Chapter 440 Captain’s advice
Chapter 440 – The Captain’s Advice
Duncan shifted into a more comfortable position, leaning back against the backrest of the couch, his gaze passing through the gaps between the bandages crisscrossing his face as he looked at the goddess officer in front of him with a wry smile.
“Now that you know who I am, how do you feel,” he said with a grin, “Standing up for the Church of Death – you should report this immediately.”
Agatha opened her mouth for a long moment, unable to speak, and it was another full half-minute before she spread her hands with a bitter smile, “You’ve put me in a very awkward position ……”
“But you really should report everything that happens here to the Church immediately,” Duncan put away his smile, his tone finally becoming serious, “Prender was the first, Frost was the second – that group of cultists have in the past years It’s true that they’ve been looking for a lot of trouble in the past years, but never before has trouble on this scale appeared so intensively, and let’s not forget that in addition to the two city-states coming close to extinction, the sun above our heads, Vision 001, has also taken a disturbing turn recently.”
Agatha immediately shook herself out of her embarrassment, her expression growing serious at Duncan’s reminder, “…… You mean there is a connection between all these events?”
“I don’t know – don’t be so surprised, it’s not like I’m some all-knowing being,” Duncan said casually, “but I have a habit of tending to think that when various small probability events happen one after the other they are ‘precursors’ to a larger system that is gradually going wrong. While what the cultists in the two city-states are doing may seem unrelated, have you considered why they have both been successful in the recent past? There have been so many large-scale heretical sacrifices in recorded history, how many of them have managed to make a stir?”
Agatha fell into deep thought, her expression gradually becoming grave.
“Report it up, all of it,” Duncan said softly, “and don’t let any clues go by – let the minds of the wise think on it.”
“I understand, I’ll report it as I see it,” Agatha nodded solemnly, then said, looking at Duncan as if for special emphasis, “All of it.”
“I look forward to the reaction of the Church of Death,” Duncan exhaled softly, as if letting go of a preoccupation, “It’s no good dragging it out all the time.”
A moment of silence then fell over the parlor, as if everyone was lost in their own thoughts (except Alice), and it was only after an unknown amount of time that Agatha suddenly spoke up to break the silence, “I should be getting back.”
“Not stay longer?” Duncan said, “The way things are now, you’ll have a million things to worry about when you go out, and there aren’t many chances to hide out here in peace and quiet.”
“That’s precisely why I need to get back as soon as possible,” Agatha shook her head, “The city-state has a myriad of problems that need to be solved right now, and it’s not just the church, but the situation at the town hall is a mess as well – if I hide out any longer, there’ll be really no one will be able to preside over the situation.”
“A mess? ……” repeated Duncan thoughtfully, before suddenly asking a question, “Do you think that with Frost’s current remaining organizational strength and manpower, you can really restore order to the entire city in a short period of time? ”
Agatha was stunned for a moment, seemingly unable to understand Duncan’s intention in asking this question so suddenly, but after a short silence she nodded, “…… I will do my best.”
“‘Do everything you can’ – but often, doing everything you can doesn’t solve the problem.”
“…… What do you mean?”
“I just suddenly had a very bold suggestion,” Duncan smiled, his gaze falling on Agatha, “from an outsider.”
……
By the time Agatha left 44 Oak Street, the light was fading, the power of the sun was fading from the real world, and light snow was still fluttering across the sky – fine drifting snowflakes falling from the dark chaos, through the dim halo of light spilling from the gas street lamps, gradually covering the cold, clear streets.
The night patrols of the Guardians passed by at the far intersection, the clacking footsteps of the steam walkers occasionally broke the silence of the streets, the chimes of day and night were drifting in the distance, and the sound of the organ of the chapel on the corner was heard on the evening breeze.
The scarred city-state licked its wounds in the night.
Cold winds crossed the streets, curling Agatha’s hair and skirts as she stretched out her hand in the small snow drifts on the street, her head slightly sideways, “It’s still snowing.”
Vanna, who had escorted her out the door, turned her eyes curiously, “You can’t see the snowflakes?”
“Can’t see it – but can feel it,” Agatha said softly, “I have so much more in my field of vision now, yet so much less, it’s taking a long time to get used to.”
She slowly withdrew her hand, and a sudden smile appeared on her face, “But the good news is that I can no longer feel the cold craggy winds, for no matter how thickly I wear my clothes, or how many hearth fires I light, the world feels …… as cold.”
“…… I’m sorry, it’s hard for me to imagine what that feels like.”
