Deep Sea Embers

As night fell, Morris was called to the captain's cabin.

Duncan sat behind the chart table with a serious face, and there were already a lot of messy books on the table in his hand--all the books that were brought to the ship from Purand and Frost before, and some were from the Sea Mist Fleet. got the books.

After confirming the "harmlessness" of reading at sea, the collection of books on this ship has been increasing.

Morris glanced at the table and found that the books were classified into various categories—not only anecdotes from various city-states, but also authoritative materials on history, as well as "dangerous reading materials" involving fringe theories such as doomsday theories and the Apocalypse. .

Curiosity and a little bit of uneasiness suddenly appeared in the old scholar's heart.

The captain seemed to suddenly want to find some information, and judging from the books he took out, what he was looking for might not be that simple - he called himself here, probably to inquire about this aspect.

A little bit more vigilant in his heart, Morris quickly silently recited the name of the God of Wisdom, Raheem, and prayed for blessings in the mental field in silent prayer. Then he sat down opposite the captain: "What do you want me to do?"

"...I have encountered some problems, and I need to ask a knowledgeable person like you." Duncan nodded, and then seemed to notice Morris's nervous expression, and smiled in relief, "Don't be so nervous, I'll just ask , may have something to do with history."

Just ask? history? A hidden truth that even the owner of the Lost Home is not sure about?

Hearing the captain's reassurance, Morris quickly tossed Laheem's name back and forth more than a dozen times in his heart, brushing that foolish blessing layer after layer, and then raised his head tensely: "I Ready, you ask."

Duncan: "..."

Feeling helpless in his heart, Duncan also knew that the old man's nervousness was the most normal reaction, so he sighed, and said while organizing his words: "In your historical knowledge, is there any description of such an event? —some kind of gigantic man-made object fell from the sky, accompanied by a large-scale flame and flash, and the falling object may have exploded, split into several smaller parts and fell on the world."

After Duncan finished speaking, he looked seriously into Morris' eyes.

Morris also met Duncan's gaze in a daze.

"...Is it over?" the old scholar asked hesitantly.

"It's over, that's all," Duncan nodded. Of course, he still has a lot of details to describe, but on this kind of vague historical issue, too many details may affect Morris' judgment, so he chose the most concise "If there are such records in history, there may be deviations in the expression, but the general events should revolve around the core scene of 'a huge object falling in the fire'. Do you know similar events?"

The question suddenly raised by the captain was puzzling, but Morris noticed Duncan's serious attitude, and still began to try to remember and think about it. After several minutes, he slowly shook his head: "I have never seen anything like it. Record."

"Does it include all the official history and unofficial history?" Duncan was not surprised by Morris' answer, but he still asked unwillingly, "This incident may have been transformed by mythology, and even became a part of some heretical theories. Because it could have happened in the very distant past."

"I'm pretty sure," Morris said again, "including all official histories, unofficial histories, and heretical theories, as long as I have come into contact with them, there is no event record that matches or is similar to the scene you described—of course, it cannot be ruled out. There are still some extremely narrow legends or lost histories that record this event, after all, there are always unknowns beyond our cognition, but..."

Morris paused when he said this, and then continued: "If it is really a secret history that even I don't know, then it should be difficult for you to find the corresponding information from other channels... Maybe you can find Try your luck in the great library of the Faculty of Truth, and look for clues in the oldest books of Moco and Breezy Harbor."

Duncan didn't speak for a while, but his eyes calmly fell into contemplation. After a long time, he nodded lightly: "You can write to the scholars you know to inquire about this matter. If you really need to contact the Academy of Truth You can also negotiate with the headquarters."

Hearing the captain's rather solemn tone, Morris nodded solemnly.

It seems that this matter is really very important.

As an old scholar who has studied knowledge all his life, he was of course aroused curiosity, so he couldn't help asking: "Can I ask? What is this thing you're talking about...?"

Duncan hesitated, and then slowly said: "I'm not sure, I also touched some illusions by accident, but even if I can't be sure of its essence... I think this scene may be different from the current state of our world, and many Lost history is closely linked."

"I understand," Morris bowed his head deeply, "I will find a way to investigate."

