Deep Sea Embers

To be fair, Fanna felt that Mr. Morris was right.

Flame, holy oil and spices are the three major elements for performing sacred rituals. Although these things can be used as a "makeshift measure" in special circumstances, it is somewhat unreasonable to replace them all with things found in the kitchen. of.

But she decided to try it anyway.

After all, first, she had tried it more than once before on the Lost Home, and second, she really couldn't find more suitable materials in this "Witch Mansion".

"I shouldn't expect a 'witch' to have things like holy oil in her home," Vanna sighed and said helplessly to Maurice, "I'm still neglecting to prepare on a daily basis."

Morris subconsciously muttered: "I always feel that since you successfully held a ceremony with inferior materials on the ship last time, you have never thought about seriously preparing the ceremony materials..."

Fanna shrugged and raised her hand to point out the window: "How about you find a way to buy some for me from the street?"

Morris raised his head and glanced out the window at the street with the dancing trees. Thinking of the current chaotic situation in Qingfeng Port, he thought it would be better not to speak.

Shirley, who heard the news and came to watch the fun, dragged Agou and watched Vanna's actions curiously, and suddenly said: "Would you like to add more ginger and garlic to it?"

When Fanna heard this, she felt confused: "Why?"

Shirley: "When your ceremony is over, let Luni cook two dishes - I'm hungry."

"...Don't make fun of me casually!" Fanna finally couldn't hold back the expression on her face. She glared at Shirley and tried to make herself look more majestic and serious. "This is a serious ceremony. I'm just limited by the conditions." Had to act expediently..."

Shirley didn't say anything as she listened. She just pulled Agou and silently hid a little further away from the door.

Fanna looked confused: "...Why are you hiding so far away?"

"I don't understand this fancy stuff of your 'priests', but my reason tells me that it's better to stand far away now," Shirley waved her hand, "Don't let the blood splash on me when lightning strikes you. .”

Fanna: "..."

Miss Inquisitor tried to calm down her mood and decided not to pay attention to the figures watching the excitement at the door. She took a gentle breath and focused on the ritual of building a psychic channel.

The flames ignited and the grease boiled.

No matter what, fire is fire - at any time, the burning of fire symbolizes the progress of civilization. It is a symbol, a symbol displayed by mortals to gods. This symbol has only one meaning - "I am here."

From a long time ago, when she just graduated from the seminary, Vanna has always thought this way - the form of fire is not important, the ignition of the fire itself is the meaning.

As one of the most outstanding clergy among the young generation of the Deep Sea Church, this is Vanna's only idea that can be called "not in line with the doctrine" in the past many years - of course, it was limited to the past few years.

Now she has too many deviant thoughts, words and deeds.

The gentle sound of the waves rang in the ears of this increasingly "deviant" inquisitor.

She felt the gaze, and a gentle gaze fell on her. Then the gaze turned elsewhere, and the "passage" opened in front of her eyes - at the end of the "passage", the voice of Bishop Valentine came.

"Fanna?" The old bishop's voice sounded a little surprised, "I didn't expect to receive your call suddenly...wait, what does it smell like?"

"It's not important, Archbishop," Fanna calmed down and said in a serious tone, "I want to tell you something, so don't be nervous..."

"What's up?"

"The captain will go to the cathedral to find you soon. He wants the construction information of the Lost Home—all the information."

…

Duncan frowned slightly and stood in the ward with Heidi, looking at the young elf lying on the bed.

"This is a patient who was admitted just this morning. There are dozens of other patients like this - several elven communities have already begun to panic, because no one knows whether they will be the next to fall or disappear. Heidi whispered, "The incident has risen to an extraordinary level of pollution. The church has sent guardian troops to take over those communities, but apart from constantly sending strange elves here, they have no other solution."

Duncan nodded solemnly, then took a step forward, bent down and observed the condition of the young elf on the hospital bed.

The latter's entire body presented a hazy and illusory texture, as if a phantom that could dissipate at any time, barely "staying" on this hospital bed with a humanoid outline.

This is obviously beyond the scope of the previous "sleeping sickness", and it is no longer a "symptom" that traditional "medical methods" can deal with.

