Aiden returned to the bridge, where Tirian was waiting for him.
"The unloading process is going very smoothly. Everything in the cargo hold can be transferred to the port warehouse in about an hour," the bald mate reported energetically. Every fold of his clothes still exudes a strong smell of tobacco. "
The sailors who stayed on the island quite like the 'local specialties' you brought back."
"There will be a party tonight. If you are interested, you can come too," Tirian said casually, and then couldn't help but look at Aiden a few more times, frowning and shrugging his nose, "You're smoking and lighting yourself up."
Already?"
"...Maybe a little too much," Aiden touched the tip of his nose a little awkwardly, "Tobacco from Pland is always... hard to put down."
"Be careful, you smell like a piece of bacon now," Tirian shook his head and reminded him casually. He stopped paying attention to this matter and changed the topic, "Recently, I often hear sailors discussing cold weather.
Frost thing."
"The news has indeed spread," Aiden's expression immediately turned serious after hearing the captain's words, "The dead are resurrected. Regardless of the source of the rumor, the content of the rumor is enough to arouse discussion among the sailors - after all, everyone is
Immortal."
"Immortal people..." Tirian repeated the word softly, "Why, are everyone looking forward to truly coming back to life?"
"Honestly, anyone with any sense knows that this is impossible," Aiden shrugged. "Ordinary people may still have imaginations about this kind of topic, but the more immortal you are, the more you know that true resurrection from the dead can only
It could be a rumor - Bartok, the god of death, exists, and his door has no return, and those of us are stuck in the world because our souls have been distorted and changed and can no longer pass through the door.
'Immortal', everyone actually knows the boundary between life and death very well, after all, everyone wandered in front of that door when they were about to die."
Tirian nodded slightly and pondered for a moment before speaking again: "Then why does this topic cause so much discussion?"
"Real resurrection from the dead will not happen, so everyone is speculating whether those so-called resuscitators are actually...'living dead'," Aiden grinned and smiled, "You know, everyone
Some city-states don't like the living dead, and Frost especially dislikes them. They even regard it as a 'curse on the open sea.' Although it is said that the debts of half a century ago should not be placed on the heads of today's Frost people, everyone
Still happy to see the authorities of that city-state in a state of distress."
Tirian raised his eyebrows: "Having fun? If this matter is really related to the original plan to dive into the abyss, then this is not just fun."
"You are right, and I understand this very well. However, the current view of most ordinary sailors is to just have fun first. Anyway, the first wave of unlucky ones are the Frostmen. We can wait until the fun is too great before talking about anything else," Ai
Deng said, spreading his hands, "There is no way, this is the mentality of the immortal, not to mention that this matter is related to the frost."
Tirian looked at Aiden speechlessly, and then waved his hand helplessly for a long time.
"...Real resurrection from the dead requires passing through Bartok's gate and returning, and Frost's current mainstream belief is the God of Death. Theoretically speaking, in Frost, the rules of life and death will only be tighter and more stable.
"Now there are rumors over there that the deceased has returned. This is very wrong." He did not continue to argue with his first mate about whether it was necessary to watch the fun or not. Instead, he kept a straight face and made the topic serious again.
, "I am more inclined to think that this is some other supernatural force at work."
"Then we'll have to see how the local Quiet Cathedral responds," Aiden said. "I heard that the current gatekeeper of the cathedral is a newcomer named Agatha, a young girl with little experience. I don't know what she can do.
I can’t handle this kind of trouble.”
Tirian did not speak. For some reason, he suddenly thought of another high-ranking priest who was also very young, but showed great strength, and could even calmly negotiate with his terrible father many times.
Vanna, the inquisitor of Pland.
If it's the inquisitor who is so powerful that it's a bit scary...it must be no problem to deal with a few minor troubles that come back from the dead.
…
The slightly salty sea breeze blows in the face, bringing a chill that is not found in the central sea.
Fanna sat on the barrel near the side of the ship and looked up at the endless sea level in the distance. She saw a vague mist at the end of the field of vision, and there seemed to be distant and hazy icebergs hidden deep in the mist.
The Lost Home has entered the cold sea, which is far, far away from Plande.
The young judge lowered his head and continued to carve the wood piece with a knife.
