Chapter 267 – Thought Spreading

Chapter 267 – Thoughts Spread
Vanna stood up and went to the icon of the goddess in the small prayer room, which was placed on a high platform, while around the platform, bright candle flames were burning quietly.

“We should communicate this warning to the Storm Cathedral, and preferably to the other churches and city-states as well,” Bishop Valentine’s voice came from behind him, “but it comes down to the source of the warning, which, if it is to be sufficiently persuasive, will have to be given on grounds sufficiently convincing to convince the other three churches of God to simply saying ‘a saint had a revelation in a dream’ is not enough.

“The Pope Coronet is aware of the connection between you and Captain Duncan, and she has not sent down any admonitions about it, appearing to have tacitly endorsed it, but if the other churches knew the true situation …… their reactions would be unpredictable, especially on the side of the Church of Death. ”

“Is the influence of the Thirteen Islands of Vesseland …… ” Vanna muttered in a low voice, “The Church of Death’s wary attitude towards the Lost Country is unusual.”

“That’s right, the Thirteen Islands of Visserland, the victims dragged into subspace by the Lost Country, the largest archipelagic city-state under the control of the Church of Death a century ago, to the followers of the God of Death, those thirteen islands are the equivalent of today’s Prand to the Church of the Deep,” Valentine sighed, “It’s troubling , after a hundred years, it’s not simply a matter of hatred, it’s a matter of humanity’s natural distrust of an ‘out of control plague’, and if they knew the source of this warning, they might instead be the first to think of this in the direction of a conspiracy.”

Vanna didn’t say anything for a moment, only to remain silent for a few seconds longer before suddenly speaking, “The Storm Cathedral is coming, perhaps the Coronation of the Pope will have his own considerations on this.”

“Hopefully,” Valentine muttered less confidently, “In any case, now that the Church of the Four Gods has also paid attention to the situation of Vision 001, it just seems that we haven’t paid enough attention to it, and if the Church of the Deep can take the lead and prioritize this matter, I think that it will at least reach the goal of the effect of this ‘warning’.”

Vanna slowly nodded, then raised her sight and gazed at the icon of the Storm Goddess Gemona for a long time before softly consecrating, “…… May you take refuge.”

……

The Lost Country, on the aft deck, Duncan had just finished his tour of the entire ship and was preparing to return to his room to rest.

The Lost Country needed an overall tour of the ship every so often, especially the bilge section – those compartments submerged by the Infinite Sea needed to be shocked and calmed by the captain to ensure stability.

During this inspection, Duncan checked the condition of the sub-space door at the bottom of the ship, and confirmed that the door was still closed.

This made him feel much more secure.

But in contrast to this “peace of mind”, there was a hidden uneasiness in the bottom of his heart: he still did not understand how he had entered the “other side” of the door last time he slept in the bedroom.

He had entered subspace in a blur, and spent half a day on another ship in subspace, and even though he had finally found a way to return safely, as long as he could not determine the mechanism by which he had entered subspace, he could not rest completely at ease.

And the time when he himself entered subspace was exactly after Vision 001 went wrong.

Problems with the “sun”, strange dreams, and entering subspace, the three events occurred so closely together that it was hard not to let people think that there was a hidden connection behind them.

Duncan stood in front of the captain’s cabin, holding the lamp single-handedly, and inhaled gently in the cold night wind.

Perhaps it was because of this “uneasiness” that he had conveyed a warning in his previous “dream communication” with Vanna, although he was still unsure of how much his strange dream mapped to reality, but after dealing with transcendent visions so many times Although he was not sure how much of his strange dream was a reflection of reality, after dealing with transcendental visions so many times, he had at least one experience: ordinary people may be okay with having a dream, but he, “Captain Duncan”, had a dream …… that should not be treated as a dream.

He now only hopes that his warning will allow the Church of the Four Gods to focus more attention on the issue of Vision 001.

He knew that he was not an expert in the transcendental field, and even if he wanted to study the problem of Vision 001, he had no way to start, and what he could do …… was to attract those real experts to the problem.

The warning from “Captain Duncan” is undoubtedly a reason to make many people serious.

Collecting his thoughts, Duncan placed his hand on the handle of the captain’s cabin door, but before opening it, something else occurred to him.

The Subterranean program that Tirion had mentioned to himself.

Duncan frowned slightly, and after a moment’s thought, he pushed open the door to the Lost Ones.

Hovering fog appeared in the doorframe.

He stepped through it.

