The morning light is fading, and Vision 001, locked by double rune rings, is rising little by little from the distant horizon. In the gradually spreading glow, a huge sailing ghost ship is floating on the endless calm sea, gradually rising in the early morning.
Plated with a layer of brilliance.
At the far end of the sea, deep in the faint morning mist, you can vaguely see the silhouette of the Frost City State - the trauma of the city state and the joys and sorrows of countless people have all turned into a hazy mist at this distance, as if dissolving in the sunlight.
Duncan sat quietly on the edge of the bow deck, setting up a fishing rod beside him, watching the fishing line reflect the sun in the morning glow, and occasionally raised his head to look in the distance, in the direction of the frost city-state.
At this time, most places in the city were still quiet. He didn't have to pay too much attention to the incarnations in the city-state, and could enjoy the comfort of the boat.
Pigeon Aye walked up and down on the big wooden barrel next to him. There was a pile of French fries on the lid of the wooden barrel, which were brought to the ship from the Frost City State - different from Pland's French fries, Frost
Frostman will add some special spices to the French fries to give them a salty aroma. Ai is obviously very satisfied with this. He occasionally looks up at his master who is fishing, or at the sea in the distance.
I spent all my time lowering my head and munching on food.
On the other side of Duncan, on another shorter barrel, Shirley was lying there writing furiously, with a sad expression as if she was facing an enemy of life and death.
Agou was lying quietly beside Shirley, holding a book of "Modern Geometry" in his paws. The deck next to him was filled with scratch papers with marks and figures.
Feeling this moment of tranquility, Duncan couldn't help but curl up the corners of his mouth, and the gloom accumulated in his heart over the past few days was gradually dispelled.
But obviously not everyone at the scene was enjoying this "quietness".
"Why can Nina just sleep in the cabin... I have to get up early to catch up on my homework..." Shirley couldn't help but muttered, her expression was so depressed that she could squeeze out water, "If I had known I would come back,
I can only do my homework on the boat, so I might as well continue in the city and occasionally go shopping..."
"There is nothing to visit in Hanshuang now, and in the foreseeable future, life in that city will not be very comfortable," Duncan said lightly after hearing this, "Besides, don't complain about homework.
Oh, who let your homework be eaten by a wild dog? You said it yourself."
Shirley raised her head aggrievedly: "Then why doesn't Nina need to make up for it?"
"Everyone knows that she must have finished writing. Morris will give her a set of comprehensive papers to test her self-study during this period." Duncan glanced at Shirley, "Nina is different from you. She doesn't need to
People urge you.”
Shirley shrank her neck: "Then... is there a possibility? In fact, I have already written..."
Duncan deadpanned: "How do you spell the plural form of 'pebbles'?"
"I haven't memorized this yet..."
"This is the second page of your previous assignment. You didn't finish both pages."
Shirley's expression was stunned and she fell silent for a moment. Then the girl let out a long sigh, lowered her head and continued to fight desperately with her spelling homework.
Duncan smiled and shook his head, and then his eyes involuntarily fell on the dog beside him - the latter was temporarily putting the book aside, holding a pencil in his paw and scratching on the draft paper on the deck.
Auxiliary line.
Duncan's gaze made Agou's soul suddenly tremble, the dog's head trembled subconsciously, and the auxiliary line became crooked.
"Ship...Captain?" Agou raised his head nervously, wanting to avoid Duncan's gaze but not daring to really turn his head away. The dog's head kept shaking.
Duncan reached out and touched Agou's ugly skeletal head. His expression was a little subtle. After a few seconds, he couldn't help but say: "Is your study progress a bit too fast? Why do I think you can do it after a while?
Are you following Morris’s teaching schedule directly?”
"Ah? I don't feel anything," Agou was stunned for a moment when he heard the words. The red light in his empty eye sockets flickered on and off, as if he was in a daze, "I think these things are quite interesting... I am learning quickly.
Any questions?"
Duncan thought for a while, smiled and shook his head: "Forget it, it's no problem. It's always good to learn more. Then you and Shirley will not be considered illiterate on average."
Agou said "Oh" in confusion, and Duncan exhaled slightly, then looked back at the fishing rod which was still motionless.
Didn't catch a single fish this morning.
"It's a big battle. I'm afraid we won't be able to catch any fish in the surrounding waters in a short time." He sighed regretfully and slowly packed up his fishing things. "There was too much movement, and even the descendants of the deep sea were not willing to go near this place."
