Vanna stood up and came to the statue of the goddess in the small prayer room. The statue was placed on a high platform, and around the platform, bright candles were burning quietly.
"We should convey this warning to the Cathedral of the Storm, and preferably to other churches and city-states," Bishop Valentine's voice came from behind, "but this involves the source of the warning. If we want it to be convincing enough, we must give reasons that are convincing enough for the other three churches. Simply saying that 'a saint received a revelation in a dream' is not enough.
"Her Holiness the Pope is aware of the connection between you and Captain Duncan. She has not issued any admonitions about this, and it seems that she has tacitly approved of this matter. However, if other churches knew the truth... their reactions would be unpredictable, especially the Church of Death."
"The influence of the Thirteen Islands of Veselan..." Vanna muttered softly, "The Church of Death's vigilance towards the Lost Homeland is unusual."
"That's right, the Thirteen Islands of Veselan, the victims dragged into the warp by the Lost Homeland, were the largest archipelago city-state controlled by the Church of Death a century ago. To the followers of the God of Death, the status of those thirteen islands is equivalent to that of Plunder to the Deep Sea Church today," Valentine sighed.
"It's very troublesome. After a hundred years, this is not just a matter of hatred. It's also a natural distrust of humans towards an out-of-control disaster. If they knew the source of this warning, they might start to think of this matter as a conspiracy."
Vanna didn't say anything for a while, but was silent for a few seconds before she suddenly spoke: "Storm Cathedral is coming, perhaps His Holiness the Pope will have his own considerations on this."
"I hope so," Pland muttered unsurely. "Anyway, the Seven Gods Church has noticed the situation of Anomaly 001, but it seems that they don't take it seriously enough. If the Deep Sea Church can take the lead and raise the priority of this matter, I think it will at least achieve the effect of a "warning."
Zhou Ming nodded slowly, then raised his eyes and stared at the statue of the storm goddess Gemona. After a long while, he prayed softly: "...May you protect me."
On the stern deck of the Lost Homeland, Vanna had just finished inspecting the entire ship and was preparing to return to her room to rest.
She entered the subspace in a daze, and stayed on another Lost Homeland in the subspace for half a day in a daze. Although she finally found a way to return safely, she could never completely calm down as long as she could not determine the mechanism of her entry into the subspace.
"Did you see anything flash by just now?" The team member subconsciously put his hand on the rune steel sword at his waist and whispered seriously, "The gas lamp seemed to flash."
In Ye Yifeng City, in an antique shop, Vanna, who had just said goodnight to Nina and Shirley, walked silently back to the room, came to the window, and quietly looked out at the night view of the neighborhood outside the window, which was filled with night lights and quiet at night.
Fanna frowned slightly, thought for a moment, and then pushed open the "Door of the Lost Homelanders".
She held up the "collection" in front of her and stared closely at the bottom of the Valentine city-state.
"I saw your lantern flash a little bit." Another team member spoke up.
On the simple shelves, the exquisite "models" of the Lost Homeland and Valentine are still quietly placed in their original places.
Vanna closed her eyes slightly. The warning from "Captain Vanna" was undoubtedly a reason for many people to take it seriously. And the time when she entered the subspace was just after the problem of Anomaly 001.
But the captain just frowned, as if he was thinking about something. After several seconds, the senior guard shook his head and said, "Continue patrolling - just report the situation to the church when you return."
"Don't let your guard down," the captain glanced at his men, "Nothing can happen in the night, pay attention to these darkest places."
After a brief dizziness and sense of time and space dislocation, Duncan opened his eyes and saw an unfamiliar bachelor apartment. Everything there was still the same.
A light green glow suddenly flashed at the edge of his vision, causing the team member to stop subconsciously.
Something went wrong with the Sun, a strange dream, and entering subspace. These two events happened so closely together that it is hard not to connect them.
I wonder if there is a hidden connection behind them.
I stepped in. During that inspection, Vanna also focused on checking the condition of the "subspace door" at the bottom of the cabin and confirmed that the door was still tightly closed.
He now only hoped that his warning would not cause the Church of the Seven to focus more attention on the issue of Vision 001.
