Deep Sea Embers

Chapter 137

Going north from the city-states of Purnd and Lensa, across the "Great Cross Route" where merchants are busy, the cold breath lingers forever over this sea area called the "Cold Sea", and in this sea that never seems to dissipate Under the influence of the mysterious cold air, the entire Cold Sea looks different from other places.

Here, the seawater presents a deep texture that is distinct from the warm sea. Fine ice floes often appear at the intersection of sea currents and islands, and mysterious large icebergs periodically rise from the sea level, turning into temporary barriers or Moving land has become a sign or emergency shelter on the sailing route for some sailors who make a living in the cold sea, and various mysterious cold fog, ice wind and phantom phenomena are the unique landscape of this cold sea. It brought countless strange legends, so much so that the two major city-states of Frost and Cold Harbor on this sea area were dyed with a layer of mystery.

But compared to the large icebergs that can be controlled according to rules and the extraordinary phenomena that in most cases only exist in legends, what the captains who live in the cold sea talk about most is the iceberg that has been active since half a century ago. A terrifying fleet that is real but entangled with countless psychedelic colors - the Sea Mist Fleet led by Tirian, the son of Duncan Abnomar, whose power radiates to one-third of the route in the Cold Sea.

On the edge of an island that is blocked and hidden by special sea currents and thick fog barriers, a steel battleship with iron-gray paint, rigid lines, and a towering bow is quietly moored in the dock. Service personnel and sailors are Busy, add fuel, fresh water and ammunition to the battleship.

There must be no one who knows a little bit about the history of the city-state of Ayden standing there. I am afraid that at first glance, they will notice that these sailors are still wearing the Ayden naval uniforms from half a century later, and notice the white ones we wear on our shoulders or chests. Logo - In Aiden tradition, it is the symbol of mourning.

In the captain's room on the lower level of the battleship, a woman wearing a white navy cloak was flipping through a document.

The woman has a thin figure, a low nose bridge, deep eye sockets, short white hair, messy and neat, and wears a white eyepatch made of well-known leather on her right eye. This is almost a pirate's iconic eyepatch. It looks even more sinister, and the outline between my brows is vaguely similar to this "ghost captain" who scares the world.

A small parrot with colorful tail feathers was parked under a wooden frame in the distance, staring attentively at a brass device next to the emaciated woman - this device is a set of sophisticated and simple lenses with a circle around it. The rocker arm and large lens, with a small crystal ball in the center, look extremely luxurious and full of mysterious atmosphere.

The thin woman also raised her head: "Perli, if he touches it, you will send him to the Brilliant Star last month to accompany these puppets and ghosts."

"Ah, cruel!" the small parrot immediately screamed, shaking the wooden frame, "Ah, cruel! Tirian is really a cruel captain!"

"...You should really ask to find out which bastard taught him that," Tirian Abnomar frowned, "could he be able to say something else?

The small parrot flapped its wings triumphantly: "Perli learned it by herself! Perli learned it by herself!"

Tirian rubbed his forehead: "Damn it, I haven't said that yet..."

At that time, a knock on the door suddenly came from the side, interrupting the communication between Tirian and the parrot.

"Back off." Tirian turned around and said.

The small door of the captain's cabin opened, and a short, bald woman stepped back.

My skin is pale, like a long-dead corpse, and there is an eternal clear haze in my eyes, with a faint sea smell permeating around them, mixed with a... coldness that seems to come from the grave.

A living corpse, a dead body stranded in the world.

Tirian looked at the "living dead" who were leaving the room: "It's cold, the fuel refill is much less?"

"It's about to begin, Captain." The little bald woman known as Leng Lie lowered her head slightly. My voice was hoarse and rough, and a touch of hot white mist escaped from her mouth and nose as I spoke, "The boiler is not ready yet. In pre-cooling.

"Very good," Tirian nodded slightly, "Is there anything going on here in Reggang?"

