Deep Sea Embers

Chapter 286 Transformation

"This will be your room from now on. The basic daily necessities are all available. If you need anything else, you can tell Alice and she will help you arrange it without forgetting it.

"There is a small utility room next door, which you can use freely for prayer or meditation. You are a devout believer, so you should have needs in this area.

"Don't go to the lower level, don't be curious about those locked cabins. Occasionally there will be strange creaking sounds or the sound of ropes rubbing against the floor from deep in this ship. Don't make a fuss, just leave it alone. If something is really wrong, I will Will handle it personally.

“Keep the Crew’s Code in mind when living on board.

"Anything else you want to ask?"

Fanna stood at the door of the room assigned to her, looking at the simple and normal furniture in the cabin, still feeling a little dazed.

Ordinary beds, ordinary tables and chairs, ordinary cabinets, everything is clean, there are no suspicious shadows, no blood stains hidden in the corners of the room, and no writing on the ceiling or floor. Blasphemous symbol - If you don't consider that this is inside the Lost Home, then this is just an ordinary cabin.

But if I have to say it, there is indeed something unusual here.

There is a special set of "crew rules" on the ship. There is a "secret realm" deep in the cabin that is forbidden to enter. The entire ship is alive, and even the ropes and buckets on the deck often make disturbing noises.

——These unusual details more or less fit her imagination of the Lost Home.

But compared to all her imagination, those strange things were so violent that they were harmless to humans and animals.

"yes."

In the blink of an eye, the church disappeared, the icon disappeared, the candlestick disappeared, and there were only countless flames in Vanna Alice's field of vision - big or small, far or near, high or low. Candlelight filled her surroundings, jumping and burning in a dark and chaotic boundless space, like stars.

"If you have anything you want to ask, you can ask at any time." Shirley hurriedly stepped forward and looked slightly sideways at Fanna who was following her. "There are actually not many rules on this ship, and the most taboo thing when sailing on an ocean voyage is the crew. Hide your worries - the uneasiness and confusion in your heart will be amplified by the boundless sea, and you never know when you will become an uninvited guest. "

Nina stood up, filled a bowl of steaming soup, and placed it in front of the new crew member.

In her sight, the flame finally began to tremble, and the amplitude of the trembling became larger and larger. Then at a certain moment, it suddenly burned violently, the flames increased several times, and a faint green brilliance was in the firelight. skyrocketing. The whole process lasted only two seconds.

"Yes, rumors of the return of the dead."

"That's one of the reasons why her Pope asked her to come to this ship," Vanna said slowly. "I need to know what the real Lost Home looks like, and I also need him as a bridge to rebuild and civilize. The connection between worlds.”

Vanna looked at the soup bowl in front of her. In her previous conversation with Morris, she knew the "truth" of this New Year's food and the unique symbolic meaning of this dinner. At this moment, she looked at the soup swaying slightly. She felt a slight trance in front of her eyes, but the trance disappeared in an instant.

The icon lowered its head, and a series of translucent, spirit-like tentacles condensed from the pale and illusory smoke, and snaked out from the edge of the veil, slowly falling in front of it.

"Please drink." Miss Doll said politely.

"Frost City is still calm for the time being. The authorities seem to have blocked the news about the submersible - in fact, it doesn't matter whether it is blocked or not. Few people know about the abyss submersion plan half a century ago," he said, shaking his head Shaking his head, "Compared to this, there is another thing that doesn't seem to have anything to do with the submersible, but it seems worthy of attention."

The restaurant has arrived.

Alice raised her head, and the countless flames in her field of vision moved slowly. A large number of flames floated nearby, and only a dim candle came in front of her, burning in the darkness.

"I have remembered it all," Vanna nodded slowly and said to Duncan who personally escorted her to the room, "For the time being.

There were no more questions. "

"Oh, I understand. I can even roughly guess what you imagined the Homeless Ship to be like before," Duncan said casually. "The first day was a lively welcome party instead of a dark and bloody sacrifice ceremony. It's incredible, isn't it? ?”

"Yes, I will always pay attention to your situation," he said, "but I hope there is really no problem with your spirit. For example, if you show signs of being eroded by subspace, then" the spy reported that the Frost Administration transferred the submersible. Arriving at Dagger Island near the city-state, there is an old ocean observatory there, which is now temporarily used as a research facility for the 'Fourth No. 2 Submersible,'" he replied, "They seem to have not opened the submersible's cabin yet. Door - maybe out of caution, or waiting for orders from a higher level. "

"I understand," Duncan exhaled softly, lowered his head and said, "I will try my best to pull you back, and if things are really irreversible, I will also try my best to let you return to you in a manner that retains your humanity. country.”

