Chapter 628: The “Sample” That Remains Today

Chapter 628: A “Sample” Remaining to this Day

The terrifying “sleeping” and dissipation phenomenon was spreading throughout the world, from the distant northern sea to the southern sea, from the misty eastern border to the western archipelago, almost every city-state began to see elves suddenly fall into a deep sleep, as well as the strange and inexplicable “dissipation” phenomenon. The phenomenon of “Dissipation”.

The news that Ted Ryer sent from the depths of the Dream of the Nameless was also spread to the whole world with the mouths of those sleeping elves.

Churches rang their bells, telegrams and psychic communications began to transmit news between city-states, consuls and archbishops communicated with each other about the real-time situation, and the joint monitoring and defense system, which had only recently been established by the Church of the Four Gods, began to operate in a hurry.

People originally thought that this system would be used to monitor the deep sea below the city-states, but they did not expect that the first time it worked was because of an out-of-control dream.

A whirlwind of colorful paper fluttered through the layers of vines, leaves, and roofs, and swirled into the consul’s office at the city hall.

Consul Sarah Meier, who was in the middle of communicating with several city hall officials, immediately raised her head and looked at the “Witch of the Sea” that came out of the colored paper.

“It occurs to me that I should take a look at City Hall,” Lucrecia said as she walked towards the wide oval desk, “It looks like you’re busy.”

“Scorched, ma’am,” Sara Mayer waved her hand at the city hall officials around her to stand down for the moment, “I hear you just lent a hand to the embattled sheriff’s force – thank you very much for that! .”

“What’s the situation now?”

“The city is in chaos, sixteen neighborhoods are completely out of contact, dense vegetation has blocked all roads, a large number of residents are unaccounted for, the sheriff’s forces and guardsmen are having trouble getting deep into those areas, the steam hub is out of commission, and we’ve shut off the gas supply to the entire city for safety reasons- ‘Thank goodness that thing can still be turned off, but who knows what we’re going to do tonight,’ Sara Meier said under her breath, ‘As for what’s happening outside of the city …… I’m sure you’re aware of what’s going on elsewhere, countless pieces of news are coming in through all sorts of channels, but I’m am afraid I have no spare energy to pay attention to what is going on in the other city-states.”

“What about the news coming from Ted Riel? Are you aware of this?”

“Yes, I know,” Sara Meir nodded, “First, two hours ago, the action team that Taran El was involved in sent a message that the Secret Keeper of Truth had not returned to the real world after the action team had broken away from the dream, and half an hour ago, I received the latest information that the Secret Keeper Your Excellency is trapped in the deepest part of the Dream of the Nameless One ……”

He paused, an unspeakably complex expression on his face, he seemed to want to let out a long sigh, but in the end, he just twitched the corners of his mouth convulsively, “Elves take pride in their long and complete heritage, we firmly believe that those ancient legends and myths are the history of what once truly existed, a symbol of our ancient civilization- -Now, our legends and myths are coming to kill us.”

Lucrecia gazed at the esteemed consul in silence, and after a few moments, she slowly spoke, “But until last night, the information we had was that Silantis wanted to shelter all the elves – and even now, I still have reason to believe that such a ‘shelter’ continues to be in effect, just …… in an extremely dangerous way.”

Sara Meir’s face twitched, “…… Yes, because Silantis is mad.”

“I need to meet Taran El, and the other Knowledge Guards who were with him at the time he entered the Dream of the Nameless One,” Lucrecia said, “I couldn’t find them over at the Citadel University.”

“They are being observed and questioned at an isolation facility, I’ll tell you where ……”

……

The majestic Storm Cathedral stood silently at the highest point of the Prenderland terrain, and the plaza in front of the cathedral was as busy as it always was – on every open day, many citizens would gather here, either to enter the church for worship, or to receive a blessing, healing, or simply to visit the facilities near the church.

Dressed in a plain brown jacket and black pants, Duncan followed the rest of the group entering the church for the tour across the grand archway, and then followed the path that Vanna had guided in her mind all the way deeper into the church.

He passed through the main hall and worship walkway, which was open to visitors, crossed the shortcut corridor beside the aisle, and made his way along a route that was unfamiliar even to many of the church’s interior staff.

“…… You go forward through the small black door, and when you enter, go right, and about twenty meters or so there’s a fork in the road, and the path on the left leads to the inner sanctuary ……

“This road is the most quiet, go to the head you can see the side door of the inner chapel, I said to Bishop Valentine, let him wait for you in the chapel on the line, along the way have been arranged, there will be no one to stop, the guards on the road also do not know your identity …… right, only Bishop Valentine knows the real The only one who knows the real situation is Bishop Valentine. ……

“If you want to come to the cathedral again, you can also use this road. By the way, the room where I used to rest in the cathedral is next to the chapel, so you can go there as well. …… I know you won’t need it. …… “

Listening to the voice of the Inquisitor’s lady in his head, Duncan raised his gaze.