Somewhere in the city, a brigade of defenders was walking out of an alley, preparing to check the situation of the next gas and steam node.
The scene of the entire Valentine city-state appeared directly in his mind from a faster and more intuitive perspective.
In this transcendent and turbid "perception", Vanna let her consciousness sink little by little to explore the structure of the city-state under the sea.
Green light and shadows floated in the flames, and invisible gazes flashed in the darkness - Vanna's thoughts flowed throughout the entire city-state, and then gradually sank deeper into the city-state.
A slight friction sound entered her ears. She knew that she was not an expert in the supernatural field, and even if she wanted to study the problem of Anomaly 001, she would not know where to start. What she could do was... not to attract these real experts to the problem.
Did he "ignore" that part? Duncan frowned slightly, tapping the edge of the desk unconsciously with his fingers. Then he calmed down, placed his hand above the model, and his spirit gradually spread.
The Lost Homeland needed to be inspected once in a while, especially the bottom of the ship. These cabins submerged in the boundless sea needed the captain's intimidation and comfort to ensure stability. That made him feel more at ease.
"Yes, I understand," the team member straightened up quickly, but couldn't help but say, "But don't you think those two days were really intense? I heard that in the recent night patrol records of the whole city, there was not even one..."
But corresponding to that sense of "peace of mind" was a vague sense of uneasiness in his heart: he still couldn't figure out how he had managed to enter the "other side" of the door after sleeping in the bedroom last time.
As a "model", the neat and tidy bottom is certainly an unusual situation, but she knows that the "collection" is not a special model. It should be a "reflection" or "projection" of the real Valentine in that room. What that thing presents... should be the broken appearance of Valentine!
Similar situations occurred throughout the city. The Guardian Brigade left the place.
After that, he never thought about that matter again - I must admit that "under the city-state" is a blind spot in the thinking of many people in this world, and even in my thinking.
A sleek and simple new structure... is "growing" little by little from the bottom of the "model".
It seemed as if the light from a distant gas lamp had changed in an instant, but it was extremely brief, extremely hidden, and almost impossible to capture.
Crowded residential areas, steam factories that work day and night, quiet commercial districts, streets along the sea, gas lamps on the roadside, pipeline systems across the city... The swirling fog appeared in the door frame.
middle.
Was it because I didn't burn the city-state thoroughly enough? Or was it because...
The young team member holding a lantern looked at the quiet street ahead and murmured with some regret: "It seems that tonight will be peaceful again... To be honest, I am not used to such a quiet night."
The team members subconsciously set their eyes on the captain.
After collecting his thoughts for a while, Vana placed his hand on the door handle of the captain's room, but after opening the door, he suddenly thought of another thing: the Abyss Plan that Tirian had mentioned to him.
He calmed himself down, and first checked the windowsill, desk, and other places as usual, and after confirming that nothing had changed, he walked to the end of the room. Duncan stared at the base of the model and fell into deep thought.
He only saw an extremely smooth bottom. Whatever was underneath the city-state, whether it was an infinitely long pillar or a pancake-like base, it should have a structure, not the part below the sea surface that ended abruptly as it did now.
Below the sea level of the Valentine city-state, the corresponding
Part of it came to an abrupt end, and its bottom surface was as smooth as if it had been cut by a sharp blade.
In the apartment, Duncan suddenly opened his eyes. Perhaps it was because of that "uneasiness" that he conveyed a warning in the "dream communication" with Zhou Ming later. Although he was still sure that his strange dream had some reflection on reality, after dealing with extraordinary visions so many times, he at least had one experience: it might be okay for people to have a dream, but his "Captain Vanna" had a dream... Don't really treat it as a dream.
Duncan walked over and picked up the "model" representing Valentine. Then he carried the "collection" that was neither light nor heavy in his hand to a nearby desk, sat down and carefully observed its "base" structure.
Vanna stood in front of the captain's cabin, holding the lantern in one hand, and took a deep breath in the cool night air.
It was late at night and almost all the residents of the city had returned home. The streets and alleys were extremely quiet. Only a few spots of light were moving deep in these slightly dark streets and alleys. These were the guards on patrol and the glow of the lanterns in their hands.