Helena checked with Fana several times to make sure she was hallucinating.
"So, what you are saying is that Captain Duncan Abnomar, the Shadow of the Warp and the master of the Homeless Fleet, began to rebuild the 'Homeless Fleet' after the Frost Incident, and the first step he took to do so
An action...for you to take advantage of the loophole and get a pass for his new ship?"
Fanna had embarrassment on her face and hesitation in her tone, but she still had to nod stiffly: "Yes... that's what he told me."
"And the purpose of him asking you to apply for this pass is so that the new members of the Lost Home Fleet can continue to run cargo business on the boundless sea?"
"...Yes, he told me that too."
Helena looked up at the direction where Vision 004 sank into the ground, then at Vanna standing in front of her, and then looked up again. After scanning her eyes back and forth several times, she finally couldn't hold back: "The Tomb of the Unknown King is even today.
The list of visions has been updated! Because of Duncan Abnomar's actions, there are even three more unnumbered visions in this world! Next, the Four Gods Church will be busy, and we may need to use a lot of manpower and a lot of time.
To find out what those unnumbered visions mean - including the 'Lost Fleet'!"
"Yes," Vanna lowered her head, "but...he really hopes that the Deep Sea Church can issue a special pass to the White Oak."
Helena raised her head and looked into Vanna's eyes quietly.
Fanna lowered her head, trying hard to express her embarrassment and guilt in her posture.
Yet her efforts at posture had little effect.
After all, the Pope is 1.7 meters tall and she is nearly 1.9 meters tall.
Helena calmly took two steps back.
"Two things." The female pope seemed to take a breath. Her face was calm, and she once again returned to her usual graceful and elegant demeanor. She said to Vanna, "First, you can't issue this pass.
, even if you still officially retain your identity as a judge and a saint, you are also a member of the Lost Home, which does not comply with the rules of avoiding suspicion, Vanna, you should understand this."
Fanna's face suddenly showed a look of embarrassment and regret, and she subconsciously said: "Then the second thing..."
Helena closed her eyes slightly and seemed to have composed herself: "The second thing is, I will sign the pass."
Vanna didn't seem to react for a moment, staring at the female pope in front of her with wide eyes.
Helena didn't seem to care about the instant confusion and doubts on Vanna's face. She just exhaled and said lightly: "So, what kind of pass do you think Duncan Abnomar would like?"
Vanna continued to gape.
She only heard the Pope's voice continuing: "The pass will be ready soon. I will pray at the Storm Cathedral and listen to the goddess's revelation. If there is really no problem, the pass will be sent to me in a secret way."
In your hands, maintain the ceremony site on your side and wait for news."
As these words fell, Helena's figure gradually dimmed and gradually disappeared in the assembly square.
Deep in the boundless sea, somewhere in a secret route twisted and hidden by extraordinary power, the majestic church ark ship is slowly cruising in the civilized territory.
The steam core outputs surging power, and the sacred steam condenses into a persistent cloud over the church ark. The melodious bells ring, announcing the successful end of a spiritual gathering.
In the deepest part of the church ark, in the "bottom" submerged in the boundless sea, the brazier burned brightly. The firelight dispelled the darkness and shadows. The female pope, standing between the two braziers, slowly opened her eyes.
This graceful lady took a deep breath, with a complex and tangled expression on her face. Almost at the same time, an old and hoarse voice came into her ears: "Oh, you look like you are troubled.
It’s okay, little girl.”
Helena raised her head and glanced not far away. The flickering firelight illuminated the place. She could see a "pillar" that seemed to be made of intricately intertwined blood vessels and nerves, standing in the dark depths.
Artificial tubes and electrodes are connected to those thick nerve cords, and there is a flickering light, flickering on and off.
"Have you been awake all this time?" Helena calmed herself down and politely talked to the mythical beast.
"I don't want to wake up, but it's too noisy," the giant beast carrying the church ark said. "Every time you use that psychic channel to gather, it's very noisy. Today it's particularly noisy."
"...I'm sorry, something happened. My spirit is not very calm this time," Helena said. "Next, I need to pray and seek enlightenment from the goddess."
"Do you want to communicate with the Queen about something?" The old and hoarse voice sounded, "Okay, I won't interrupt. I hope you can hear a clearer answer this time and say hello to the Queen on my behalf."
Helena hummed, turned around, faced the nearest brazier, closed her eyes, and began to pray attentively.
In the huge dim space, silence enveloped the surroundings, and time seemed to have stopped flowing. Only the light and shadow in the brazier danced, as if invisibly constructing a communication across the curtain - I don't know how long it had passed, but Helena finally ended her prayer and said
Slowly he opened his eyes.
She frowned, as if the feeling of praying this time was a little different from the past.
