Chapter 691 – The Secret Keeper and the Sailor
Chapter 691 – The Secret Keeper and the Sailor
This time, the sun went out near dusk – so it wasn’t long after the sky was re-lighted that the sunlight faded from sea level.
The brilliant double runic circle of Vision 001 slowly sank into the sea, and with the last rays of sunlight disappearing from the sky, night fell – in the urban areas that the Luminous Geometry could not directly illuminate, the cool glow of the World’s Creation and the colors of the night covered, as usual, everything. The night is over.
The city fell silent, the gas lamps on the streets gave off a slightly muddy glow in the night, and the patrols of Guardians passed through the streets, leaving long shadows at the intersections – the experience of the sun going out seemed like a dream that wasn’t real enough, and was gradually melting into the night.
Duncan could sense, however, that the “nightmare” hadn’t really subsided as it appeared – a certain oppressive aura still lingered in the city, and in these quiet neighborhoods, tension and unease grew like a sticky sludge in the night.
“…… Homes are lit up with all the lights on, and there’s tension everywhere,” muttered Shirley as she plopped herself down in front of the living room window and looked out at the street, “I sure don’t want to go out into the streets right now …… feel out of breath.”
Dog shook his head next to her, “There’s at least twice as many guards out there today, the first time you go out on the street now you’ll be held down by the patrol guards, and you’ll still be gasping for air, and then the Captain will have to go to the station to fish us out again, and then you won’t be able to catch your breath ……”
Vanna leaned next to the window and glanced down at Sherry, who was lying on the windowsill, “I didn’t realize you were quite keen on ‘breath’.”
“I’m familiar with the feeling, the gas lights in the lower city always come on a little later than in other neighborhoods, and as night approaches and many people can’t afford to light up their homes, this tension sets in as it gets darker-until the gas lights come on, and the whole street breathes a sigh of relief, a ‘Whew-‘ feeling, and we knew that we could sleep in peace.”
“But today, even with the lights on all over the city, many are destined to stay up all night,” Duncan stepped forward and pressed one hand to Shirley’s hair, while the other ruaed Dog’s head, “after the sun goes out for the second time, I’m afraid that even the most optimistic people can’t help but begin to worry about one question-will the sun rise the next day, or not.”
Shirley cocked her head to the side, followed by suddenly looking up at Duncan with a horrified gaze, “…… Ah! It really won’t rise tomorrow?!”
Duncan had an odd look on his face, “…… How would I know, it’s not like my word counts.”
“Oh,” Shirley scratched her hair, “It seems so ……”
Lucrecia walked over from the side at this time, “News has come from the ‘Observatory’ side, the signals released by the luminous body have indeed stopped completely, and now they’re preparing to send a team to enter the interior of the light body, to check whether that ‘stone ball ‘ whether there are any changes.”
Duncan raised an eyebrow, “Night work?”
“It’s always daytime for the waters where the ‘Luminous Geometry’ is located,” Lucrecia spread her hands, “The sunlight calms the anomalous forces of the infinite sea, and research around the Luminous Geometry has always been done on a twenty-four hour rotation.”
Duncan nodded, then suddenly looked back thoughtfully at Alice, who was helping Luni wind up a few feet away.
The doll lady noticed the gaze and lifted her head to give a harmless smile over here.
After the sun re-lighted, the signal in Alice’s eyes disappeared, and she returned to her daily routine as if nothing had happened.
But Duncan suddenly a little curious …… if this time to bring her to the “stone ball” next to, what will happen? This theoretically considered the profound holy master “creature” doll, in front of the “vision 001” fragments, also created by the profound holy master, will again “see” some ordinary people Invisible things?
As a matter of fact, Duncan had once taken Alice to see the luminous geometry, but at that time, no one realized that there was actually a connection between Alice and Vision 001 that was almost “homologous”, so he had not conducted any special tests in this regard, and Alice’s own attention was not even focused on the luminous geometry! –But this time, he wanted to do some purposeful “tests”.
“…… Lucy, I’m going to need you to make some arrangements for me,” Duncan turned his head to Lucrecia, “I’m going to take Alice to see the ‘stone sphere.’ ‘.”
Lucrecia was stunned, but quickly understood Duncan’s meaning and immediately nodded, “Understood.”
Duncan hmmm’d and looked at the mid-air beside him again.
A ghostly green flame flared up out of nowhere as his eyes focused on it, and a fat pigeon covered in burning spirit fire fluttered its wings and appeared in front of him, “Teleportation successful! Teleportation successful!”
“It’s about time we picked up that unlucky ‘Secret Keeper of Truth’ on the way,” Duncan said casually, “You go over to Lawrence’s side – the White Oak number can serve as a beacon. Know the way, do you?”
Aye cocked his head, and after a moment’s thought flapped his wings vigorously, “Air wife! Fantasy wife! Air wife! Fantasy wife!”
“…… Lawrence’s wife isn’t a fantasy anymore – don’t say that to Martha’s face for fear she’ll stew you,” Duncan twitched out of the corner of his eye, glaring at the eyeballed, day-by-day fatter and fatter pigeon, “On second thought, you might want to wait before you set out, and afterward send Ted Reel straight over to the Stone Ball, and I’ll have just the talk with him.”
