The document in his hand was slapped on the table, and Lister suddenly stood up from behind the desk - in fact, he almost jumped up - the port defense commander stared at the subordinates in front of him: "
Say it again?! What did you say happened to Dagger Island?!"
"Dagger Island, Dagger Island has disappeared!" The soldier who came to deliver the news stuttered a little. It was obvious that even as a well-trained warrior, he had difficulty controlling his state in this situation, "Just now,
We observed a series of explosions on Dagger Island. It was suspected that the last remaining people on the island detonated various facilities. Then the fleet on the nearby sea on a guard mission watched the island sink quickly and disappear on the sea.
"Those fleets were not affected?" Liszt immediately frowned, feeling something was wrong.
"No," the soldier shook his head, "the sinking of Dagger Island caused almost no changes in the sea level. Reports from the front said that the island seemed to melt silently into the sea water."
Liszt's face became particularly scary. He was silent for a few seconds and looked up at the gatekeeper who was still standing in the office: "Ms. Agatha, do you know of any known magic or miracles?"
Or can extraordinary items cause this phenomenon?"
"No," Agatha shook her head without thinking, "Abnormal changes on this scale are beyond the scope of spells, and should be classified as miracles - or some kind of vision."
"...Anyway, we are in big trouble. The investigation has not yet begun, and the situation on Dagger Island has not yet been understood. The island has completely disappeared into the sea. The city hall will not like this news." Liszt frowned and pointed with his finger.
He knocked on the table, then seemed to remember something, and suddenly raised his head to look at the soldiers, "By the way, what's the reaction from the Haiwu Fleet?"
"They are still at the same position and have not crossed the offshore cordon," the soldier immediately replied, "but after Dagger Island disappeared, two of their speedboats briefly approached the sea area - they stayed for about ten minutes, and then
He returned quickly."
"It sounds like they are observing the situation, and it seems that this incident was not expected by them," Liszt said slowly, "Damn, it looks like we have to talk to that big pirate."
"The cathedral will also take action," Agatha said immediately. "At this point, the exploration plan for Dagger Island is meaningless. We will transfer our efforts to a comprehensive investigation of the city. Now the defenders have been found
There are some clues about the Annihilation cultists and several possible attack points. I will personally lead a team to deal with them."
"I hope you can gain something, Ms. Gatekeeper," Liszt raised his head and looked at the black-clothed Priestess in front of him, "Things are getting out of control. We need the assistance of the extraordinary field more than ever, and the cathedral's investigation
Progress has been very slow."
"We will do our best."
Agatha nodded slightly, then raised her cane and paused it twice on the floor. With the sound of the end of the cane hitting the ground, her figure suddenly turned into a gray wind, and then spiraled directly into the ground.
into a pale crack that appeared out of thin air on the floor.
Liszt looked at the place where Agatha disappeared. After the crack closed, he sighed, sat back on the chair, and at the same time ordered the soldier: "Go out and close the door."
Next, he should write a "newsletter" to the city hall as soon as possible to explain the evil things happening at the city-state's doorstep.
The staff at the city-state port are guiding the ships to dock. Those wearing black or blue uniforms are standing on the cement pier, doing their own things in the cold wind. They don't communicate much with each other, and it seems that
Silent and busy.
A little further away, you can see several other berthed ships. Those ships seem to have been docked here a long time ago. Only a few people can be seen moving on the ship. Their loading and unloading or supply operations have ended.
Perhaps you are waiting for the next step of departure procedures.
Further away in the dock area, you can see the main road leading to the city - a wide road extending to tall buildings in the distance. The gas lamps on both sides of the road have not yet been lit, but since it is approaching night, there are no visible lights on the road.
How many pedestrians can you see, only occasionally?
I saw some carriages hurriedly passing by on the gradually darkening road.
Lawrence stood on the edge of the deck, looking at the city-state buildings in the distance.
This is not the first time he has come to Hanshuang, but it has been a few years since his last visit. The long time barrier coupled with the decline of memory after getting older means that he can no longer remember what this city looked like back then.
