Deep Sea Embers

The order of Qingfeng Port is being restored quickly - although the scope of the Nameless Man's Dream this time far exceeds the previous two crises of Purander and Frost, it is precisely because of the special nature of the Nameless Man's Dream that in the "Dreamland" After it subsides, its impact on the real world is minimal.

The city that was once swallowed has returned to the real world, and the neighborhoods that were once covered and replaced by nightmares have also returned to their original state. The fire that filled the sky in the ancient god's nightmare did not spread to anyone's head - when a new day comes, this city Border cities have returned to their former glory.

Of course, it cannot be said that this incident has no impact on Qingfeng Port.

People still remember the scene when the nightmare struck. A large number of citizens need to be comforted, and the whole incident also needs a proper ending and interpretation; a large number of people have short-term memory impairment and visual hallucinations after "waking up". Although auditory hallucinations do not reach the level of causing extraordinary pollution, they still require the intervention of psychiatrists; more ordinary people are affected by fatigue, drowsiness and inexplicable heart palpitations. This is after the spirit is extracted and consumed by the nightmare of the ancient god. It is not known how long it will take to recover from the sequelae.

In the witch's mansion at No. 99 Crown Street, Qingfeng Port, Duncan was sitting by the large floor-to-ceiling window in the lobby on the first floor, looking through the window at the street opposite.

The steam walker belonging to the college is patrolling the streets, uniformed knowledge guards and peace officers are checking whether there are any "dream residues" that have been missed in the city, and staff sent by the Government Affairs Department are knocking on doors door to door to confirm status of the residents, registering "mentally impaired persons" in need of help, or taking those in serious condition to a nearby psychological assistance room for treatment.

"...I just went to see Sarah Mel. The situation in the city is better than expected. There should be nothing to worry about - my brother will definitely envy the situation of Qingfeng Port after the incident. Hanshuang was... Make him miserable."

Lucretia stood next to Duncan and talked about the situation she had just confirmed outside.

"I also saw Master Taran El and the Keeper of the Truth who returned to the real world. The former is in pretty good condition, but he is a bit mentally weak and neurasthenic, but anyway, his condition is usually like that, and his vital signs remain stable. Even if it succeeds...

"The latter was sent to the hospital - actually it was nothing serious, just a gastrointestinal discomfort. The burden on his digestive system caused by drinking a large bottle of Blood Crow Mixture far outweighed the mental damage..."

Duncan listened to Lucy's reports and said casually: "If you have time, you can go and see the 'Keeper of the Truth'. He knows about the activities of the Lost Home at the border a hundred years ago. situation, I want to talk to him about this.”

Lucretia nodded, and at this moment, a knock on the door suddenly came from the entrance, interrupting Duncan's communication with her.

Morris, who was reading near the door, got up and opened the door. He chatted with the visitor at the door, and then there was the sound of the door closing.

"It's the staff sent by the Government Affairs Department," Morris came over and said to Duncan and Lucretia. "They are counting the mental conditions of the residents in each house and asking if anyone in this house needs psychological assistance."

Duncan looked up at Lucretia with a strange expression, who spread her hands: "Not everyone knows the situation of the 'Witch Mansion', especially those at the grassroots level who were urgently transferred from other districts during special periods. Civil servants - they are already so overwhelmed with their daily work that they have no time to understand a house full of strange stories."

Duncan shrugged and turned to look at Morris: "How did you answer?"

"I told him that the people in this house were in good spirits, and I was particularly healthy," Morris said casually, "but the Lachem emblem in his hand, which was used to detect mental pollution, suddenly burned - I think , no one should disturb this house anymore.”

"Add a new strange story." Duncan turned his head and said to Lucretia.

"Avoiding some unnecessary social interactions," Lucretia looked in a good mood, "It's a good thing."

Duncan smiled and looked out the window again. After quietly admiring the street scene that was gradually returning to daily routine and vitality for a while, he finally broke the silence thoughtfully: "The incident in Qingfeng Port is over... It’s time to deal with some of the ‘legacy issues’.”

Lucretia blinked: "You mean..."

"Is the Rabbi still on that ship?"

"...I understand. I'm going to confirm the situation of that 'nest' first."

…

Richard felt a little cold.

