Morris left, with a strange look on his face, holding a century-old cannonball.
Duncan stood at the counter and watched the old man leave with a happy smile.
"... ..You really gave the shell to Mr. Morris." Alice muttered to the side.
"I really gave the cannonball to Mr. Morris..." Nina muttered.
"I don't like cannonballs," Alice whispered. "I don't like them very much."
Nina asked curiously, "Why?"
Alice said seriously, "Because the captain once gave me eight cannonballs..."
"Stop nagging," Duncan's voice suddenly came from the side. He looked helplessly at Alice who was full of resentment and Nina who was obviously curious beside him, "Where is Shirley?"
"She said she was dizzy from memorizing the alphabet and wanted to go out for some fresh air," Nina stuck out her tongue, "but I guess she's already run to the next block by now."
"It's as expected," Duncan sighed. "Given Shirley's education level and personal cultivation, it's already amazing that she can insist on not swearing in front of me every day...
"Just a small accident, just a small accident." Tirian immediately waved his hands, thinking that it was fortunate that he had another day to recover. It must have been seen by the Inquisitor yesterday. He really didn't know how to explain his head that had grown a whole circle bigger.
Someone knocked on the door. "I'm glad you like it," Vanna nodded with a smile, and then raised her head with some curiosity, looking at the towering side of the Sea Mist and the main gun turret that could be seen from the side. "Although I've heard about it before, it's still incredible to see it with my own eyes... This ship really 'healed' like that, and even the main guns that were completely wiped out have grown back,?"
This warship, which had been severely damaged by the Lost Homeland, had recovered to a large extent after just a few days of "self-repair". The many wounds and cracks on its armor belt and deck had now completely healed, and there was not even a trace of damage. The undead sailors were busy going back and forth between the pier and the warship, carrying on board the supplies and farewell gifts generously provided by Morris.
He was indeed very sleepy; he hadn't had a good rest for many days.
But this time seemed different from before. This time... he did not see the scary ghost captain.
Then, as if to prevent further embarrassment, he quickly changed the subject: "I had a great time as a guest at Morris, and thank you for your gift."
Vanna stood on the dock, watching the battleship gradually turn into an inconspicuous black shadow on the sea level. Then she let out a sigh of relief, turned around and got on the white steam car that had been waiting for a long time.
Fanna stood up suddenly, and then slightly bent her body like a beast about to fight, alert to everything around her.
The streets are bustling with people, citizens are busy with their own lives, and nothing has happened in the upper city today - the brief malfunction of Anomaly 001, the almost invisible defect on the Sun Rune Ring, the forgotten deep dive operation in the far north, a mysterious symbol left by the ancient Kingdom of Crete... All of this seems to be very far away from this sunny street.
Tirian looked back at his warship, his eyes fell on the eight new main guns that had obviously just been restored and seemed to be slightly smaller than the other main guns. He smiled with pride: "The Sea Mist knows what it should look like, and it always tends to put itself in the best condition - but these main guns are not very useful now. They are still small, and they need to grow for a few more days before they can fire full-charge standard caliber shells like the other main guns."
Then he looked away and looked at the familiar room again. The light was broken like mercury.
Vanna suddenly opened her eyes. "Things happened one after another. Paperwork is much more laborious than carrying a greatsword to fight heretics." Vanna stretched her shoulders and neck, leaning back in the back seat in an unpresentable manner. "And I've been suffering from insomnia lately."
After seeing off the Sea Mist's constant "visitor", she was finally able to breathe a sigh of relief.
"In fact, she
I thought I would stay here for a long time, but something unexpected happened," Tyrian rubbed his forehead gently, "something happened in the north, I have to go back and deal with it."
I was in a familiar room.
He narrowed his eyes slightly, and after a long while, he murmured softly as if talking to himself: "Tirian will be delayed in returning..."
"Yes." The subordinate in charge of driving raised his head.
I glanced at the tired-looking Inquisitor through the rearview mirror and asked, "You seem tired?"