Now looking at the spiers and towers standing in the dusk in the distance, he only felt that they were particularly strange.
But no matter what, the White Oak finally docked safely in this city-state. Although the weather was extremely bad along the way, it did not encounter any terrible conditions such as storms.
The sound of footsteps came from behind. The old captain turned around and saw that it was his first mate.
"The inspection is almost over," the first mate said, "Let me ask if you can go into the city today? We've all been exhausted on the boat this whole way."
Lawrence raised his head and glanced at the sky. Although the Creation of the World had not yet appeared, the remaining afterglow in the sky had dimmed to the point of dissipating. He frowned and shook his head: "It's too late. There is a curfew in the city after dark. It doesn't matter if we get off the ship now."
Wherever you can go, just stay on the ship - I will go to the Port Bureau to go through the remaining procedures later, and the others will go ashore tomorrow morning."
"Okay, I'll tell them the news," the first mate laughed, and then asked casually, "But are you going alone? Do you want to send two people to accompany you?"
"No, I've seen the door of the port office - it's right next to the pier." Lawrence waved his hand and pointed to a light not far from the shore. "You should pay attention to all the things on the ship after the port inspectors leave."
Check all the warehouses, especially the bottom cabin where the sacred objects are kept and the seal rooms, just in case any careless guy has touched the settings."
"Yes, Captain."
The first mate left, and Lawrence took a gentle breath in the night wind. The cold wind from the northern sea rushed into his lungs, jolting him and suddenly waking him up.
Then the old captain shook his head, complained a little about the bad climate here, and walked towards the stairs not far away.
A figure was standing at the top of the stairs, arms folded in the dim light, looking at Lawrence calmly.
Lawrence stopped hesitantly, and after a moment of identification, he hesitated and said, "Martha? Why are you here too?"
"If I were you, I shouldn't have any unnecessary questions at this time, but leave here immediately." The female navigator with her arms folded looked at the old captain in front of her, with helplessness in her tone, "Your vigilance has lowered.
Come on, Lawrence."
"Martha, I..." Lawrence subconsciously took half a step forward. He vaguely felt that something was wrong, but he was choked by thousands of words. He could only reach out his hand slowly, "I kind of miss you. How have you been lately?"
How about it?"
Martha did not answer him. The female navigator just cast a calm gaze, but her gaze seemed to be focused on a farther place. Amidst the gentle sea breeze and the sound of waves, she slowly began to hum -
"The sails are hoisted, the sails are hoisted, the sailors leaving home continue to move forward...
"In the storm, in the noise, we are only one plank away from death.
"Reef the jib, unfurl the mainsail, let go the ropes, hold on to the side - we are in the middle of the sea."
Martha's voice gradually became lower, she finally stopped, her eyes focused on Lawrence, and she said softly as if she was talking to herself: "Lawrence, be careful, you are in the middle of the sea."
Lawrence suddenly took a breath, and the cold air refreshed his mind. Then, as if he remembered something, he hurriedly stretched his hands to his chest, rummaging around in his pockets quickly but hurriedly.
Martha stepped forward and walked slowly towards him.
"Lawrence, why are you so old?" The female navigator stretched out her hand forward, her voice was hoarse with a hint of softness. She still looked young. Although her face was a little bit weathered by the sea life, she still remembered Lawrence.
The middle one is just as beautiful, "It's been many years, hasn't it? You're no longer young...and neither am I."
"Martha..." Lawrence's throat squirmed. He felt that his fingers were about to touch the small bottle, but he missed it several times.
He could almost smell Martha's scent - that familiar scent, with a hint of lemon, which was her favorite scent.
He touched the small bottle.
"Martha..."
He held it in his hand, but his feet were fixed on the deck as if they were rooted. He watched the person in his memory stretch out his hand to him, just like he had seen in countless dreams, the hand had a familiar warmth.
, touching the ends of his hair little by little, he saw the person in his memory laughing again, as if he wanted to tell himself a longing that he had not seen for many years.
"Martha, I'm sorry."
Lawrence tightened his grip on the medicine bottle and poured the bitter medicine into his mouth.
Martha disappeared.
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