Lucretia came to Duncan with the scary and weird rabbit doll. She sat down on the sofa next to Duncan, while Rabbi carefully walked to the sofa and sat down on the ground with a "plop".
"I have sent the 'Saint' to the containment room of the Brilliant Star. There are sealing facilities specially designed to deal with various border and spiritual world contaminants. He will slowly recover there until he can satisfy your needs.
'Ritual' needs.
"The surviving 'sacrifice' have now been placed in the city-state's rescue center. I said hello to Sarah Mel. Qingfeng Port will take good care of those people and send them home as much as possible... They
Some people's sanity and memory have collapsed and they cannot tell where their home is. Psychiatrists will later intervene to provide help.
"According to your instructions, I left the 'artificial beacon' on the ship. You should be able to sense the status of the ship through the beacon now...
"In addition, I took inventory of the materials that can still be used on that ship. There are a lot of them. If there is a chance, I can transport them back - it is a rich loot for the time being. Anyway, a ghost ship that sails by itself will definitely be
There is no need for fuel and mechanical spare parts..."
Lucretia reported the situation to Duncan one by one, in a clear and well-organized manner.
Obviously, she is really familiar with these "aftercare" tasks.
"Well," Duncan nodded with satisfaction, not stingy with his praise, "Well done."
Lucretia opened her mouth, suddenly looking hesitant.
Duncan noticed this: "Anything else?"
"...I told my brother what happened here, and he asked us if we needed a fleet," Lucretia said, "Considering that the 'nest' of the Annihilation Cult may have been a place that has been operating for centuries or even longer.
The long-standing maritime fortress is located in the border fog, and a real 'offensive' may be needed next. He said that if necessary, he can send a sea fog fleet over."
"It's not necessary," Duncan thought seriously for a moment, then shook his head, "At least it's not necessary now. We don't know what that lair looks like yet, and rashly expanding the scale of the operation may not be worth the gain... It's better to explore the mist first.
Let’s talk about the situation.”
"Okay." Lucretia nodded.
At this moment, a sudden appearance from outside the house interrupted the conversation in the living room.
Lucretia frowned and looked up in the direction of the entrance. Almost the next second, the doorbell sounded from that direction.
Luni, who was standing in the corner of the living room waiting, immediately got up and walked to the door, while Lucretia quickly ordered: "If you don't order a newspaper, buy insurance, don't have raffle tickets, don't fill out the community questionnaire, and if you claim to be a community fundraiser, just drive them away last month."
There has been an announcement. They are a bunch of liars - I really don’t understand why people still dare to come here..."
"The mistress," before Lucretia could finish speaking, Luni's figure returned to the living room again, "it is Your Excellency the Keeper of the Truth."
Lucretia: "...Um?"
While she was stunned, a helpless voice came from the door: "I know that Miss Witch never likes people to visit her, but this time it is indeed a special situation - there is an invitation from the Four Gods Church. , to convey to your father."
Accompanied by this tired and helpless voice, Ted Leal had already stepped into the living room. The "Keeper of the Truth" looked as good as ever, and at the same time, he was surrounded by the aura of being unable to rest after working overtime for a month. field.
"Normally, others don't dare to get close to your 'Witch Mansion'. Taran El has a lumbar problem today and can't get up, so I have to come in person."
As he finished speaking, Ted Leal had noticed Duncan sitting on the sofa, and a smile suddenly appeared on his face: "Good day, Captain."
"Talan El can finally lie down for a few days," Lucretia said casually after hearing the news brought by Ted, "I even think this is a good thing."
"Not to me, I paid three Solas for this," Ted Leal said with regret in his tone, "I made a bet with several colleagues in the college about which part of Taran's body would go wrong next time, and we lost a lot. Tragic... By the way, I bet on hemorrhoids."
Lucretia's expression was a little subtle: "You are so boring..."
Ted Leal shrugged: "But I've guessed it right several times before."
Morris, who was sitting on the sofa, stood up and greeted the "Secretkeeper of Truth": "Ted, have you recovered?"
"It's just a slight gastrointestinal disorder - it doesn't affect me as much as the papers those brats rushed out overnight," Ted Leal waved his hand, and then his eyes involuntarily fell on Morris. He was puzzled and confused. I looked at the latter in astonishment for several seconds before finally speaking with a subtle expression, "I was in such a hurry that I didn't have time to observe, Maurice, you're so stupid..."