"He is disappearing, leaving our real dimension in an incomprehensible way - this is no longer a situation that a 'psychiatrist' can handle. I have used some extraordinary means, but I can only barely keep their minds. 'over here' to slow down this 'disappearance' process," Heidi continued behind Duncan, "On a patient with milder 'symptoms', I tried mind reading, only to find that their mind was Being gradually 'sucked away' by something... bigger, it's like there's a whirlpool that's dragging these elves away from the real world from spirit to body."

Duncan frowned tightly and listened to Heidi's description. After a long time, he said to himself: "Silantis is taking them away."

Heidi was stunned for a moment: "Silantis?"

"It's the 'whirlpool' you feel. I suggest you stop trying in this area," Duncan said with a serious face, "because it is very likely that this vortex will treat you as an 'elf'."

Heidi's expression changed slightly instantly.

Duncan allocated part of his attention to pay attention to the situation in the distance——

The Lost Home has gradually approached the sea area where Qingfeng Port is located, and is now preparing to surface from the spirit world.

Vanna just sent a message that she has successfully contacted the Storm Cathedral in Purland. Bishop Valentine will prepare everything in the shortest possible time and wait for the "captain" to visit.

The situation in Qingfeng Port is still chaotic, and the lush forest is like an endless green hell to the residents of the city-state. Even the well-trained city-state guards and guardian troops are unable to cope with this situation that is far beyond imagination—— Lucretia is taking action within the city-state to provide as much help as possible.

In the distant northern city-state Hanshuang, "sleeping sickness" is also spreading like it is here in Puland.

It is conceivable that the spread of "sleeping sickness" is by no means limited to Purander and Frost. As the situation in Breeze Port worsens, I am afraid that the elves in the entire world are facing the same terrible situation - Silan Tis is devouring them.

But why is this happening? Why did the World Tree rooted in the memory of the elven race suddenly undergo these extreme changes?

At this moment, a slight sound suddenly came from the hospital bed, interrupting Duncan's thinking.

The elf lying on the hospital bed, in a deep coma, and his body was gradually becoming transparent and dissipating. Suddenly there was movement - his body was twitching slightly, and a low and vague grunt came from his throat.

It was as if he was suddenly about to wake up.

Heidi noticed this scene instantly. She quickly ran to the hospital bed, as if she wanted to confirm whether the elf was really regaining consciousness, but at this moment, several other beds in the ward suddenly appeared. The same situation.

The elves in deep sleep twitched one after another, and the same vague grunt came from their throats!

This strange situation made Heidi's scalp numb in an instant. She stood up suddenly and subconsciously looked at Duncan. At this moment, the vague grunts in the throats of the elves stopped abruptly at the same moment.

The next second, these sleeping elves opened their mouths at the same time, as if a consciousness finally established a connection with these "bodies" in the real world at the same time, and they made a clear sound——

"I am Ted Leal, and I am located in the deepest part of the Nameless One's Dream.

"I send this message to the real world through every channel I can find. No matter who it is, please spread this message to everyone as much as possible after receiving it——

“Silandis is crazy.

"She is trying to swallow all the elves and enter the real world to take root and grow again.

“She is not our protector, she is not protecting us.

“We are fighting against Selendis’s main consciousness and trying to slow down her spread into the real world as much as possible – but we are at a disadvantage.

"We need help - do everything possible to prevent the elves in the real world from being devoured by Silantis, and prevent them from disappearing or dying in their sleep, which can delay Silantis's awakening. Repeat, we need help..."

The sounds in the ward stopped suddenly.

All the elf patients returned to "sleep" again, as if what just happened was just an illusion - the connection between Ted Leal and the real world was severed.

"Ted Lear..." Heidi was stunned for a few seconds and finally reacted, "Is he the Keeper of the Truth from Breeze Port?!"

There was a bit more panic and horror in her eyes. What happened in just ten seconds made her realize how bad and serious the situation was.

She looked at Duncan, wanting to ask the "captain" for help.

Duncan frowned. The sudden change of things and the news from Ted Leal were beyond his expectation, but after thinking quickly, he vaguely grasped some... ideas from these "news".

"It seems I have to go," he turned his head and said to the psychiatrist with a serious expression, "someone has to solve this matter from the root cause."

Heidi subconsciously said: "Then from my side..."

"Continue to do what you are doing and delay the progress of these elves being 'swallowed'," Duncan said quickly. "Keep their spirits in the real world for as long as they can - leave the rest to us."