Vanna went to the prayer room deep in the crew area on the lower deck. After closing the door, she quickly set up the ritual venue required for psychic communication.
In this boundless sea with limited conditions, the ceremony venue still used materials that could be found on the ship. She used a large candlestick instead of a brazier, her own prayer book instead of the necessary holy objects, and she smeared the floor with a mixture of salt and grease.
Drawing the runes of the storm and building a sacred site - since this was the second time she had done this, she was not as unfamiliar as the last time.
The feeling of being watched suddenly came from the side, causing the inquisitor lady who was busy setting up the ceremony place to stop suddenly.
She turned her head to look in the direction where the feeling of gaze came from, and saw a round mirror hanging on the wall in the corner of the room. The light and shadow in the mirror were undulating, and a lady with black hair and shawl was looking at her curiously.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to peek at other people's ceremonies," Agatha's voice came from the mirror, "I was just attracted by the movement here."
"It doesn't matter, this is not a secret ceremony," Fanna smiled generously, greeting this very special new "crew" who recently joined the Lost Home, "I was just about to contact the Church Ark."
"Well, I know that although the ritual procedures of the Church of Death are slightly different, I can somewhat see what you are doing, but..."
Agatha in the mirror said, then suddenly stopped with hesitation.
"But what?" Fanna asked doubtfully.
"...Is it really okay to set up the ceremony site like this?" Agatha looked at the scene in the cabin very curiously, "It would be okay to use a candlestick instead of a brazier, and an ordinary prayer book instead of a holy object... It's also justifiable, but using the kitchen
The salt grains brought from inside were used to replace the blessed 'pure salt', and cooking oil was used to replace the holy oil... Are the rituals of the Deep Sea Church so free?"
Fanna suddenly felt a little embarrassed: "This... is mainly because the conditions on the ship are limited. I ran out of holy oil before and forgot to replenish it when we docked. But according to experience, there is no problem."
"...It seems that you are indeed a saint favored by the goddess," Agatha couldn't help but sigh, "most priests would not dare to borrow the power of the gods in such a casual way."
The muscles on Fanna's face twitched twice, and she could only reply with a straight face: "Um, thank you..."
"I won't interrupt," Agatha in the mirror waved her hand, and her figure slowly faded, "I'm going to see what Shirley is doing. The captain asked me to supervise her homework..."
The mirror turned pitch black, and then gradually returned to its normal reflection.
Fanna watched the lady in the mirror leave. She was dazed for a while, then turned to look at the ceremony venue she had just carefully decorated, and slowly frowned.
"Is it really suitable?"
She muttered with some self-doubt, then curled her finger and flicked it in the direction of the candlestick - the invisible force instantly ignited the candlestick, and the next second it turned into rising and jumping, far brighter than a normal candle.
The fire lit up, and then the runes arranged around the ceremony venue began to crackle, gradually mixed with the sound of rising waves.
"Isn't this very useful..."
Fanna sighed in her heart, and the next second, she gradually lowered her spirit, so that her consciousness and five senses were gradually immersed in the sound of the rising waves around her.
The ceremony attracted the attention of the gods, and the runes borrowed the power of the gods. Vanna allowed this power to affect her spirit, and used it as a medium to call to the church ark in the distance, waiting for Pope Helena's response.
Psychic resonance relies on rituals to borrow the power of the four gods, and uses this power to strengthen the originally weak spiritual abilities of mortals, thereby achieving contact with distant priests who share common beliefs. This ancient magic is
It is a skill that every official priest must learn. Even today, as technology continues to develop, and even though humans have created convenient modern communication methods such as telegraphs and telephones, this kind of long-distance communication between priests is still far away.
An important way for large city-states to exchange information.
Vanna felt like she had entered a long and dark tunnel, and her soul seemed to be flying rapidly in the tunnel. The tunnel looked like dark rock formations around it, but when she passed quickly, the "rock formations" seemed to be floating.
The hazy corrugated things looked like they were coming to life.
Condensing distracting thoughts, concentrating, controlling unnecessary curiosity and the conscious impulse to reach out, Fanna silently recited the rules she was already familiar with, trying to avoid getting close to any physical boundaries in this "tunnel", and then
, she "saw" a piece of light gradually emerging in front of her.
Unlike going to the Tomb of the Unknown King to attend a "gathering", her psychic communication today only points to the Storm Cathedral on the boundless sea - the end of the "dark tunnel". A hazy and illusory space is quickly being established, and an elegant and dignified figure appears.
in sight.
Vanna stopped in front of that figure, and her own illusory black shadow quickly stabilized.
"Hail, Your Majesty the Pope."
"There is no need to be formal, Fanna, this is not a public occasion," Helena's shadow returned the salute, and then asked curiously, "Why are you calling me suddenly? What happened on 'that ship'?"
