For the "fake Agatha" born from the mirror image, her life was split into two distinct parts. One part was warm, bright, and fulfilling, full of all her love, hatred, and ties to the world~~ but in essence it was just a lie she had made up and input into her own mind. The other part was only three days long, filled with stress, fatigue, pain, and ultimately a death of relief, but that was the only memory that truly belonged to her~ and now, she is going to...
The dead return to earth ~ the fake has a chance to move on.
The problem facing her is that the former is something she longs for, but is destined to be unattainable. After a long time, all regrets will turn into resentment. The latter is real but thin, pale and short, and is not enough for her to survive as a complete "person".
Captain Duncan gave her a reminder before this destined difficult disagreement, and after a long period of thinking, she came to the conclusion that leaving and the frost, the dark and cold deep sea was terrifying. The "diving" process itself made her discover for the first time that there was another possibility for "life"~~ just as Captain Duncan described to her in the submersible.
We are groping forward in the endless darkness. Civilization itself is just a delicate and fragile sampan. The lights illuminate the area around the sampan, and we use our shallow wisdom as mortals to try to understand the glimpses that emerge in the darkness and to guess what the world looks like.
“Most people spend their entire lives curled up in a safe corner of a sampan, but there is always someone who is responsible for holding the light at the bow and looking into the distance.
This is a road that is destined to move forward forever, because the unknown is a one-way concept. Where to go... Maybe I can give it a try.
"Agatha in the mirror said calmly. The black clothes she wore, which represented her identity as a gatekeeper, had quietly changed into clothes like those of a sea adventurer.
It was somewhat similar to Martha's outfit, but with some traces of the Church of Death. She raised her hand and took off the hat that symbolized the clergy, letting her long hair fall down. The bandages wrapped around her body also slowly faded away. She raised her head and looked at Duncan with a smile. Fakes don't have a real past, but I can have a real future.
Let those precious memories lie quietly in the past, so that at least when I recall them in the future, they will still be bright and warm, and will not be stained by the filth of human weakness.
This dress was designed for me by Ms. Martha. What do you think
Duncan looked at Agatha in the mirror, and after a long while he nodded seriously, "Very suitable~"
"Do you think I need to change my name again?" Agatha said again.
If you plan to embark on a completely new path from now on, should you start with the name and make some changes
Duncan was silent for a long time this time, but after a long thought, he shook his head: "No need~ I think it's fine for you to still be called Agatha~"
"Why?"
"Because I'm used to it, it's inconvenient to change the name~"
Duncan answered casually.
"At least I can tell 'you' apart."
You can tell the difference between yourselves.
Agatha in the mirror looked at Duncan deeply and said: "This doesn't seem to be your real answer, but it is enough to convince me. I also like this name. Let's leave a last commemoration for my 'past'."
Duncan nodded: "Well, it's good that you think so."
"Have you arranged everything in the city-state?" Agatha asked again~~
Are you really planning to be a 'cemetery keeper' in Frost from now on
Duncan raised his eyebrows: "What's wrong with this position?"
"There's nothing wrong with it, but it's strange to think that Captain Duncan, who is like a shadow in the warp in the eyes of many people, would guard a cemetery in the city-state."
Agatha in the mirror spoke frankly about her thoughts, "But as long as you are willing, this is of course a good thing. I am afraid that there will be no place safer than that cemetery in the future."
"I think it's great. I also run an antique shop in Plande. Maintaining activities in civilized society can help adjust my mentality." Duncan smiled.
"Besides, it costs money to maintain an incarnation in the city-state. Being a guard in the cemetery at least brings in some income..." Duncan suddenly stopped, slowly raised his head, looked at the "gatekeeper" in the mirror, and asked very seriously: "Will the cathedral give me this 'new guard'?"
Pay wages
Agatha didn't react until this time: "You still need salary?"
“You don’t pay wages?”
"Ah, under normal circumstances, of course they are issued. The new salary for cemetery wardens is issued directly by the cathedral..."
Agatha said with a strange expression, "But it is not normal for a warp shadow to run to the cemetery to be a guard. I strongly suggest that you go to the cathedral and talk to the other Agatha about this matter seriously, because according to my understanding of myself, if you don't take the initiative to mention it, she will never think of it or dare to think of it.
Duncan: "Is that so outrageous?"
The string of numbers you wrote at the end of your report almost drove a room full of cryptographers and mathematicians crazy.
