Chapter 647: Farewell for the time being

Chapter 647 – Farewell for the Time Being
With air currents rushing out of the tubes, the loud and melodious sound of a whistle came from the upper deck of the Truth Academy Ark as the Lost Country once again docked next to the steam-mechanical pier at the end of the Ark’s coastline, and the Knowledge guards and scholars in their dark blue hooded robes appeared on the trestle, ready to welcome back their Pope.

Duncan met Lune on the aft deck, fresh from the captain’s cabin.

The short, stocky old elf had been in the captain’s cabin for a long, long time, talking to the “Creator” of their race, and Duncan didn’t know what the other man had been talking to the goathead about, except that Lune’s face had a somewhat bewildered look on it when he came out of the captain’s cabin.

He only knew that when Lune came out of the captain’s cabin, his face looked a little blank.

He came to the “Pope of Truth” and greeted him several times before the latter finally snapped out of his blankness and relaxation.

“Your church ship is waiting,” Duncan raised his hand and pointed to the giant ark that looked like a small city-state beyond the ship’s side, “the scholars and guards are here to take you back.”

Lune glanced up before nodding as an afterthought, “Oh …… yeah, time to go back.”

Looking at this elf old man’s reaction, Duncan could not help but be a little puzzled, “What did you all talk to Sasloka about? At that time you just came on board the ship when the state is not even so ……”

“Talked …… about a lot of things,” Lune hesitated, as if he didn’t know where to start for a moment, “many, many things.”

Duncan frowned, responding vaguely, “Looks like you saw the first mate in his usual form.”

Loon was suddenly jolted for a moment, as if this was really coming back to him, he looked up at Duncan and hesitated for half a second before he finally spoke, “…… What’s with all the words He’s been saying?”

“I’d be more surprised that He talks so little when He’s in His mythic form,” Duncan laughed, however, with a few hints of pleasure in his smile, “What you’re seeing now is what His character was like when He was aboard my ship – technically, it’s Him character when as ‘Goathead’.”

Lune opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something but didn’t know where to start, holding his tongue for half a day but then suddenly smiling with relief, “…… There’s nothing wrong with that, He seems to enjoy it.”

The deck fell into silence for a while, no one seemed to pay any more attention to the cruising ark that was waiting beside the Pope’s return, after an unknown period of time, Duncan broke the silence, “How do you plan to deal with the ‘truth’ of this incident? Especially the part about Sasloca.”

“The vast majority of it will be confined to the higher echelons of the Church of the Four Gods, and as with all transcendent events that point to the gods, we’ll block out the news, deal with the aftermath, and carefully assess the long-term impact of this event on the real world, for elven society ……”

Lune paused here as he spoke, thinking, for a moment before shaking his head gently.

“The ancient time has passed, the legend …… let it continue to sleep in the legend, this is also what ‘He’ means.”

“That’s fine, I don’t like trouble,” Duncan nodded, followed by a turn of phrase, “but there’s one thing I need to remind you of – this is the third city-state.”

Immediately, Lune realized what Duncan meant, and his expression grew grave.

“The cause and passage of each event in Pland, Frost, and Light Wind Harbor …… looks different, each seems to be just a ‘special disaster’ independent of each other, and the biggest black hand behind each event seems to be that group of The biggest culprits behind each incident seem to be the cultists, but a group of cultists alone can’t pry the world’s most basic order apart,” Duncan said seriously, “What these incidents really show is that the world’s ‘cornerstone’ is being shaken… -I would like to know whether the Church of the Four Gods has a solution to this or not, what exactly do you know, and how do you have a plan to deal with it.”

Lune fell silent with a sullen expression on his face, and only after a long time did he gently nod his head.

“I understand what you mean …… Now that I have also confirmed your position, at least in my personal judgment, now is indeed the time to put aside suspicion and cooperate further.”

Duncan looked at him, “But you still have to consider the reaction of the other three divine churches, right?”

“Not just consider their reactions …… but also the reactions of the gods,” Lune said matter-of-factly, “I will discuss this matter with the other three popes as soon as possible, and no matter what the outcome is, I will give you a reply –again, no matter what the outcome, at least the Truth Academy will report maximum trust and cooperation to the Lost Country Fleet from now on.”

Duncan nodded, knowing that this was the biggest promise the other party could give him at this stage.

Just then, Lune seemed to remember something else and suddenly said, “There is another thing – I have already heard of Ms. Vanna’s experience in this incident, and I think …… that at least the side of the Fire Transmitter should be coming to you soon .”

“Firebringer?” Duncan frowned, responding immediately.

He turned back to the other side of the deck – Vanna was leaning against a post by the side of the ship, blowing in the sea breeze, and appeared to be resting her eyes, but Duncan’s attention wasn’t on her, but on the one thing that sat beside her.

