Deep Sea Embers

Agatha did not hide anything. In front of this well-intentioned being who had already rescued Frost from the brink of destruction, she revealed all the information she had so far.

Part of the information is what she observed and summed up during the Mirror Frost operation, and the other part of the information is what she obtained from various priests and her cronies after she returned to the cathedral—all It happened while she was trapped in the mirror city.

It's something "the other she" has been through.

The Boiling Gold Mine, which Frost lives on, hides a huge secret. The so-called Boiling Gold Ore has been exhausted as early as the time of the Frost Queen. The consuls of the past may hold great secrets. Consul Winston and "another A "Gatha" disappeared in the depths of the mine together, and before they disappeared, "another Agatha" seemed to discover some amazing truth, and its strong will fluctuations even conveyed to the real Agatha...

Duncan listened silently, only occasionally confirming some details. He didn't sigh softly until Agatha finished talking about so many things.

"You told me Frost's biggest secret—don't worry about me being a malicious existence at this time?"

"After seeing the methods you used to destroy the mirrored city, I think it is pointless to speculate on your intentions," Agatha said frankly, "If you really have malice against this city, then all of us They'll all die before the sun goes down."

"...are you city-state protectors always so ingenious when you praise people?" Duncan muttered, and glanced at Fanna next to him calmly.

Fan Na immediately turned her gaze away, pretending not to hear.

Morris, who was sitting across the table, couldn't help leaning forward—after knowing the astonishing fact that the boiling gold veins had already been exhausted, the old scholar's curiosity had obviously swelled violently: "Then now the boiling gold mines How is the situation in the mountains? Can you still find raw ore? What you have been digging out these years...is really boiling gold?"

"The mine is still closed now. After the mirror image invasion subsided, there were loud noises and vibrations in the mine. For safety reasons, coupled with the lack of manpower, we have not confirmed the situation inside," Agatha said frankly. "However, according to reports from the mine traffic station and the smelting plant...at least the boiling gold transported from the mine before remains intact."

"The city of mirror images has been destroyed... But the boiling gold that is theoretically an 'abnormal product' has not disappeared? This is interesting..." Morris rubbed his chin subconsciously, "You know, those fake monsters in the city are mirror images. Immediately after the city collapsed, it turned into piles of mud... So those boiling golds are all real? What is the principle? Can the power of the Holy Lord Youshen create real boiling gold?"

"Now is not the time to engage in academic research," Fan Na couldn't help muttering, then turned to look at Agatha, "Then when are you going to check the situation in the mine?"

Agatha hesitated for a moment, and said uncertainly: "I think...at least until the order in the city is initially stabilized and the vibrations and loud noises in the mine subside, and...at least we will get through the first period after the disaster safely. One night."

While speaking, she raised her head and subconsciously glanced out the window.

The snow was still falling, and it was still daytime, but the sun behind the clouds was gradually sinking, and the hazy light cluster was about to touch the spire of the church steeple in the distance.

"In two hours, the sun will set and that will be our first test after the disaster..."

"Excuse me, let me interrupt," Fanna raised her hand suddenly, interrupting Agatha's slightly worried sigh, "I think...you don't really need to care about the problem of nightfall, compared to the problem you are facing. For all kinds of troubles, 'night' may become the last thing this city-state needs to worry about from now on."

Agatha froze for a moment: "Why do you say that?"

"...Talking from experience," Fanna said, then turned her head slightly to look at Duncan, and after seeing the latter nodded slightly to herself, she turned to Agatha and continued, "Prand's experience. "

"Pulland..." Agatha was a little dazed for a moment, but in the next second, she suddenly remembered the information she had received before, and remembered the news from afar—the large-scale vision that Purand encountered, the black sun A crisis to come, a history restored in flames, and...

A "rumor" spread from various channels of Plante.

The chilling ghost captain, the moving Scourge of the Great Sea, the terrifying shadow of the Warp, Duncan Abnomare - has found his humanity.

The expression on the face of the young gatekeeper and temporary acting archbishop was a little exciting, and he stood up with a "creak" of the chair.