Later, when transferring money to your bank account, the Cathedral even set up a secret action team to keep an eye on the changes in the spiritual world. When you deal with ordinary people as a shadow in the subspace, please consider the three views of most normal humans.
Duncan's mouth twitched and he rubbed his forehead: "Okay, I understand."
Agatha seemed relieved. Then she asked curiously, "Now that the situation of Frost has been resolved, what are your plans next?"
I am going back to the central sea area~~According to some archaeological information provided by Morris, I will go along the route to check out those ancient ruins and strange sea areas that interest me. If possible, I will get close to or even enter some areas listed as anomalies, to explore and understand this world as much as possible. Duncan obviously had a plan in advance and immediately talked about his exploration plan with great interest.
"During this process, I will continue to maintain contact with the civilized world and see how the major churches react to my warnings. If they are interested, I don't mind dealing with those mysterious church arks again..."
"It sounds like an exciting adventure~~ Agatha said with joy and anticipation in her tone.
It's full of risks, but it's worth it~~ Xiangzi, my decision is correct, so should we set off now? Or do we need to make some more preparations
"Don't worry, you have to arrange the White Oak first~~ and you have to tell Tirian anyway." Duncan laughed.
"He should have returned to the dome office by now, so I'll go say hello to him."
"clear
, then I won't bother you anymore." Agatha lowered her head, and her figure gradually disappeared from the mirror. At the same time, in the dome office of the Frost Government Office, Tirian had already sent
The last department representative left. He changed out of the gorgeous but uncomfortable coat he wore for ceremonial occasions and put on his normal clothes again. He breathed a sigh of relief after sitting at his desk. Next, he would have a short break to prepare for the rest of the work. Managing a city full of messes, he had no chance to interrupt his work even when he was sworn in. This morning's schedule was "crammed" into his normal work schedule. He would make up for the delayed work in the afternoon and evening. He had to deal with all the wrong things. What's more, he had to deal with not only the affairs of the Frost City-State, but also the huge "industry" that the Sea Mist Fleet had been operating for the past fifty years. The complex and subtle connections between him and other city-states, the balance of power in the Frigid Sea, and the relationship with his "family"... All of these combined were actually no easier than the work of the Archon. Tirian sighed deeply, opened a locked drawer next to his desk, and took out many documents and materials from it, including files related to the Sea Mist Fleet.
There were shared data from the Brilliant Star and private letters from other city-states. Rest time meant that he could temporarily put aside his work as an archon and do a bunch of other work that was just as difficult as being an archon. Tirian glanced at the pile of things and couldn't help but raise his hand to scratch his hair. He didn't know why, but the terrible association that suddenly emerged on the bald head of First Mate Aiden made the new archon feel a chill and suddenly stopped scratching his hair.
"Aidan shaved it himself, Aiden shaved it himself... He has regretted it for a century." Tirian muttered quietly, as if trying to divert the pressure he felt when facing the pile of things in front of him.
At this moment, a slight crackling sound suddenly came from nearby, abruptly interrupting his soliloquy. After a subconscious shudder in his heart, he quickly calmed down and looked up at the mirror on the nearby wall with a calm face. He was used to it... Duncan's figure appeared in the mirror.
"Son, I came to say hello to you. Is everything going well?"
"Everything is going well, father~" Tirian stood up and carefully responded to his father's gaze~ But his heart was much more relaxed than Pingyouli.
"What can I do for you..."
Nothing~ I'm just about to leave... Duncan suddenly stopped
Tirian looked at his father in the mirror in confusion, but saw that he was staring at the table next to him with a very strange expression. There was even shock in his expression, which made Tirian's heart tighten. He hurriedly followed his father's gaze, but all he saw was a piece of paper that had fallen out of the pile of documents just now. It was the one that Lucrecia sent to him from the Qican Sunday.
It was a "shared academic document." Duncan's extremely serious voice came from the mirror: "Tirion, what is that? Bring it closer for me to see."
Ah..Okay~~ Tirian hurriedly agreed~ quickly picked up the paper and walked to the mirror~ showing the image on the paper to his father, "What's the problem with this?"
“Where did this pattern come from?”
"It's from Lucrecia."
Tirian answered immediately, with a nervous and guilty tone, "I didn't tell you before, but she was actually studying something that fell from the sky during this period." Duncan didn't say anything, just stared at the paper. After a long time, he broke the silence with a soft voice as if he was talking to himself in a dream: "The moon."