Shirley left with Agou, who was still a little uneasy, and Vanna and Maurice also left. The captain's cabin became quiet, leaving only Duncan, Alice, and the dozing pigeon.
Alice was wiping the furniture and windows in the room, while Duncan sat behind the table, lost in thought for a long time.
A creaking sound came from the table, and the goat-headed head slowly turned to Duncan: "Are you still thinking about Lachem, the God of Wisdom?"
"It's not the God of Wisdom - it's the gods," Duncan leaned back in his chair with a thoughtful expression on his face, "The gods... what is the connection between them and this world?"
"Who knows? Each sect's own scriptures depict them as the shapers and protectors of the earthly order, but many cultists believe the opposite. They believe that the gods have distorted the world and even stolen the credit for creation. Mo
There is a novel explanation for what Reese saw in the 'Book of Blasphemy'. The 'Forgotten Kings' mentioned in the book seem to be the gods today... Maybe these statements are wrong, but they are also
There may be some correct parts..."
The goat head talked nonchalantly, and finally shook his head.
"But if you want to ask my opinion, my opinion is... they don't seem to be of much use. They neither make the world a better place nor bring any bad things."
"But for most ordinary people in this world, the protection of the gods does exist," Duncan said casually, "This kind of protection allows most mortals to survive."
"Yes, alive - a way of saying to maintain the status quo," Goat Head said slowly, "Just like the state of frost in the past fifty years, no one knows how many disasters have accumulated under the balance before the balance is broken.
shadow, but at least everyone is still alive."
Duncan was noncommittal about the goat head's evaluation. He just thought for a moment before he spoke thoughtfully: "As soon as Agou thought about it, he came into Lachem's sight, and there are many famous 'receivers of divine grace' in history.
For example, the parties involved were suddenly noticed in daily life and established a connection with the four gods... So can it be thought that the four gods have established a set of 'monitoring' or 'monitoring' of all living beings in the world?
Scanning the system? They confirm the operating status of the real world by sensing certain specific nodes...Does this mean that their interference and perception of the real world is actually indirect and limited?"
"...Those Orthodox sects won't like your way of describing it. It sounds like they are studying some kind of machine, and they don't have any respect for the gods."
"Awe is the farthest distance from 'understanding'. I don't want to be in awe of them, I just want to understand them," Duncan said lightly, "After all, we have helped them deal with their messes twice."
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Footsteps echoed in the long corridor of the cathedral, and the rhythmic echo seemed to strike at the time accumulated in this ancient building.
Agatha, who was wearing a black dress, walked towards the depths of the church. She had no entourage with her. Only her own shadow accompanied the body that had lost its vitality but was still moving. There were gases in the niches on both sides of the corridor.
The light from the lamps and candlesticks intersected, making the shadows cast on the ground appear dim and shaky.
After returning to his room and closing the door, the archbishop and gatekeeper, who had seemed calm and calm all the way, suddenly seemed to relax, leaned back on the door panel, and let out a long sigh.
She no longer needs to breathe, but "sighing" is a manifestation of human nature, and she is still accustomed to using this method as a "symbol" to relax.
After all, she didn't want to let herself... look too much like a corpse.
Order in the cathedral has been restored, and chapels in various parts of the city-state are gradually getting back on track. The tense mood in the city is still continuing, but after the intervention of the Sea Fog Fleet, chaos everywhere - especially security cases -
has been quickly suppressed.
On the other hand, although the distribution of supplies and the aftermath of the victims were still a mess, and serious manpower shortages still plagued every department, after the Sea Mist Fleet entered the city, they "magically" recovered from every corner of the city-state.
We found a large number of professionals with administrative capabilities or understanding of the grassroots operations of the city-state, and arranged these people into the city hall. According to the feedback from the city hall, those people "recommended" by the Sea Fog Fleet are performing at an astonishing rate.
You can quickly become familiar with and take over the work of each department. It will probably only take a few more days of familiarity, and the problem of shortage of manpower everywhere will be greatly alleviated.
At the same time, the public opinion preparation required for the Sea Mist Fleet to enter the city and the personal propaganda work against General Tirian Abnomar are also continuing to advance. The reorganization and reorganization of the city-state's remaining navy and Sea Mist Fleet have also begun.
The new Archon has yet to be officially installed - but the city is already falling under his control with alarming speed.