The steam core vibrated and rang softly, and the gears and connecting rods began to move briskly. The subordinates listened to their superiors' complaints and couldn't help but smile: "But at least the city-state has been peaceful recently - there are no heretics, no monsters, no unlucky people trapped in the night, and the night watchmen have not encountered any distortion phenomena in the night for several days... There is always sunshine after the storm, right?"
"... Of course, it's a good thing," Vanna said softly, and then adjusted her posture in the seat.
He closed his eyes, "I'm going to take a nap, wake me up when you get to the cathedral."
Is this the warm sun
At least I should be able to rest for a few days before arriving in Morris at Storm Cathedral and receiving His Holiness the Pope.
The next second, she saw the window not far away - the window was open. Although it was still daytime when she fell asleep, the view through the window was now night. The cold night wind blew into the house through the window, and the cool and bright light filled the windowsill. In the light, she could vaguely see the undulating sea in the distance, as well as the sparkling light on the sea.
This seemed to be just an excuse, but Jiang Rou had no interest in hearing what others did not want to say. She just looked at Tirian with some concern, frowning slightly: "Excuse me... Captain, is your face swollen?"
Vanna's gaze involuntarily fell outside the window. Then, she seemed to suddenly discover something. She rushed to the window and looked up at the sky outside.
The petite Jiang Rou came to the dock and personally saw off the captain of the Sea Mist.
Where did the Creation of the World go
Jiang Rou thought so, but as if in response to her thought, the next second, she suddenly felt a breath approaching.
Something... something she couldn't understand appeared here.
Sighing, he turned his head to look out the window. Through the clear window, the daily and peaceful street scene of Plande came into view.
This is a luminous round object that looks like the main body in the middle of the sun, but it is neither dazzling nor scorching. Instead, it hangs quietly in the sky like a cool luminous disk.
Certain textures can be vaguely seen on its surface - the entire luminous body seems to exude a wonderful atmosphere of peace and tranquility.
"Isn't this a good thing?"
Inside is the surging sea, beside is the familiar room, outside the window is the strange sky and strange celestial bodies... ...Thinking about my experiences in the past few days, the answer does not seem difficult to guess.
"We didn't expect him to leave so soon," Vanna said, "but the bishop was prepared to stay on the Sea Mist for at least two weeks."
Fanna listened to her subordinates' sighs, and after a while she slowly said, "Indeed, the nights recently have been quieter than ever before. Even in the downtown area and sewers, where darkness is most common, there is no more noise."
But fortunately, I'm not one to dwell on such details.
Fanna was stunned. She felt that there was something wrong with the smile on the other party's face and the tone of his voice when he was looking at the main gun on her ship, but she couldn't tell what was wrong...
The order of the city-state has not yet been fully restored. All the follow-up work has been completed in an orderly manner, the paperwork has been processed, and there have been no problems with the reports to the cathedral and various contacts with the city hall. But behind this "everything is going well" is the fatigue of the past few days.
The first thing you see is the classical and elegant furnishings. The walls are hung with gorgeous tapestries that seem to be from the last century, and the corners are decorated with colorful
There were dark shelves and wine cabinets, and a thick woven carpet in the middle of the room. On the carpet were a reception table and armchairs with carvings, and at this moment, I was sitting in one of the armchairs.
"Boom boom boom."
A gentle night breeze suddenly blew across my cheek, bringing with it a cool and refreshing breath, along with the sound of waves hitting the hull of the boat.
Fanna stared blankly at the strange light. At that moment, she felt that her mind seemed to have fallen into a state of silence along with the clear light. This blank state of mind lasted for an unknown amount of time before she quickly thought of - what is this
Where is this place
As her subordinates responded, Vanna felt herself falling into a drowsy light sleep. The mechanical sounds of the car and the noises outside the window gradually faded away.
At the southeastern port of the city-state, the huge steel battleship Sea Mist was ready to set sail.
At 8:40 in the morning, accompanied by a melodious whistle, the steel battleship with a towering bow slowly accelerated and left the city-state.