Deep Sea Embers

Helena checked with Fan Na several times to make sure if she had hallucinations.

"So, you're saying that Captain Duncan Abnomar, Shadow of the Warp, owner of the Lost Home, set out to rebuild the Lost Home Fleet after the Frost Events, and he took the first This action... is to allow you to take advantage of the loophole and get a pass for his new ship?"

With embarrassment on Fan Na's face and hesitation in her tone, she still had to nod her head stiffly: "Yes...that's what he told me."

"And the reason why he asked you to apply for this pass is to allow new members of the lost fleet to continue to run cargo business on the boundless sea?"

"...Yes, that's what he told me."

Helena raised her head to look at the direction where Phenomenon 004 sank to the ground, then looked at Fanna standing in front of her, and then looked up again. After scanning back and forth several times, she finally couldn't hold back: "The tomb of the unknown king is even here today. The list of visions has been updated! Because of Duncan Abu Normar’s actions, there are even three more unnumbered visions in this world! The Church of the Four Gods will be busy in the future, and we may need to use a lot of manpower and time. Find out what the unnumbered visions mean—including the 'Lost Fleet'!"

"Yes," Fanna lowered her head, "but...he really hopes that the Church of the Deep Sea can grant a special pass to the White Oak."

Helena raised her head and looked into Fanna's eyes quietly.

Fan Na lowered her head, trying 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 close to 1.9 meters tall.

Helena took two steps back calmly.

"Two things," the female pope seemed to take a light breath, her face calmed down, and she once again restored her usual graceful demeanor, and said to Fan Na, "First, you must not issue this pass. , even if you still officially retain the identity of a judge and a saint, but you are also a member of the Lost Home, which does not comply with the rules of avoiding suspicion, Fanna, you should understand this."

Embarrassment and regret suddenly appeared on Fan Na's face, and she subconsciously said, "The second thing..."

Helena closed her eyes slightly, as if she had settled down: "Second thing, I will sign the passport."

Fan Na didn't seem to react for a while, she stared at the female pope in front of her with wide eyes.

However, Helena didn't seem to care about the momentary surprise and doubt on Fanna's face. She just exhaled and said lightly, "So, which style of passport do you think Duncan Abu Normar would like?"

Fan Na continued to be dumbfounded.

She only heard the pope's voice continue: "The pass will be ready soon, I will pray in the Cathedral of Storms and listen to the revelation of the goddess, if there is really no problem, this pass will be delivered in a secret ceremony In your hands, maintain the ceremony site on your side, waiting for news."

As the voice of this sentence fell, Helena's figure had gradually dimmed, and gradually disappeared in the assembly square.

In the depths of the boundless sea, somewhere in a secret route distorted and hidden by extraordinary power, the towering and majestic cathedral ark is slowly cruising in the territory of civilization.

The steam core output surging power, the sacred steam condensed into a lingering cloud over the church ark, and the melodious bell rang, announcing the successful conclusion of a psionic gathering.

In the deepest part of the cathedral ark, submerged in the "bottom cabin" of the boundless sea, the brazier was burning fiercely, and the fire light 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, and almost at the same time, an old and hoarse voice came to her ears: "Oh, you seem to be troubled thing, little girl."

Helena raised her head and glanced not far away. The flickering firelight illuminated the place, and one could see a "pillar" that seemed to be intertwined with intertwined blood vessels and nerves standing in the dark depths. The artificial pipes and electrodes in his body are connected to those thick nerve cords, and there are shimmering lights in between, flickering on and off.

"You've been awake?" Helena calmed herself down and politely talked to the mythical giant.

"I don't want to wake up, but it's too noisy," said the behemoth carrying the ark of the church. "Every time you use that psionic channel to gather, it's very noisy, and today it's especially noisy."

"...Sorry, something happened, my spirit is not very calm this time," Helena said, "Next, I need to pray and seek enlightenment from the goddess."

"Is there something you want to communicate with the Queen?" The old hoarse voice sounded, "Okay, I won't bother you, I hope you can hear a clearer answer this time, and send my regards to the Queen by the way."

Helena hummed, then turned around, facing the brazier closest to her, closed her eyes, and began to pray intently.