It was a huge, grotesque cane like a tree trunk, its end swollen like a strangely shaped boulder, its body straight and rough, and the whole thing strewn with what looked like mysterious symbols. That was what the giant named “Tarekin” left to Vanna – even though the Dream of the Nameless One had completely dissipated, this cane still remained, and together with that strange “miniature sun”, followed the Even though the Dream of the Nameless One had completely dissipated, the cane still remained, and together with the strange “miniature sun”, it followed the Lost Country back to the real world.

“Eternal Flame, Tarekin, the god of the Firebringer,” Lune said quietly, “The ‘giant’ that Ms. Vanna saw in the Dream of the Nameless One was supposed to be a ‘remnant’ of the two worlds that collided with each other in the course of the collision. A phantom that remained in Silantis’ memory in the form of a ‘lingering sound’, but even if it was a phantom, it was a phantom of an ancient god, and what He left behind now crosses the border between dream and reality.

“That cane …… if I’m not mistaken, it should be the ‘Chronicle Pillar’ that the Fire Bearers offer up – on the Frim’s Patrol Ark there’s a ‘device’ that looks almost exactly like it, that is seen as the core of the Parade Ark, only its dimensions are much larger than that ‘cane’, and I’ve seen it, and it looks more like a giant monument… …

“And that ‘Chronicle Pillar’ that was built on the Ark of the Fire Bringer was actually a ‘replica’ made according to the description of the Holy Scriptures, and for a long time, the real ‘Chronicle Pillar ‘ have all existed only in legends.”

Duncan pondered, “That is to say, this cane that Vanna brought back is the ‘authentic’ one described in the Holy Canon.”

“It can only be described as the closest thing to an ‘authentic’ known,” Lune said scrupulously, “Perhaps there are no longer any true ‘authentic’ in this world ‘ – the Great Annihilation ended everything, and the limit of what we can reach by traveling backward from the Age of the Deep is nothing more than an infinite proximity to the so-called ‘genuine’.”

“Anyway, it looks like that ‘cane’ means a lot to the Fire Transmitters anyway,” Duncan nodded gently, “Is that what you think they’ll want it for? ”

“I’m not sure, Frem is a generous and fair man, he’d never force himself on anyone or take something that doesn’t belong to him, but …… as you know, that is after all the ‘Pillar of Chronos’ left behind by the Eternal Burning Salary, both for the Cult of the Fire Bearer, or for the Sanguine, its significance is too special.”

Duncan didn’t say anything, but just gazed at the “cane” that was currently resting beside Vanna, pondering in silence.

For some reason, he thought of the longsword that had been thrown into the sky.

He had given it to the research institute in Lightwind Harbor, because to him, the only thing that mattered was the “information” about the other world behind the sword, and he wasn’t a professional researcher in the field of transcendental objects themselves.

Likewise, the cane didn’t mean much to him, even if it had been in the hands of the Eternal Flame Tarekin – Duncan was only interested in the “truth” and “knowledge” of the Great Annihilation. Duncan was only interested in the “truth” and “knowledge” of the Great Annihilation, and after getting this part of the information, he didn’t care about anything else.

There are many things in this world, but most of them are worthless to Duncan – not worth a place on the Lost Country.

But the problem with this one was that the cane had been left to Vanna by Tarakin.

He had to honor his crew.

“Personally, I don’t mind giving the cane to the Firebringer; after all, just as the book you hold in your hands, the ‘Pillar of Chronicles’ is indeed a relic of the civilization of the Sengin – but I must consider Vanna’s thoughts,” he said matter-of-factly, “and since you already know what Vanna has been through, you should know that she treasures that cane.”

He paused, and addressed Lune thoughtfully, “It is a relic of her ‘friend’ – I am not as generous and fair as the Frem you speak of, and I am protective of my shortcomings.”

“…… I see your attitude,” Loon nodded with a serious expression, “I’ll pass these words on to Frem and ask him to consider the matter carefully- -just in case it’s awkward for both sides when the time comes.”

Duncan nodded slightly, “That would be best.”

The mellifluous, booming siren sounded once more, and a large cloud-like cloud of steam rose above the Academy Ark.

Lune said goodbye to everyone on the Lost Country, and then as Duncan and the others watched, the elderly elf stepped onto the trestle returning to the ark.

The mechanical trestle driven by the huge steam engine was slowly retracted, and then the entire deformable dock mechanism was also contracted into the “coastal structure” on the side of the ark in a series of heavy mechanical sounds, and this “cathedral ship”, which was equivalent to a small city-state, let out a low rumble, and the sound of a low rumble was heard, and the “cathedral ship” was gradually reduced to a small city-state, which was equivalent to a small city-state. The “church ship”, which was equivalent to a small city-state, let out a low rumble and gradually separated from the Lost Country.

But Duncan knew that the ark would not return to the border immediately – Lune had revealed his next arrangement, and that the Ark of the Patrol would remain in Lightwind Harbor for a while to assist the city-state in dealing with the aftermath of its “awakening”.

But that has nothing to do with the Lost Country.

For now, Duncan was going to deal with another matter that needed to be “cleaned up”.

He went to the captain’s cabin at the stern of the ship and pushed the door open.

(End of chapter)