The internal chapel had arrived – this facility, which was not open to the public, was only for the use of the high-ranking clerics of the Church of the Deep, and a plain black wooden door was standing silently at the end of the path, where two heavily armed church guards stood in upright postures, like two somber statues.

Duncan walked towards that door.

The guards at the door did not even move their eyes, as if they did not see Duncan at all, and still maintained the serious appearance of staring ahead.

This was obviously the result of advance arrangements as well, and Duncan could almost imagine what kind of orders the guards had received along the way –

Today there will be a special “guest” visiting the cathedral. Don’t listen, don’t look, don’t ask, don’t think.

He smiled politely at them, then walked past the two guards and gently pushed open the black wooden door with its many sacred runes.

A slight sound of ocean waves sounded if anything, and a damp, cold aura seemed to surface briefly and then quickly subside as Duncan felt himself step over an invisible barrier and then into a brightly lit, spacious room.

The Supreme Bishop of the City-State of Prand, Valentine was standing in the center of the room.

This old man with thinning white hair was clad in black and gold magisterial robes, his back was to the doorway, facing the statue of the Storm Goddess in the room that lingered with a mysterious and holy atmosphere, seemingly in the middle of devotional prayers, and when he heard the sound of the opening of the door, he turned to look at the special “guest” standing in the doorway.

It was obvious that the old man seemed a bit nervous – although he was trying to control it.

“Greetings, Bishop Valentine, we meet again,” Duncan said with a small smile on his face as he made his way towards the other man, “but it would be the first time for you to see me in this ‘form’. ”

Valentine looked curiously at Duncan as he entered the room.

All he saw was an ordinary middle-aged man in a plain old coat, neither tall nor strong, as if he could be seen anywhere in the city-state.

But only a second later, a strong warning from his senses urged him to look away from the human-looking “shell”.

“I know, this is your ‘avatar’ for your activities in the city-state, I’ve heard Vanna mention it,” Valentine lowered his eyes slightly, “I’ve also heard her talk about the current situation, and everything you need is ready. ”

The old bishop raised his hand and pointed to a large wooden chest next to the icon.

There, the original materials from the construction of the Lost Country a century ago were stored, as well as …… some of the most important “samples”.

Several bright candlesticks were temporarily placed around the wooden box, and the phantom light rising from the candlestick flames from time to time showed that they had been blessed with power, and on both sides of the wooden box you could see the placement of stone slabs, chains, and other sealing things, which was obviously also a part of the security measures.

It seems that even if it is taken out from the sealing room and put in this chapel which is directly watched by the goddess, this box of “shipbuilding archives” has been given full attention, and I am afraid that Bishop Valentine, who guarded this place ahead of time, is also preventing the things in the box from getting out of control.

“…… Is it really that dangerous?” Duncan walked towards the large wooden box, and couldn’t help but turn his head and ask, “Do these sealing measures work?”

“Useless in fact – because the crate never ‘moved’ in the first place either.” Valentine said rather bluntly.

Duncan sniffed, “Then what are you ……”

“Peace of mind,” Valentine said matter-of-factly, “The contents of the crates themselves didn’t move differently, but everyone knew there had to be a supernatural connection between them and the Lost Country, so they simply used all sorts of sealing methods- What you’re seeing is already a simplified version; there are far more ‘security measures’ than that in the original sealing room where the crate was kept.”

Duncan was speechless.

After a moment, he shook his head, ignoring the suddenly somewhat awkward atmosphere, and stepped forward to open the crate.

The crate was unlocked – the lock had been removed when it had been delivered here.

“The blueprints of the Lost Country’s original design, the technical parameters, and the engineering logs – there’s actually far more complete information, but all of the less relevant stuff had been burned to ashes in the original shipyard fire, and only these remained, sealed in this crate ……”

Valentine’s voice came from the sidelines as the old bishop came to Duncan’s side and looked at the contents of the chest in a deep voice.

“Of course, I guess what you really want is not just these drawings, but …… that thing in the middle of the chest.

“A sample of a keel preserved according to the custom of building sail ships a century ago.”

Duncan’s gaze stilled on the gray and black square of wood that was lying between a piece of black satin.

It was a “sample” cut from the original keel material of the Lost Country.

(End of chapter)