This was once a development that the officials of the Frost Authority would only imagine in their nightmares, but for the Frost Frost now... this is all a good thing.
Agatha could finally relax a little.
The body will not be tired, but her spirit still needs to breathe a sigh of relief.
After leaning against the door for a few minutes, Agatha shook her head, slowly came to her dressing table, sat down and rested.
Her figure was reflected in the dressing table mirror.
The feeling of being watched made Agatha raise her head suddenly.
There was no one else in the room, and she didn't feel any strange atmosphere.
However, that feeling of being watched is by no means an illusion.
The blindfolded officer raised her head, carefully feeling any movement around her, feeling the flow of breath, her "eyes" slowly swept around, and then across the mirror on the dressing table.
The lifeless furnishings in the room presented various vague and dim outlines in her field of vision, exuding an aura as cold as a tomb.
However, in the next second, the feeling of being watched disappeared.
The figure in the mirror shifted his gaze.
Agatha suddenly stopped in front of the dressing table. She seemed to notice something. After a brief hesitation, she slowly raised her arm and stretched out her hand towards the mirror in front of her.
A cold and hard touch came, it was a layer of lifeless glass.
The figure in the mirror hesitated. After hesitating for an unknown amount of time, she also raised her arm and reached out with her fingers.
The feeling of touching the fingertips suddenly came, accompanied by a little warmth.
The next moment, a new light and shadow appeared in Agatha's chaotic and dark vision - in the lifeless mirror, a hazy outline with a shimmering light suddenly appeared.
They faced each other quietly through the mirror, and a brief silence fell in the room.
After a long time, Agatha in front of the mirror suddenly broke the silence: "Are you there?"
There was a trace of hesitation in her voice.
"Well," a voice seemed to penetrate directly into her mind, "I'm here."
"When...did you show up?"
"The key," the voice in Agatha's head said calmly, "I have been there since you got that key."
Agatha didn't speak for a while.
This feeling was...weird, because she could clearly realize that the voice in her head was her own. She could even feel some of the emotions revealed by that voice when it spoke, but she could also clearly realize that,
The person he is talking to is another individual - it is not an illusion in his mind, not a personality formed by schizophrenia, not some "appendage" of himself.
Incredible.
"Incredible," she said in the mirror, "If I have to say it, the symptoms are a bit like schizophrenia? But obviously not..."
"No matter how good a psychiatrist is, I'm afraid he won't be able to solve this problem."
"Stop causing trouble for the psychiatrists in the city-state - they are all trouble lately."
Agatha suddenly raised her hand and rubbed her eyebrows.
This feeling of talking to "another self" has never happened before. During the conversation... she always has the illusion that she can't tell which one is "self". Although there is no cognitive confusion in fact, she can't bear it.
Always stop and organize your thoughts.
After a while, she raised her head and "looked" at herself in the mirror.
"That key... preserved your soul? And then used it as a medium to send you to mine..."
She was a little stuck when she said this, as if she didn't know how to describe her current state.
Is the shadow in front of me...in my mind, in my own perception, or...is it just a psychological projection?
"I don't know either," the voice in my head came, "I don't know if I have a soul, I don't know the details of this process, and I don't know how the key achieves all this - my consciousness has been unconscious for a long time.
I am in a state of chaos, and I have only woken up in the past two days."
Then, the voice hesitated for a moment, and then continued after a few seconds: "Now it seems that the key should have the power to store and transfer memories, but probably only the Frost Queen herself knows all its secrets."
"Frost Queen..." Agatha muttered, as if talking to herself, "It seems necessary to tell the captain about this situation..."
"...But in theory we should report to the Death Temple headquarters first." Agatha in the mirror reminded.
Agatha in front of the mirror was slightly startled when she heard this. The expression on her face changed, and she said hesitantly: "It seems... that is indeed the case. But the Death Temple is currently cruising at the farthest end of the civilized territory, and I am afraid that there may not be time.
Pay attention to this 'private matter'."
After saying this, she paused and looked up at the mirror.
"what you think?"
Agatha thought for a moment in the mirror.
Thoughts and memories flow slowly between them, and cognition and emotion reflect each other on both sides of the mirror.
A faint green fire appeared in Agatha's eyes in the mirror.
"I also thought I should tell the captain - he obviously has a lot of experience with mirrors."