After a short period of dizziness and a sense of temporal dislocation, Zhou Ming opened his eyes and saw the familiar bachelor apartment, where everything was as usual.

He fixed his mind, and the first thing he did was to check the windowsill, desk and other places as usual, confirming that everything here had not changed before he stepped to the end of the room.

On a simple shelf, the delicate “models” of the Lost Country and Prender still stood in their original places.

Zhou Ming walked over and directly picked up the “model” that represented Prender, and then holding this “collectible” that was neither light nor heavy in his hands, he went to the desk not far away and sat down to carefully observe its “base” structure. The structure of the “base”.

Until then, he had never thought about this matter – it must be admitted that “under the city-state” is not only the blind spot of many people in this world, but also his blind spot.

All he could see was an extremely smooth base. Below the sea level of the city-state of Prand, the corresponding part of the model came to an abrupt end, and its bottom surface was as smooth as if it had been cut off by a sharp blade.

Zhou Ming gazed at the base of the model and fell into deep thought.

If it was a “model”, this neat and tidy base was of course a normal situation, but he knew that this “collectible” was not an ordinary model, it should be the “mapping”, “projection”, “projection” of the real Prynne in this room. “, “projection”, this thing presented by …… should be the complete appearance of Prand!

Whatever is underneath the city-state, be it an infinitely long column or a pancake-like base, it should have a structure, not a part that ends abruptly below the surface, as it does now.

Is it because you didn’t flame the city-state thoroughly enough in the first place? Or is it because ……

He had overlooked this part?
Zhou Ming frowned slightly, his fingers unconsciously tapping on the edge of the desk, then he settled his mind and placed his hand over the model, his spirit spreading out a little.

Inside the antique store in the city of Prand, Duncan, who had just said goodnight to Nina and Shirley, silently walked back to his room, came to the window, and quietly looked out of the window at the night scene of the neighborhood where night lights were all over the place, and where the night was quiet.

It was late in the night, almost all the residents of the city-state had returned to their homes, and the streets and alleys were extremely silent, with only a few points of light moving deeper into the slightly darker streets and alleys, the guardsmen who patrolled the night and the glow from the lamps in their hands.

Duncan closed his eyes slightly.

The entirety of the city-state of Prand was, however, reflected directly into his mind in a much clearer, more intuitive view.

Crowded residential areas, steam factories working around the clock, quiet commercial neighborhoods, waterfront streets with dampness, roadside gas lamps, piping systems spanning the city ……

Somewhere in the city, a squad of Guardians was emerging from an alleyway to check on the next gas and steam node.

The young team member with the portable lamp in hand looked at the quiet street in front of him and muttered with some sighs, “It seems that this night is peaceful and uneventful again …… Seriously, it’s still a bit hard to get used to this kind of quiet night.”

“Don’t slack off,” the young captain glanced at his men, “Anything can happen in the night, watch out for those darkest places.”

“Yes, I understand,” the team member hurriedly straightened up, but couldn’t help but add, “But don’t you think the last two days have been very quiet indeed? I’ve heard that there’s not even a single …… in the city’s recent night patrol records.”

A pale green glow suddenly flickered at the edge of his vision, causing the team member to subconsciously pause.

It seemed to be an instantaneous change in the glow emanating from the gas lamps in the distance, yet it was extremely brief, extremely stealthy, and almost difficult to catch.

“Did you guys see something flash past just now?” The team member subconsciously pressed his hand on the runic steel sword at his waist and whispered solemnly, “The gas lamp seemed to have flashed.”

“I saw your carrying lamp seem to have flashed as well.” Another member of the team spoke immediately after.

The team members subconsciously dropped their gazes on the captain.

But the captain just frowned, seemingly thinking about something, and after several seconds, this senior guardian shook his head, “Keep patrolling – just report the situation to the church when you get back.”

The Guardian squad left the place.

While a similar situation was happening in various places throughout the city.

Shadows of green light floated through the flames, invisible gazes flashed through the darkness – Duncan’s thoughts flowed throughout the city-state, and then, gradually, sank deeper and deeper into the city-state.

In that transcendent and clear “perception”, Duncan let his consciousness sink a little, exploring the structure of the city below the surface.

Inside the apartment room, Zhou Ming suddenly opened his eyes.

A slight scuffling sound entered his ears.

He held up the “collection” in front of him and stared intently at the bottom of the City State of Prand.

Rough and complex new structure …… is the bottom of this “model” a little “growth” out.

(End of chapter)