He stopped suddenly. After a moment of hesitation, he seemed to understand something and breathed out softly.
"Nothing, he looks quite energetic."
"Really? I also feel that I am in a good state now - my daughter is a psychiatrist, and she also thinks that my mentality is very healthy." Morris laughed, his eyes behind the monocle were as bright as ever, and his smile was With a gentle and elegant temperature.
Only saints and scholars with extremely high spiritual talents can perceive from his smile, eyes and voice the extremely difficult to detect madness and noise that has long deviated from human reason.
Ted Leal's eyes left Morris and fell on Duncan.
Many, many years ago, he had been friends with the greatest explorer in history.
For an elf, establishing friendship with humans is something that requires great caution and requires sufficient psychological construction.
But Ted Leal could never have imagined that his psychological construction was completely in the wrong direction - what he should worry about was not saying goodbye to short-lived humans, but reuniting with an eternal subspace shadow.
Fortunately, the brilliance of humanity still shines in this shadow - although that brilliance is filled with many truths that he dare not pry into, and echoes with many noises that he dare not listen to.
"I was just discussing the Four Gods Church with Maurice," Duncan said proactively. "I knew there was going to be a gathering, but I didn't expect the official news to come so quickly."
Ted Leal was silent for a moment, then took out a letter sealed with a delicate wax seal from his arms, placed it on the coffee table, and pushed it towards Duncan.
"I'm not sure if you care about the 'invitation letter'. Anyway, Academy Ark asked me to give this to you," he said. "It already has the signatures of the Four God Popes on it. You can regard this as
The Four Gods Church’s first official and formal show of goodwill towards the Lost Home Fleet.”
Duncan's eyes fell on the beautifully packaged letter, he reached out to open it, and took out the special "invitation letter".
On the hard cardboard, it was written in beautiful handwriting that the Four Gods Church would hold a "special closed-door meeting", as well as an invitation to the "Lord of the Lost Fleet" and "The Great Explorer Captain Duncan".
There was nothing special about it, only the four shining signatures at the end of the invitation strongly attracted Duncan's attention.
They are as dazzling as arcs burning in the darkness——
Rahm, Tarezin, Gomona, Bartok.
Duncan looked at these names calmly and felt that he was not surprised at all.
"It says the meeting will be held tomorrow - so soon?" he said casually while putting away the invitation.
"Yes, at least judging from His Majesty Luen's attitude, the sooner this gathering is held, the better." Ted Leal nodded, "Before noon tomorrow, the fleets of the Four Gods Church will arrive at Qingfeng Port one after another.
Nearby, all the pilgrim arks will appear - it will be a great event."
Duncan was startled when he heard this, and Morris next to him subconsciously exclaimed: "Ah? You mean, the rally will be held in the real world, and the four popes will gather here?"
"Yes, I thought at first that this would be a 'meeting' held through spiritual resonance, just like the gatherings held by popes and saints in the past, but I didn't expect that the meeting would be held in the real world, let alone
...just tomorrow."
"For such an important 'closed-door meeting', this is almost equivalent to no preparation process, and the voyage of the Pilgrimage Ark itself also takes time..." Duncan was thoughtful, seeming to have thought of something, "
Therefore, the most reasonable answer is that the four pilgrim arks have been gradually mobilized near the southern border as early as today - even before the Qingfeng Port incident, the Four Gods Church may have had a gathering plan, while the situation in Qingfeng Port was just
An unexpected opportunity allowed them to arrange the gathering here and tomorrow?"
"It seems like it should be like this."
"...What happened recently? Is it related to the recent frequent activities of the church in the border waters and the fleets gathered near the 'Eternal Veil'?"
"I know the circumstances you mentioned, but I don't know the specific details."
Duncan was a little surprised: "Even you, the keeper of the truth, don't know these things?"
"I really don't know," Ted Leal shook his head. "The Keeper of the Truth is the same as the judge, gatekeeper, and firekeeper. Although he is the highest representative of the church in the city-state, what we have is only
The affairs of the city-state, and the four pilgrim arks actually operate independently of the entire church system. The four popes directly command those arks. All 'secrets' will be sealed within the ark fleet and will not be shared with the city-states and between city-states.
The operation of the church creates interactions, especially...those more dangerous secrets."
He raised his head and looked into Duncan's eyes seriously.