“Oh, don’t worry about it, in fact, it doesn’t bother me much,” Agatha smiled, slowly clenched her fists, and along with the convergence of power her entire body, crisscrossed with “wounds” in the gradually surfaced a little bit of greenish flames, the flames in her The flame flowed in her body, just like blood, “This will be better.”
Vanna was silent for a few seconds, “The captain would probably have a wonderful look on his face if he knew that you used the flame he gave you to keep warm.”
“What’s he like?” Agatha asked with sudden curiosity as she put away the power of the flame, “Is he usually …… harsh or scary?” “How do you feel? You’ve already had contact with him twice.”
“I feel that all the information deviates from the truth, he is far more calm and friendly than I thought, but …… perhaps I should refer to him more as ‘He’, I don’t know whether I should measure a person like Him according to the standards of mortals that kind of being. I know He was once a human, but subspace …… you know what I mean.”
Vanna thought for a few seconds and shook her head gently, “Actually, I haven’t been following Him for very long, and I probably can’t give you a very definitive answer, but I can tell you that I’ve had similar concerns as you – and the end result was that the Storm Cathedral made the decision to place me, an Inquisitor, aboard the Lost Homeland . Just as Captain Duncan chose to believe that a ‘fake’ would have humanity, so too do we believe …… or, rather, would like to believe, in Captain Duncan’s humanity, after all …… “
She stopped abruptly, lifted her head to look up at the snowy sky, and after a moment whispered as if to herself, “After all, the world is too cold, and if even we ourselves no longer believe in hope, then there really is nothing left but cold winds on this infinite sea.”
Agatha did not speak for a moment.
Vanna, on the other hand, suddenly asked after a few seconds of silence, “What do you think of the Captain’s suggestion?”
Agatha fell into thought after a while before speaking with a complicated expression, “Letting the Sea Mist Fleet enter the city …… Honestly, I don’t even know if this will restore order to the city-state or bring about even more chaos – you guys have been living in this city for some time now, and you should also know very well what the Sea Mist Fleet means to most of the Frost people ……”
“To most of the Pranders, the Lost Country is also terrifying – but believe me, after a horrific cataclysm, people’s ‘acceptance’ really does reach an exaggerated level, and standing as a group, the desire for a desire for a peaceful life is going to override a lot of concerns.”
“The desire for a peaceful life? ……”
Agatha said softly, through this shell that had lost its vitality, she felt the cold of this snowy night, and for some reason, she thought of something else.
Fifty years ago, when that great uprising broke out, it seemed to be snowing as well.
“I will discuss this matter carefully with the officials of the city hall,” she said, as if she had made up her mind, turning to Vanna, “and personally, I will support it.”
“We all wish all things well.” Vanna said.
“Yes, we all wish all things well.”
Agatha repeated, then she waved her hand and stepped towards the steamer that was parked in the street with the church’s emblem on it.
But just a few steps out, she suddenly stopped again.
“Anything else?” Vanna asked curiously.
“Something …… personal, I hope it didn’t seem too offensive,” Agatha asked hesitantly as she turned her head, her expression seeming a bit odd, “Do you… . really once leapt off a cliff, decapitated your heir and returned unharmed?”
Vanna froze instantly, her eyes going weird, “Why are you asking that all of a sudden?”
“I don’t know, but it just popped into my head,” Agatha looked a little embarrassed, “It feels like I’ve heard rumors about this at some point …… Sorry if this question makes you uncomfortable, I’m ……”
“It’s nothing like that it did happen,” Vanna’s expression relaxed and she waved her hand with a smile, “but the truth is different from the rumors – I was actually taking a walk when I accidentally stepped off the edge of a cliff and I fell off, and when I landed I happened to kill a deep-sea pollutant that had somehow washed up on shore, not an actual ‘heir’, let alone a decapitated one, and I don’t know why it’s been rumored to be like that.”
Agatha’s mouth opened slightly — although she was blindfolded, her expression still revealed a “dumbstruck” look.
“Then …… you’re fine?” This Miss Gatekeeper subconsciously opened her mouth.
“Actually, the fall was quite bad,” Vanna smiled embarrassedly, followed by patting her chest, making a strong posture, “but fortunately I’m a sports student, so I went home and drank hot water and laid down for two days before I got better.”
Agatha: “……?”
Ms. Gatekeeper was greatly shocked.
Vanna, on the other hand, is a bit puzzled: “Why do you have that look on your face?”
“…… You Prendergasts are intimidating.”
(End of chapter)