Ever since he evacuated from the "Dream of the Nameless One" for the last time, he has always felt a little chilly from time to time, as if the blood in his blood vessels was reducing and stopping flowing, as if his body could no longer produce enough heat - - Even wearing an extra layer of clothes or even wrapping a quilt in the room will not help.

He didn't understand what was going on. He obviously had a lot of warm cotton, but he couldn't stop the heat from losing from his body - this "abnormality" made him a little upset and angry.

He asked the rabbi, but the rabbi did not give him an answer. He just asked him to wait patiently.

Fortunately, there was still much to do here, and Richard could turn his attention elsewhere for the time being.

The ship is sailing towards the vast sea, sailing on a "secret route" away from all major waterways. Under the orders of the saints, they are now far away from the so-called "civilized world" and will arrive near the border in a few days with supplies. port.

The believers on the ship took the time to clean up the various "arrangements" left by the previous operations, including resetting the runes in the assembly hall, resealing the "Dream Skull", and readjusting the ship. In order to further hide its "breath".

Richard, together with several compatriots, inspected the runes and "sacred objects" on the lower deck.

"The Saint says these symbols can block the Sun's followers from sensing the ship," Dumont muttered beside him, "…if only these things worked that well."

"After all, we withdrew from the operation at a critical moment - for those 'allies', this should be considered a betrayal," Richard said casually, and then he was a little confused, "But then again...what happened? Will the saints decide to terminate the action so hastily? Are the words of those final preachers so effective?"

"I don't know," Du Meng shook his head, "but the saint must have his own considerations. He can see the shadow of fate, and must have sensed the huge danger in the dream of the unknown..."

At this point, Du Meng suddenly stopped, then quickly looked around, and then lowered his voice and leaned close to Richard's ear: "Actually, I suddenly felt that... this matter may have been a trap from the beginning. There are unimaginable dangers hidden in the so-called 'Dream of the Nameless One', and it was right for us to get out in time. Those followers of the sun may be in bad shape now."

Noticing Du Meng's seriousness, Richard also subconsciously looked around and whispered: "Why do you say that?"

"We have been 'evacuating' in advance for some time." Du Meng raised his head and looked at the runes between the roof and the wall that were faintly emitting an ominous light in the darkness. "The 'Sir of the Sun' has not chased him yet. Go to the ship and ask for help - frankly speaking, I don't think these runes used to block ordinary supernatural beings can block an ancient god token."

Richard was stunned for a moment, and finally came to his senses.

He shouldn't react so slowly. Most of the time, he is sharper than Du Meng - but I don't know when his thinking and reaction started to be much slower than before.

It was as if it was only now that he realized, under Du Meng's reminder, that something big might have happened to the "son of the sun".

"...You mean that the Sun's heir is dead? Killed by the Dream of the Nameless One?" Richard's tone was filled with a hint of nervousness, and he whispered uneasily, "There should be no power in the world that can kill him. The death of an 'heir', could it be that dream..."

"It could also be done by 'his' followers, or even 'him' himself," Dumont muttered, "You know who it is."

Richard immediately shut his mouth and did not continue on this topic.

Don't continue talking about this matter, otherwise the ghost captain will cast his eyes here in reckless words, and the shadow of the Lost Home will rise from the night and take everyone away with the thick fog.

Everyone who sails on the boundless sea has grown up listening to such stories.

But Richard was a little curious——

He knows the power of the children of the sun. Even among all the "children" types, they are the most powerful. They were born directly from the sea of ​​​​fire of the black sun. They are the essential derivatives of the ancient gods. If it is not the real dimension Blocked and protected by the Four Gods, the Children of the Sun can only appear in the real world in the form of projections at most. Their complete power is even enough to destroy a city-state in a short time - that kind of power, even a powerful saint can hardly contend.

Is that "Ghost Captain" really that strong?

The coldness rose from the bottom of his heart again, and Richard suddenly became excited and quickly controlled his random thoughts to prevent his "thinking" from attracting a dangerous gaze coming from the darkness.

At the same time, he heard Du Meng’s voice coming into his ears——

"Anyway, we left this vortex. Although many people were confused about it, we are safe."

Richard was silent for a few seconds.

An icy chill filled the bottom of his heart, and the blood in his veins seemed to have completely stopped flowing. He felt very cold, getting colder and colder.

He felt like his body was almost no longer producing heat.

But he nodded slowly.

"Yeah, anyway, we're safe now."