She is carving new wave talismans from sea breath wood.
Life on the Lost Home was actually countless times better than she had imagined at the beginning. None of those scary or weird things had happened. There was a normal routine, fairly good food, and a clean and independent living space.
As well as the noisy but interesting crew members, even from some angles, the living conditions on the Lost Home are better than those on ordinary ocean-going ships——
Because of the "messenger" Ai, fresh ingredients can always be replenished on the ship. Because there are a large number of "living" on-board facilities, the Lost Home will hardly suffer the inconvenience caused by facility failures. Moreover, the biggest advantage of this ship is that
Therefore, its biggest advantage...is actually safety.
Yes, it is safe, which is incredible, but after living here for a few days, Vanna finally confirmed this incredible reality: no ship is safer than this frightening ghost ship.
Because of the presence of Captain Duncan, even subspace invaders dare not come to cause trouble on this ship...
On the Lost Home, you can discuss subspace matters and read any books at will. Morris asked Ai to help bring a lot of folklore and history books from Pland, which took most of the day to read.
In order to hurry up, the captain would sometimes even let the Lost Home sink directly into the spirit world and sail wildly in that dark and terrifying abnormal sea area.
There will be no deep shadows at all - even if something does pop up, it will just become the crew's daily pastime.
Or add a meal.
All in all, life on the Lost Home is actually not that bad.
But she still needs some time to adjust.
The knife cut across the wood slices, carving deep indentations, and the wood chips fell little by little, which gradually calmed down the slightly restless mind.
Footsteps approached from behind, and a very energetic voice suddenly sounded from the side: "Miss Fanna, what are you doing?"
Vanna raised her head and saw Nina curiously looking at the half-carved talisman in her hand, as well as several talismans already carved on another wooden barrel next to her.
"This is a talisman dedicated to the storm goddess Gemona," Vanna laughed. She knew what an amazing identity the ordinary-looking girl in front of her had, but after getting along with her for a few days, she no longer understood
The identity of any crew member on the ship made a fuss, "Throwing the Sea Breath Wood Talisman into the sea is equivalent to completing an offering to the goddess."
"Oh!" Nina nodded suddenly, looking at the carved talismans on the barrel with surprise, "I seem to have heard of this in school before, but this is the first time I have seen it. Hey, do you do it?"
A lot!"
"Actually..." Fanna said hesitantly, then she hesitated for a moment, looked at Nina's bright eyes, and then slowly opened the lid of the wooden barrel, "There are more than just these."
Nina was stunned, looked inside the barrel, and continued to be in a daze.
After a moment, she raised her head and looked at the judge in front of her.
"Miss Fanna...are you particularly bored on the boat?"
"Not really," Fanna looked a little embarrassed. She also felt that carving a bucket of talismans in a few days seemed a bit exaggerated. "It's just... it may take a little getting used to."
"oh."
Nina nodded, came to the barrel again, squatted down and began to stare thoughtfully.
I don't know what she is thinking.
Vanna put down a new wave talisman and silently put away the knife.
"Miss Fanna, don't you want to engrave?"
"... We've run out of materials."
"Then please help Ai Yi bring some more?"
"It's not necessary..." Fanna waved her hands awkwardly, but just when she was about to say something more, a strange low roar suddenly came from the direction of the sea, interrupting her words.
It sounded like something was moving under the water and rising rapidly with a lot of bubbles.
A creaking sound came from the direction of the Lost Home's mast almost at the same time. The next second, Vanna saw the ghost sail above the ghost ship adjusting its angle slightly at the same time, and the huge hull adjusted accordingly.
Attitude and heading.
Nina ran to the side of the ship, stared at the sea in the distance with wide eyes, suddenly raised her finger and pointed there and shouted: "Look, look! Miss Vanna! Something is coming out!"
Vanna looked in the direction of Nina's finger.
She saw a large area of rising sea foam, irregular and chaotic water rising like a hill in the distance, and a huge shadow gradually rising to the surface of the sea amid the water and foam.
The high flagpole, the rusty bow and chimney, the broken and damaged deck...
That's a ship.
(Surprised, there is a silver cute again... But my brain really can't function, and now I'm dizzy. This double update will give me a few days to wait...)