In the huge dark space, silence enveloped the surroundings, and time seemed to stop flowing. Only the light and shadow in the brazier jumped, as if a communication across the curtain was constructed invisibly——I don’t know how much time passed, Helena finally finished her prayer, and Slowly 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...is as vague as ever, but in the vague "guidance", there seems to be something like...emotions mixed in.

She couldn't tell what that vague, unfamiliar feeling was, but after looking down for a long time, she recognized the main part of the revelation: permission and approval.

So Helena exhaled, and then turned her head to look at the nerve cord covered with pipes, cables, and electrodes: "The goddess sent down a revelation, and I also conveyed my greetings by the way."

There was no response from the ears—the giant Leviathan carrying the ark seemed to have fallen asleep again.

Helena is used to this, after saying hello, she grabbed it in the darkness beside her - a blank passport appeared in her hand out of thin air.

After briefly confirming that the document was not taken by mistake, the female pope picked up the pen, swiped a few times and signed her name and some necessary content, then she walked to the nearest brazier, bowed her head and silently recited the corresponding Prayer, throw that document into the fire.

In the blink of an eye, the original and copy of the documents and certificates with her name written on them were swallowed by the flames, turned into specks of light dust, and dissipated in the real world.

...

Fan Na opened her eyes in the cabin, and as soon as she regained consciousness, she panted heavily subconsciously.

The sacrificial hall temporarily built by rough means is still not as good as the "tide chamber" in the church. When she returned, the feeling of being submerged in sea water was extremely strong, which even made her, a saint of the storm, a little uncomfortable.

But at any rate, this psychic gathering was successfully completed.

Fan Na took a few breaths, gathered herself together, sorted out the process of this gathering in her mind, and prepared to wait patiently for Pope Helena's reply, and the message that would most likely be delivered to her through the "secret ceremony" "Pass".

Theoretically, the pope still needs to perform a series of prayer ceremonies to prepare the pass—even if the step of "checking the ship for obtaining the certificate" is omitted for various reasons, prayers to the goddess are still indispensable.

However, in the next second, when the corner of her eye glanced at the temporary altar that had been hastily arranged earlier, Fan Na's expression suddenly froze.

The few thick candles that served as the ritual brazier had been burned out at some point. Theoretically, the candlesticks that could burn for a whole day are now only left with piled up ashes and candle tears. The "passport" with a faint light was lying quietly on the floor.

So fast?

Fan Na frowned, stepped forward to pick up those documents in doubt, and looked through the contents carefully.

A standard permission document, which records the basic information of the White Oak and the extraordinary factors involved, as well as the church's signature, an original pass, and a copy of the pass for routine customs inspection .

Both are signed with the name of Pope Helena.

There's nothing wrong with the papers -- and there can be none.

It's just that it came too fast. I had just returned from the meeting place, and the documents had already been delivered.

Fan Na 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. It was the voice of Pope Helena——

"What Captain Duncan requested has been delivered through the 'Secret Ritual'."

Fan Na looked down at the things in her hand, and dispelled the little doubt in her heart: "Yes, I have received it."

Then she took a deep breath, thanked the Pope and said goodbye, then put away the documents and left the cabin in a hurry.

Duncan was still waiting on the deck at this time - when Fanna appeared on the deck in a hurry, he had a smile on his face: "You have been away for a long time, did the meeting go well?"

"The assembly was...smooth," Fanna hesitated, and the first thing that came to her mind was the three "unnumbered visions" that appeared on the parchment she brought out from vision 004. 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 take a look at this first, the pass you want."

"Permit?" Duncan was stunned for a moment. He did tell Fanna about this, but he didn't expect that the other party would take out the pass when he came back from the rally. Such incredible efficiency made him a little dazed.

However, he still reached out to take the documents and certificates, and sighed casually as he glanced at the documents: "You are really efficient...you take all these things with you?"

"This... is actually a bit complicated," Fan Na said with embarrassment on her face, "I didn't sign these things, Her Majesty Helena, she heard..."

Just as she was halfway through speaking, she was suddenly interrupted by Duncan, who suddenly raised his head: "Wait, who do you think signed this?"

Fan Na 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 Fanna's eyes, and after a long time, he lowered his head again, staring at the handwriting on the passing documents.

His eyes fell on the signature at the end of the certificate.

Signed by - Ge Mona.

Documents, certificate original, copy, three signatures.

That's all.