He didn't continue to ask for details, and he didn't ask what the "illusion" the captain was talking about, because he knew that curiosity and desire to explore must be just right, not less, not more.

Duncan added after a short pause: "'New Hope', when investigating information, focus on these words."

"Sounds like a ship?" Morris asked thoughtfully.

Duncan thought for a while, then nodded with a strange expression: "It's...a ship."

It was indeed a ship, a spaceship whose engine exploded and fell from the sea of ​​stars to the earth.

...

Frost, Nangang, and the hidden underground facilities, the undead engineers are busy.

The knowledge of half a century ago came in handy again, the ancient blueprint was taken out from the fleet warehouse, and the engineers as old as that blueprint excitedly gathered among a large pile of machines, pipes and cables, communicating with ordinary people It sounds like a book of knowledge and ideas.

Tirian sat in a corner of the hall, watching his subordinates busy around.

"I really didn't expect that I would be able to use these blueprints again in my lifetime," an undead engineer with a shriveled head, a big hole in his chest, and half of his body powered by a steam engine held the blueprints with an excited expression on his face. He said next to him, "Look at these drainage devices and balance mechanisms. They have made many modern changes to the submersible, but the basic principles are still the same as before, water injection, sinking, drainage, floating, and supplemented by the bilge. ballast weights..."

"I understand your excitement," Tirian glanced at his subordinates, "but I must remind you that you are not alive anymore."

"It's almost the same meaning, it's okay to die," the undead engineer with a shriveled head laughed, his incomplete teeth looked horrible, he raised his hand, and slammed the steam mechanism on half of his body, so that The gear set that was not running smoothly resumed its rotation with a rattling sound, then raised his head, looked at the diving equipment surrounded by his comrades not far away, and said with a trace of emotion after a long time, "Oh...if I could see Just meet the builders, it's well designed and thoughtful...they probably really wanted it to work."

Tirian didn't say anything, just watched the submersible in the middle of the hall silently, and after a long time, he sighed softly: "Go to work, it will really come in handy this time, don't make any mistakes. "

"Yes, Captain."

The subordinates left, and Tirian exhaled softly, and at this moment, a slight buzzing sound suddenly came from the crystal ball lens group at his hand, followed by Lucrece Ya's teasing voice: "You seem to be preoccupied, brother, it doesn't seem easy to be a consul?"

Tirian turned his face blankly, watching the crystal ball on the table gradually light up, and Lucrecia's figure emerged in the crystal ball.

"I specifically moved this thing from the boat, not to hear you teasing your brother here."

"Relax, brother, you won't be a great pirate from now on. A consul is a position that requires majesty and amiability at the same time," Lucrecia smiled, as if she didn't care about the dissatisfaction in Tyrian's tone, and then she said The tone changed, and he asked curiously, "But I really want to know, is this... really arranged by my father?"

"Otherwise?" Tirian sighed, "He has done a big thing here, a big thing you can't imagine, and now the whole Frost is being affected by him, I should feel lucky that he has really recovered his humanity, so Although his arrangement is surprising, at least it's not bad...whether it's Frost or my Sea Fog Fleet, now there is an explanation."

Lucrezia finally put away her teasing smile, and after thinking for a while, she hesitated and said, "Father...is he alright now?"

"Very well, his main body is on the Lost Homelander, he is fishing or feeding pigeons every day, his avatar is in Frost, he goes for a walk in the park every morning, and comes to me in the afternoon to monitor the progress of the project-you care? Then next time When he comes, I will open the crystal ball, and you two can talk directly?"

"Ah, I still don't need it!" Lucrezia raised her voice almost reflexively, and then quickly resumed her ladylike posture, "I... I still need to make some preparations, so let's not talk about this, I am There's a lot going on here..."

"What about you over there?" Tirian raised his eyebrows subconsciously when he heard this, "Speaking of which, what happened to your research over there? What is the situation with that 'fragment' that fell from the sky now? ?”

Lucrezia hesitated for a moment, originally she just found a reason to divert the topic, but at this moment she couldn't help but sighed softly.

"There is no progress, and even Taran El of Lightwind Harbor is at a loss."