All suspicious clues are suddenly explained, all uneasy speculations are suddenly confirmed, and loose and messy information is connected in series.

"I admit, the current situation is a bit embarrassing." Duncan shrugged, his tone somewhat helpless.

Agatha maintained a stiff standing posture, looking at Duncan motionless - no one could see her "eyes" at this moment, but the expression of the gatekeeper lady was obviously more than simple embarrassment.

After a long time, she finally broke the silence: "No wonder... your followers call you 'Captain'... I should have thought of it a long time ago, there is another 'captain' in the boundless sea who is as special as you..."

"I'm very sorry about the Thirteen Islands of Viserand," Duncan said. "I don't have any memory of it at all, but it seems that the evidence is convincing."

When he spoke, he tried to make his tone more friendly and reliable, but in view of his illustrious "prestige" and the methods he just showed in front of the Frost City State a few hours ago, the effect of this gentle tone is obviously limited—— — It can be seen with the naked eye that the tension in Agatha's body has not slowed down since just now.

After a long time, this stiff and awkward state was broken by Agatha herself: "I...well, let me tell you frankly, since the day when I was promoted to a saint, the church has been emphasizing to us that once we find out' The clues of Captain Duncan, the shadow of the subspace, must be reported to the highest death hall immediately-the priority is higher than all natural disasters, and it is on the same level as the invasion of the subspace. I don’t know if you can understand what this concept is.”

"Oh, I understand," Duncan didn't open his mouth, but Fan Na on the side took the initiative and communicated with the colleagues in front of him casually, "In fact, we have reminders about this every year, and even have a special disaster prevention plan. , although it was not used later.”

Duncan glanced at Fan Na with a strange expression: "You said this in front of me?"

It was only then that Fan Na came to her senses, and quickly changed her face: "Ah, I'm sorry, Captain..."

Agatha, on the other hand, was a little bit behind the scenes, and it might be because Duncan brought her too much impact, so she suddenly focused on the amazingly tall lady in front of her: "Wait, so you are... ..."

"Judge of the Puland city-state... In a sense, we are colleagues," Fan Na said with a slightly embarrassed expression, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to hide it."

A series of information bombarded her mind, and Agatha felt her whole body in a trance. Only then did she realize that the end of a disaster was really just the beginning—and the complicated situation after the end of the disaster was presented from an angle that she had never imagined. Pressed on her with a bang.

She hesitated and sat back on the chair, and then looked at Fan Na with an incomprehensible expression: "But why are you with Captain Duncan? You should be one of the highest spokespersons of the Deep Sea Church in Prand... ...doesn't Prand need an Inquisitor?"

"This is exactly the arrangement of the church. It is inconvenient to explain the specific situation for the time being. I can only say... this matter cannot be made public for the time being. If your identity does not meet the requirements for knowing, I will not tell you," Fan Na said with a serious expression. He said softly, and then paused slightly, "As for Prand... yes, like you said, it doesn't need judges now, at least it doesn't need the judge and guardian system in the previous form."

Agatha couldn't help rubbing her forehead, and some other information that had recently come from afar and had not had time to distinguish the authenticity emerged from her mind, and she hesitated to say: "So... just like the information mentioned Did Prand really have a peaceful and peaceful night like that?"

Fan Na's expression was a little surprised: "Has the news reached Frost?"

"We're just remote, not closed," Agatha said, and then couldn't help but continue to ask, "Please tell me, is Prand really no longer afraid of the night?"

"...At least so far, the nights of Purland are even safer than the daytimes of many city-states. My uncle is even considering opening a night market to meet the recent changes in the city-state, but this matter still needs to be carefully discussed and discussed. "Test," Fan Na nodded, "Since you already know this information, you must have heard about another thing—after the event of the black sun descending, Prand still has A new identity."

"Vision-Prand, the first unnumbered vision in history," Agatha said subconsciously, her eyes fell on Duncan involuntarily, now, she finally understood the deep meaning of Fanna's words just now, "So... now Frost will undergo the same change?"

Feeling the invisible but real "line of sight", Duncan just smiled and nodded: "Maybe."