was exactly after the problem with Vision 001.
Something went wrong with the "sun", strange dreams, and entering subspace. These three things happened so closely that it's hard not to think about whether there is a secret connection behind them.
Duncan stood in front of the captain's cabin, holding a lantern in one hand and taking a gentle breath in the cold night wind.
Perhaps it was precisely because of this "uneasiness" that he conveyed a warning in his previous "dream communication" with Vanna, although he was still not sure how much his weird dreams mirrored reality.
But after dealing with extraordinary phenomena so many times, he at least had one experience: it might be okay for ordinary people to have a dream, but if he, "Captain Duncan", had a dream... then he must not really take it as a dream.
Dream view.
He now only hopes that his warning can make the Four Gods Church focus more attention on the issue of Vision 001.
He knew that he was not an expert in the extraordinary field, and even if he wanted to study the problem of Vision 001, he would not be able to start. What he could do... was to attract those real experts to the problem.
The warning from "Captain Duncan" is undoubtedly a reason for many people to take it seriously.
After gathering his thoughts, Duncan put his hand on the doorknob of the captain's cabin, but before opening the door, he suddenly thought of another thing.
The Abyss Plan that Tirian had mentioned to himself.
Duncan frowned slightly, thought for a moment, and then directly opened the "door to the homeless".
A swirling fog appeared in the doorframe.
He stepped into it.
After a brief period of dizziness and a sense of time and space dislocation, Zhou Ming opened his eyes and saw a familiar bachelor apartment. Everything here was still the same.
He calmed down, and first checked the window sill, desk, etc. as usual. After confirming that nothing here had changed, he walked to the end of the room.
On the simple shelves, the exquisite "models" of the Lost Home and Plante were still quietly placed in their original places.
Zhou Ming walked over and directly picked up the "model" that represented Purande. Then he carried this "collection" that was neither light nor heavy in his hands to the desk not far away, sat down and observed it carefully.
Its "base" structure.
Before this, he had never thought about this matter - he must admit that "under the city-state" is not only a blind spot in the thinking of many people in this world, but also a blind spot in his thinking.
All he saw was an extremely smooth bottom surface.
Below the sea level of the city-state of Pland, the corresponding part of the model stopped abruptly, and its bottom surface was smooth as if it had been cut off by a sharp knife.
Zhou Ming stared at the base of the model and fell into deep thought.
If it is used as a "model", this neat bottom surface is of course a normal situation, but he knows that this "collection" is not an ordinary model, it should be the real "Plande" in this room.
"Mapping", "projection", what this thing presents...should be the complete appearance of Plande!
No matter what is underneath the city-state, whether it is an infinitely long pillar or a pancake-like base, it should have a structure, instead of ending abruptly below the sea surface like it does now.
Is it because I wasn’t thorough enough when I burned the city-state with flames? Or is it because...
Did you "ignore" this part?
Zhou Ming frowned slightly and tapped the edge of the desk with his fingers unconsciously. Then he calmed down and placed his hand over the model, his energy gradually spreading.
In the antique shop in Pland City, Duncan, who had just said good night to Nina and Shirley, silently walked back to the room, came to the window, and quietly looked out the window at the night scene of the quiet street filled with night lights.
Night has fallen, and almost all the residents in the city-state have returned home. The streets and alleys are extremely quiet. There are only a few light spots moving in the depths of the slightly dark streets. They are the night guards and the light emitted by the lanterns in their hands.
glow.
Duncan closed his eyes slightly.
The entire city-state of Puland was directly reflected in his mind from a clearer and more intuitive perspective.
Crowded residential areas, steam factories that work day and night, quiet commercial districts, damp seaside streets, gas lamps on the roadside, pipeline systems across the city...
Somewhere in the city, a team of guards was walking out of an alley, preparing to check the situation of the next gas and steam node.
The young team member holding a lantern looked at the quiet street in front of him and muttered with some sigh: "It seems that tonight is peaceful again... To be honest, I am really not used to such a quiet night."
"Don't relax," the squad leader glanced at his subordinates, "Anything can happen at night, pay attention to the darkest places."
"Yes, I understand," the team member quickly straightened up, but still couldn't help but added, "But don't you think the past two days have been really peaceful? I heard that the city's latest night patrol record has not even a single..."
A light green glow suddenly flashed at the edge of his field of vision, causing the team member to stop subconsciously.
It seemed that the light emitted by the gas lamp in the distance changed instantly, but it was extremely short-lived, extremely secretive, and almost difficult to capture.
"Did you see something flash past just now?" The team member subconsciously put his hand on the rune steel sword at his waist and whispered seriously, "The gas lamp seemed to flash."
"I saw that your lantern seemed to flicker." Another team member said immediately.
The team members subconsciously focused their attention on the captain.
But the captain just frowned, seeming to be thinking about something. After a few seconds, the senior guard shook his head: "Continue patrolling - just report the situation to the church when you get back."
The Guardian team left the place.
And similar situations occur all over the city.
Green light and shadow floated in the flames, invisible gazes flashed in the darkness - Duncan's thoughts flowed throughout the city-state, and then gradually sank deeper into the city-state.
In that transcendent and clear "perception", Duncan let his consciousness sink little by little, exploring the structure of the city-state under the sea.
In the apartment room, Zhou Ming suddenly opened his eyes.
A slight rubbing sound reached my ears.
He picked up the "collection" in front of him and stared at the bottom of the city-state of Puland.
Rough and complex new structures... are "growing" bit by bit at the bottom of this "model".