"As quiet as a stone," the cold tone contained a hint of respect, "We dare to offend your territory - even if it's just one

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If the Half Sea Fog Fleet stays in the Frost Sea, these cowards will not have the courage to cross the route. "

"We are very stupid and can accurately calculate the gains and losses between interests. Half a century later, we will not be able to do it." Tirian laughed. "Go and prepare now. You will leave the port on time."

"Yes, Captain."

The deputy, who exuded the aura of cold death, pushed the door open and left the room, and Tirian's eyes gradually withdrew.

My first officer is a "living dead", and in fact, except for my "immortal", all the members of the entire Sea Mist Fleet are the kind of "living dead" between the living and the dead.

My loyal subordinates have not served in that fleet faithfully for half a century.

In a sense, there is no difference between my own fellow, who is unable to die due to the curse of warp, and my own crew members.

Tirian shook his head, and at that moment, the brass device placed in my hand suddenly made a mechanical sound - I followed the sound and saw that these simple rockers and lenses were slowly moving together. And according to a certain rule, the focus is focused on the crystal ball in the center of the device. In the last second, the crystal ball emits a faint light, and an unblurred image emerges from it.

A young man with long straight white hair, wearing a white silk skirt, with a hint of heat and mystery in his rough facial features, emerged from the crystal ball - but in front of that man, it was impossible to be vague. I saw many magical mechanisms operating automatically, as well as dots of phosphorescent light floating in the air.

"Lucretia," Tirian glanced at the man in the crystal ball and nodded slightly, "I really thought he could remember to send a greeting to his brother after he left for the war.

The young man in the crystal ball was about to speak, but was stunned before hearing Tirian's words: "He is leaving today?"

Tirian frowned: "...are you sending greetings because you are leaving today?!"

"Yes," the man in the crystal ball with a mysterious look like a mage shook his head calmly, "your deep-sea exploration device exploded."

The corner of Tirian's mouth trembled, and then he heard his sister continue: "Everything else is easy to repair. The core crystal lens can be replaced."

Tirian continued to have an expression on his face.

"He doesn't have any new ones here? You exchange them with him for border minerals and samples."

"...Only two city-states can produce spiritual lenses that meet his precision requirements. The main trading channels are controlled by the Academy of Truth. The number that can be circulated inside is very, very, very... unlimited," Tirian finally couldn't help but sigh. tone, "It's only been two months since the next time he broke his detection device..."

"You found a very interesting sample, which may have floated down from the deep sea." Lucretia said.

"...Samples from the Deep Sea are also fine, although these things can indeed be sold to the Academy of Truth..."

"You also collected the phantoms left before the border collapsed."

"That's right..." Tirian covered his head with a headache, "The main thing is that now you really know where to find a new set of lenses for him..."

Lucretia thought for a while: "Robbery?"

"You can always rely on robbery," Tirian sighed, "The Sea Mist Fleet is preparing to formalize its operations. Now you mainly rely on collecting protection fees...

"Oh, forget it," Lucretia finally shrugged. The second half of your words made Tirian breathe a sigh of relief, but the first half of your words made the famous pirate leader feel excited. "You can ask this again tomorrow."

"He... forget it, you can possibly stop his exploration plan," Tirian finally sighed helplessly (I really sighed a lot in just a few minutes), "Tell me about his situation. , your respectable little explorer sister... He wanders around the frontier of the civilized world all day long, has he ever really discovered the signs that your world is heading for the end?"

"You can hear his teasing, brother," Lucretia said expressively, "He has always been dismissive of your sense of urgency, and he has never even really cared about what you found at the border. You can understand that he focuses on more practical things, so you are more grateful that he still provides you with the best help he can despite understanding the situation, but he also wants to

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Forget, your father...the warning I gave. "

...Is your world just a pile of dying out flames..." Tirian leaned under his chair and said loudly as if sighing, "You still know what I saw that day, but There is no obvious fact that I was not crazy when I gave that warning - and he was repeating what I had done before, and even trying to uncover the truth that led to my madness in the process. "

Tirian shook his head and looked seriously at the figure in the crystal ball: "Lucrecia, that world is not exciting enough without a Homeless Ship.

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