Is there a place..."
When Shirley heard this, she couldn't help but raise her head: "Then are we leaving here? When will you pick up Mr. Morris and Sister Vanna from the city?"
Duncan stopped packing the fishing rod and turned to look at Shirley: "Did I say that the Frostbite thing is completely over?"
"Ah?" Shirley was a little confused, "Isn't everything done? And you also recommended Mr. Tirian to the city hall. I thought you were going to leave all the rest to him."
"Indeed, I plan to leave all the troubles in this city to him - but there are still things that the Sea Mist Fleet cannot solve," Duncan continued to clean up and said casually, "Those things have to be dealt with by me personally.
, until it’s solved, it’s best for the Lost Home not to stay far away from here.”
Shirley still didn't react: "What can't be solved by the Sea Mist Fleet? That's..."
Duncan lowered his eyelids and glanced at her lightly: "Where does the mirror frost come from?"
Shirley thought for a while and then spoke uncertainly: "Is it... summoned by those cultists from the deep sea?"
"More or less, the Mirror Frost summoned from the deep sea is a 'product', a transformed thing, and everything we destroyed in the process, including the sacrificial site deep in the Mirror Frost, is essentially
In fact, they can only be regarded as 'summons'. Since there are summons, there is also a source of summons."
Shirley finally reacted, astonishment gradually appeared in her eyes.
"You mean...the things on the bottom of the sea are still there?!"
"If my judgment is correct, everything near the sea, whether it is the fakes or the mirror city-state itself, is essentially just the spread and projection of power, just like a huge plant that keeps growing from bottom to top. When the frost has just ended,
In that fierce battle, we only eliminated the overgrown crown of the out-of-control plant, but its roots are still there," Duncan said calmly, "Don't forget, the Frost Queen threw several into the sea.
The deep submersible barely touched the body of that thing - that power has an 'entity' in the deep sea."
Shirley finally couldn't sit still anymore, she almost jumped up: "Ah? Then we have to dive into the deep sea to fight with that thing? Otherwise, will it create another mirror image soon?!
"
"Soon? That's not the case," Duncan smiled and shook his head. "The matter is not as serious as you think. Even if the main body is still there, it must have been severely damaged now. I have almost completely burned out its spread.
, the rest...after losing the ritual support of those cultists, most of them are in a state of sleep or dormancy. Even if they really leave it alone, they may have to wait for another half a century before problems arise again."
Having said this, he suddenly stopped and stretched out his hand toward the air.
"Are you right, Agatha?"
A cluster of green flames burned at Duncan's fingertips, and quickly jumped in the air, expanding to form a whirlpool-like curtain, and in the blazing curtain, wearing a black dress and an eye patch,
The blind priestess was standing there in a praying posture, with her hands clasped in front of her chest.
Shirley and Agou stared at this scene dumbfounded.
"Yes, this is exactly what we are worried about," Agatha raised her head, her slightly magnetic voice sounded ethereal, "Everyone who knows the truth about the Qianyuan Plan will be so worried - we are just
It has eliminated the 'products' that appeared on the surface of the sea, but it has no power to eliminate the 'original body' that may still be dormant in the deep sea."
"We can't leave it alone for another fifty years, and then wait for the next crisis to repeat the Frost Defense War," Duncan said. "I don't mind helping every time, but there will always be more in the war."
Many unnecessary victims."
"...Now Hanshuang, I'm afraid there is no spare time to build such a deep submersible," Agatha said after a moment of silence, "It is not only the problem of the deep submersible itself, but also other equipment and data required for diving.
, personnel, material resources... none of these can be obtained by a Hanshuang who is waiting for something to be done."
"Then make preparations as soon as possible and let your city hall come up with a solution," Duncan said lightly. "If it doesn't work, prepare an iron coffin that can be exploded in the deep sea and put a corpse inside. I can pass
This medium goes to the bottom of the sea to check out the situation - although the power that the temporary incarnation can carry is limited, as long as a stable channel is established, I should be able to spread the flames to the bottom of the sea."
(It’s time to recommend the book ~ "Fortress of Light", the author is a panda who can wrestle. The following is the author's own words for recommending the book:
Extraordinary awakening, the building will collapse.
Flesh and flesh are bitter and weak, how can we ascend?
The story begins with receiving a ruler bearing truth.)