Tirian stood on the bow of the ship, looking at the dark and cold sea in the distance, frowning tightly.

In the Cathedral of the city-state of Purnd, Helena stood in front of the icon of the Storm Goddess, staring at the burning candles at the foot of the icon.

"Very good," Duncan said calmly, "Put your luggage now, dinner is about to begin - you must be interested in participating in the deck barbecue after dinner. This is just Shirley and Nina's nonsense, but you want dinner Participation is a necessary process for new members to join.”

The mist returned to the goddess's veil, and the icon moved a little bit, returning to its previous appearance of fiercely overlooking the world.

There is light and shadow floating slightly on the surface of the icon, and the hard shell carved from rock has gained elasticity like a living thing. Under this thick veil, a pale and illusory aura escapes little by little.

Duncan came to his empty seat and looked at the table of delicacies in front of him that exuded bursts of aroma under the cool light.

Fanna silently put away her luggage, and after a little firmness, she temporarily left the huge light two-handed sword in the room.

"We have entered the cold sea, captain," the first mate's quiet voice came in the night wind, "We will probably be back at our home port by this time tomorrow."

Fanna's heart trembled. She was determined and finally said: "Actually, it's nothing. It's just that the development of things is different from what I imagined. I feel a little at a loss at the moment."

"Your courier has not yet boarded the ship and was completely transformed two minutes ago. Now she is part of the Lost Home," Valentine said calmly and respectfully, looking at the tentacles, "but as before, She still retains her humanity and sanity, and maintains a spiritual connection with the community of believers.”

The countless candlelights in the darkness faded instantly, and the scenery in the church returned to its original state.

Tirian did not look back: "Is there any new news from Frostbite?"

"No," Nina shook her head, with a simple and serious expression on her face, "That's your fish soup."

There are two illusory tentacles swinging more widely, and the weird rustling sound is mixed with a series of grunts that are impossible for humans to make and recognize.

The tentacles swung slightly, and a low and strange rustling sound was heard, mixed with the sound of gentle waves.

"Is that my destiny?" she couldn't help but mutter.

"Not really... the sacrificial ceremony was not that exaggerated, but the scene I imagined at the beginning was indeed not as peaceful as it is now." Duncan seemed to smile. In any case, you'd better relax now.

Under the illumination of the swinging whale oil lamp, the long table was filled with dishes, and the steaming fish soup was placed in the most eye-catching place on the whole table. The crew members were waiting for their captain on both sides of the long table, while the low and gentle voice Creaking sounds came from the depths of the cabin, like the song that the ancient exploration ship hummed at nightfall.

The night falls, and the cool brilliance of the Creation of the World hangs high in the night sky.

It's quite fragrant.

As she followed Nina to the restaurant, she was silent all the way.

"another thing?"

Ice floes occupy the sea surface, and dangerous sharp ice fronts lurk in the sparkling waves. The towering steel battleship with its bow is standing in the night.

Split the waves while sailing, and head forward in the boundless sea of ​​ice floes.

"Okay, these losers at least have the most basic caution," Tirian breathed out softly, but his brows did not relax at all, "Besides, is there any new news?"

The large and small pieces of ice seemed to be taken from the majesty of the steel battleship. After the Sea Fog approached, they actively dispersed to both sides. Under the cold light of the World Creation, a path seemed to be opened on the sea surface, and the steel Giant beasts wandered through the paths.

Each cluster of flames represents a saint and the reliance on which the Deep Sea Church has flourished to this day.

The Pope stared at the flame and waited patiently.

It would be too weird to go to a restaurant with a two-handed sword anyway.

But her worried look couldn't be hidden from Duncan's eyes.

But she stopped at the last step.

"Really completely transformed." Helena couldn't help but mutter softly, and then subconsciously raised her hand, as if she wanted to touch Vanna's burning flames with her fingertips.

Helena raised her head and looked at the veil-covered statue of the goddess overlooking the church.

The tentacles are curling and contracting, waiting for it to open.

The flame returned to calmness, exuding a faint green color, burning dimly and silently in the darkness.

These candlesticks with complex and exquisitely decorated patterns were burning, and the flames on their tops gradually rose in Helena's field of vision, and then swayed, united, spread, and spread.

Then he became speechless, and then a smile appeared on his lips.

The tentacles swayed gently, murmuring in relief, and then these illusory limbs turned into pale and thin mist again, rising into the air little by little.