"Everything is normal on the ship - but something else happened." Vanna took a breath, calmed down her emotions, and then spoke slowly, "I am conveying to you the warning from Captain Duncan - the Lost Home is sending a message to the entire civilization.
A warning to the world..."
…
The bright yellow light illuminated the old bookshelves and ancient scrolls. On the large walnut desk, exquisite alchemy equipment was maintaining a complex set of chemical reactions. In the large and simple study room, there was a fat man.
The kind-faced elf old man is sitting calmly at the desk - he is the leader of the Academy of Truth and the pope of Lachem, the god of wisdom, Rune.
The old elf was looking at the alchemy device on the table, but in his eyes, a scene from afar was reflected——
"The Lost Home is warning the entire civilized world. We have confirmed that there is an awakening phenomenon of the ancient god 'The Holy Lord' in the deep sea under the frost. This 'awakening' process may be repeated in any city-state. There is evidence that
, the 'flesh and blood' of Holy Lord Netherworld exists in all things..."
The short, fat and amiable elf old man listened silently to the voice from afar, his expression gradually becoming serious. When the other person finished speaking, he slowly stood up from the desk, walked towards a bookshelf at the end of the room and spoke:
"Maurice, if the most intense part of this news is released to the outside world, it will be regarded by the entire world as the most shocking aberration in history - even the Annihilation cultists will think this is a bit extreme."
"There is no apostasy on the road to truth, teacher. Among the 'classics' created by mortals, there are only two kinds. One has been overthrown, and the other is waiting to be overthrown. This is what you told me."
Morris's voice sounded calm and powerful, with a kind of sharp and restrained persistence and courage, which made the old elf couldn't help but recall many years ago - when this extremely talented young human was still studying at the Academy of Truth.
Here, he also had such persistence, searching for all the answers thoroughly, and questioning every question with great courage.
This curiosity and power of action appear to be fierce and dangerous in a scholar. Countless talented young people will quickly climb the peak of truth driven by this force, but many of them will fail in their climb.
In the process, the danger of knowledge itself was knocked down, while the other part had the opportunity to calm down, learn to suppress their own talents under the protection and guidance of the mentor, and learn how to drink the trickle of truth cautiously.
And a smaller number, outstanding students like Morris, can choose the third path——
Master the shooting of various light and heavy weapons, the use of cold weapons, blasting, mystical self-protection and mixed martial arts skills within two years.
They are all the pride of the Academy of Truth and the martial arts schools affiliated with the Academy of Truth.
Lu En stopped in front of the big bookshelf, reached out and pulled out a record book.
After opening it, slowly flipping through it, you will see that page after page are the voices, faces, and faces of former students—their most youthful looks are left in the magical pages, either standing shyly, or waving to people outside the book.
, or making faces, or laughing heartily.
A young human man stood at the door of the classroom, with his arms folded across his chest, looking over confidently. Under the black-and-white image was the name Maurice Underwood, and the corresponding student status record.
"Yes, I taught you that there are only two kinds of mortal classics, those that have been overturned and those that are waiting to be overthrown... There is no apostasy on the road to truth, because the real truth does not need human approval, it exists forever..."
Lu En muttered softly as if talking to himself, looking at the student on the page with one eye, and in one of his eyeballs, the student's appearance today was still reflected - the white hair had climbed up to his temples, and his student status was
The energetic young man in the book is completely different.
The lifespan of humans is really short, and establishing deep feelings with humans is actually a difficult and painful thing for elves - these friends and students always grow old quickly, and then die before the elves can react.
Like a pile of loess, memories and farewells often come very abruptly, and every sentiment will be late, with irreparable regrets.
But Luen is still willing to accept and teach apprentices from human society.
Because even in a short lifespan, these apprentices can still burst out with learning abilities that astonish the elves, and the desire for exploration and possibilities that come with the short lifespan, in Lu En's opinion, are extremely valuable in the process of pursuing the truth.
Characteristics.
Morris's voice sounded in his mind again: "Captain Duncan believes that it is necessary to inform the Four Gods Church of all the information we currently have, and only carry out selective communication with various city-states and explorer associations.
Retain - because the Four Gods Church has the ability and sufficient knowledge to know how to deal with this 'warning'."
"...This sounds very reasonable, but hasn't he thought of another possibility?" Lu En said slowly, "The content of this 'warning' is too shocking, and it even seems like a heresy than the Annihilation Cult."
More extreme heretical views will be regarded by the church as a kind of... hostility, or even as a new heretical mission. For some more conservative priests, they will not first recognize this as a 'warning', but
would tend to see this as an attack on their beliefs."
"He doesn't care."
"oh?"
"The storm is coming, and there is thunder first as a warning - but the thunder itself does not care whether mortals hide. This is the attitude of the captain."
"……Reasonable."
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