The revelation from the goddess... was as vague as ever, but the vague "guidance" seemed to be mixed with something like... emotions.
She couldn't tell what that vague and unfamiliar feeling was, but after lowering her head and pondering for a long time, she confirmed the main part of the revelation: permission and recognition.
So Helena took a breath, and then turned to look at the nerve cord covered with pipes, cables and electrodes: "The goddess has sent a revelation, and I also conveyed her greetings."
There was no response from his ears - the Leviathan beast carrying the ark seemed to have fallen asleep again.
Helena was quite accustomed to this. After saying hello, she casually grabbed it in the darkness beside her - and a blank passport document appeared out of thin air in her hand.
After briefly confirming that the document was correct, the female pope picked up the pen and signed her name and some necessary content with a few strokes. Then she strolled to the nearest brazier, lowered her head and recited the corresponding words silently.
Prayer, throw the document into the fire.
In the blink of an eye, the original copy of the document and certificate with her name written on it was swallowed up by the flames, turned into specks of light and dust, and disappeared into the real world.
…
Fanna opened her eyes in the cabin, and as soon as she regained consciousness, she subconsciously gasped for air.
The temporary ceremonial venue built with rough means was indeed not as good as the "Tide Chamber" in the church. When she returned, the feeling of being submerged in the sea was extremely strong, even making her, a storm saint, a little uncomfortable.
But at least this psychic meeting was successfully completed.
Fanna took a few breaths, calmed down, sorted out the process of this meeting in her mind, and prepared to wait patiently for Pope Helena's reply, as well as the message that would most likely be delivered to her through the "Secret Ceremony"
"Pass".
Theoretically, the Pope still needs to conduct a series of prayer ceremonies before the pass is prepared - even if the step of "inspecting the ship to receive the certificate" is omitted for various reasons, blessings to the goddess are still indispensable.
However, the next second, when the corner of her eye glanced at the temporary altar that had been hastily arranged, Fanna's expression suddenly froze.
The few thick candles that served as the ceremonial braziers had burned out at some point. The candlesticks that were theoretically enough to burn for a whole day were now filled with accumulated ashes and candle tears, but among the last wisps of dissipated smoke, a portion of the candle still emitted.
The "passport document" with a faint luster was lying quietly on the floor.
So fast?
Fanna frowned, stepped forward to pick up the documents in confusion, and looked through the contents carefully.
A standard permission document, which records the basic information of the White Oak and the supernatural factors involved, as well as the church's signature and seal, an original pass, and a copy of the pass for routine customs inspection.
.
They are all signed with Pope Helena's name.
There's nothing wrong with the documents - there can't be anything wrong with them.
It's just that he arrived too quickly. He had just returned from the meeting place and the documents had already been delivered.
Fanna held the documents and certificates and examined them carefully for a long time. After a while, she suddenly heard a voice coming into her mind. That was the voice of Pope Helena——
"What Captain Duncan wants has been sent through the 'Secret Rite'."
Fanna lowered her head and glanced at the thing in her hand, dispelling the little doubt in her heart: "Yes, I have received it."
Then she took a breath, thanked the Pope and said goodbye, then put away the documents and hurriedly left the cabin.
Duncan was still waiting on the deck at this time - when Vanna hurriedly appeared on the deck, a smile appeared on his face: "You have been gone for a long time, did the meeting go well?"
"The meeting went...smoothly," Fanna hesitated. The first thing that came to her mind was the three "unnumbered visions" that appeared on the parchment she brought out from Vision 004. She spoke with a complex expression.
He glanced at the smiling "participant" in front of him, and then handed over the pass document that had just been delivered from the Cathedral of Storms, "But please take a look at this first, the pass you want."
"Pass?" Duncan was stunned for a moment. He had indeed told Vanna about this, but he didn't expect that she would take out the pass when she came back from attending the meeting. Such incredible efficiency made him a little confused.
However, he still reached out and took the documents and certificates, and while scanning the documents, he sighed casually: "You are really efficient...you carry all these things with you?"
"This...actually the matter is a bit complicated," Fanna said with embarrassment on her face, "These things were not signed by me, but by Her Majesty Helena. She heard about it..."
When she was halfway through her words, she was suddenly interrupted by Duncan, who suddenly raised his head: "Wait, who do you think signed this?"
Fanna was stunned. She didn't know why the captain had such a big reaction: "Yes... Your Majesty Helena, is there any problem?"
Duncan didn't answer. He just looked into Vanna's eyes. After a long time, he lowered his head again and stared at the handwriting on the popular documents.
His eyes fell on the signature at the end of the certificate.
Signed by—Gamona.
Documents, original certificate, copy, three signatures.