Pigeon instantly perked up again, “Talk therapy, or talk therapy for short~~” Duncan: “……”
……
Ted Reel put on a warm thick coat and walked slowly on the aft deck, the cold night wind blew from the sea, wrapped in the fishy salty breath, the sound of fine waves lapping against the hull of the ship rose and fell in the night, causing his mind to gradually calm down.
The sun was setting normally after relighting, and the usual twilight was followed by a quiet night, when even the cool light of the World’s Creation seemed even a little dearer.
“For a guy who just came back from a butterfly swim in subspace, you didn’t recover too badly.”
A hoarse and unpleasant voice came from the deck not far away, and Ted followed the voice to see the ugly dryad wearing a sailor’s smock sitting on a coil of rope near the ship’s side, smiling at this side in the night.
That smile was enough to give a man nightmares for a night.
Ted frowned and stepped toward the dryad, leaning against the guardrail next to it.
“You don’t really need a heavy coat, Mr. Secret Keeper,” the sailor said casually, glancing at Ted Ryer’s coat, “I understand that the Saints’ physiques are different from normal. As far as I know, ‘Saints’ have a physique that is different from that of normal people, so a little dip in seawater shouldn’t make you feel cold …… or is the coldness of subspace still soaking you?”
“…… It’s a kind gesture from Captain Lawrence,” Ted said casually as he glanced at the clothes he was draped in, followed by a frown, “How do I feel . . you seem to know a lot about the ‘Saints’?”
“A little, I guess,” the Sailor grinned a dark, muffled smile, “I know that whatever you once were, you can’t be considered fully ‘alive’ after you’ve been blessed. I also know that your skin is strong enough to withstand swords and knives, that your bones can be crushed and reborn, that your heart can be broken and your blood can continue to flow, and that you can survive for days without breathing, and that even ‘scholars’ such as yourself can be fearless of cold, heat, disease, and all kinds of poisons. Cold, heat and disease as well as all kinds of poisons ……”
At this point he paused, casually fished out a bottle of beer from the side, and continued while shaking it, “Strictly speaking, you ‘saints’ are actually a group of ‘abnormalities’ in an unsealed state, except that Ordinary anomalies go out of control after being unsealed, while you …… those blessed to you are still controlling you.”
Listening to this dry corpse’s rambling words, Ted Riel’s expression suddenly became a bit serious: “How do you know so much?”
“I’m a ‘sailor’, and a sailor is supposed to know a lot of strange and bizarre things, because we are the dead souls wandering on the infinite sea – either wandering in life or wandering in death, wandering for a long time, we know a lot, and on the infinite sea Nothing new,” the sailor pulled back, lifting the beer in his hand and shaking it, “want a sip? Pure Stormbrew, the Church of the Deep’s homegrown goodness, I snuck it out of the Captain’s collection.”
“…… You dare steal from the Captain?”
“Stealing wine from the captain’s collection is also a necessary part of being a ‘sailor’ – being hung from the mast afterward is another,” the dryad laughed hoarsely in his voice, raising the bottle to his throat down in a staccato gulp, after which the liquor flowed out of his thousand-holed chest and a large hole in the side of his neck, and pattered down on the deck, “Hiss – good wine.”
Ted Riel did not care about this dry corpse’s interruption, he was still looking at this anomaly with suspicion, number 077, which had been labeled as a “special out-of-control state” on the official data, and after a while, he suddenly asked, “Were you ever supposed to be a human being?”
“I don’t know,” the sailor shrugged unconcernedly, “Anyway, ‘people’ can become abnormal under certain conditions, so if you think I’m a person, that’s it.”
Noticing that the sailor didn’t mean to answer his question positively, Ted Ryer didn’t pursue the matter, but suddenly changed the subject after a few seconds of silence, “Where is this ship going?”
“Rensa, the captain has taken a big order to pick up twelve seals over there for transshipment to another northern city-state.”
“…… How many?!”
“Twelve pieces.”
“…… A large transport ship escorted by the Saints themselves only has a limit of eight pieces of ‘abnormality’ per transfer – you guys don’t consider the harsh conditions of internment and the possibility of conflicting and influencing each other?” Ted Ryer was dumbfounded, “Who signed the license for you?!”
“The Church of the Deep signed it, why?” The sailor gave Ted a look, “Don’t make such a fuss, this is the ‘Lost Country Fleet’ dedicated to transportation – we’re shipping twelve at a time because there are only twelve seals eligible for shipment on Lunsar’s side, and as for the seals As for the seals getting out of control ……”
This dry corpse stopped, raised his hand and pointed to himself: “I am the only one ‘out of control’ anomaly on this ship, now TM twenty-four hours a day duty, off the ship fights on board to wipe the decks met from the subspace butterfly swim back to be responsible for the sea to fish for people, you but where to give me a chance to start over, I rot in the shroud cloth! I also do not wake up – need to use ‘transfer transportation’ to enhance the sealing effect of the anomaly of the bottom also have a certain ability to think, they look at me like this, after boarding the ship, one by one TM quiet as a quail, there are innate with the ability to move have learned in the captain to inspect the end of the sealing room to take the initiative to help close the door after the sealing room. After the captain inspected the sealing room, they all took the initiative to help close the door ……”
Ted Ryer: “……?”
(End of chapter)