Bishop Valentine put away the paper with the strange emblem.
"None of us recognize this pattern. It is very likely from a very ancient era, or from a secret society that has never been exposed to the public," the old bishop said as he put away the paper. "We may find corresponding records in the archives. In addition, I will contact some friends in the academic world to see if they recognize this thing."
Vanna's gaze returned to Tirian. She looked at the "pirate captain" in front of her curiously: "Was there anything unusual before your father had a secret conversation with those strange ascetics? For example, did he suddenly obtain a mysterious book or explore some secret places?"
"It's hard to say," Tirian shook his head. "You should know that a century ago, he was one of the most outstanding explorers in the world. Dealing with all kinds of strange relics or secrets was his daily job. He was in contact with the things you just mentioned almost all day long. Lucrecia and I were just starting to help my father share some things at that time, and we didn't have much opportunity to learn about his collection in detail, and..."
Tirian paused here, then sighed softly.
"And at that time, Lucrecia and I had no idea what would happen later. Although those strange visitors were a little strange, my father often received all kinds of strange guests. By the time we realized that my father was getting more and more abnormal, it had been nearly a year since that secret talk. It was impossible to investigate anything now."
Vanna nodded slightly, and at this moment, a loud bell and whistle sound suddenly came from the window, interrupting the conversation in the living room.
"The evening bell has rung," Bishop Plande looked out the window and saw that the sun bound by double runes was gradually sinking into the sea level. The shadow of the Creator of the World could still be vaguely seen in the sky. "You should stop here today."
Then he looked away and nodded to Tirian. "If you don't mind, you can rest in the cathedral tonight. We have prepared dinner for you and a room where you won't be disturbed."
"Thank you very much," Tirian said, and then said, "I plan to stay in the city for a few days. He lived there for a short time a hundred years later, and I am still interested in its changes."
"Um."
After a long while, the lens group began to vibrate slightly and the crystal ball in the center began to emit a faint light. With a burst of interfering noise, the unclear figure of Lu Valentine Yamohu emerged from the crystal ball: "You are..."
"Keep watch on the door and don't let anyone disturb you," Tirian ordered his men.
Time is limited and it is about to reach the critical point.
Vana stood up from the sofa and nodded to Tirian: "Take them to the guest room."
"It doesn't matter. It is indeed a curse," Tirian sighed. "If it weren't for the strange and bizarre situation that happened to Cressy, and the normal situation we just mentioned, there are some things I really don't want to recall."
That sentence that you couldn't understand at all at that time, now sounds like it is inextricably linked to the "countdown" mentioned by Tirian!
This is a simple lens device, consisting of a few large lenses and solitary connecting rods, with a small crystal ball placed in the center.
Tirian had no idea what the Inquisitor was thinking, but he felt the atmosphere had become much more awkward. However, the awkwardness did not last long - Vanna took the initiative to break the silence.
"You... border..." Lu Valentinya's voice came from the crystal ball, with crackling interference, but it was barely distinguishable, "There... the environment... the interference has become stronger, I... adjusted... Is it okay now? Can you hear it clearly?"
"The environment there has changed a little. The spirit world has caused strange fluctuations in the real dimension," the voice in the crystal ball explained. "Is everything okay, brother? The Brilliant Star is passing through an unstable sea. There must be something important..."
"Why do you ask that?"
"No, Inquisitor," Tirian shook his head.
His tone was somewhat firm. "I just suddenly thought of what you mentioned just now. You said that you communicated with my father several times... In addition to communication, did he give you something... something else, for example, power?"
"I, something is wrong?" Lu Valentinya frowned, "He saw me up close?"
"Captain, are you okay?" A trusted sailor looked at his boss with some concern. "You have been very serious since you came ashore." After a short silence, Tirian continued, "I have never revealed so many things about me to outsiders. I hope you understand this."
"Why so vague?" Tirian frowned. "Where are you now?"
Suddenly, he recalled the last moment he made eye contact with the Inquisitor...
"I didn't expect the Inquisitor to personally lead the way," Tirian said on the way to the guest room. "For a pirate, that is the greatest honor."
"… 'Pirate' is just a convenient identity. It makes it easy for you to cause trouble to certain people on the cold sea. We also want to use your identity to make you issue fewer wanted warrants, so as to pretend that you are still useful," Tirian said calmly, "But what you just mentioned is also a thing of the past, Your Excellency the Inquisitor."
"He seems rather relaxed, Captain Tirian," he asked bluntly. "Do I make you relaxed?"
A few seconds ago, Lu Valentine's voice came with a hint of relief: "Did he really encounter the Lost Homeland? Is he okay now?"
"… You have something to do," Tirian calmed down, waved to his subordinates, and walked towards the table not far away, "Bring the things here."
A sailor immediately came forward and placed a briefcase brought from the Sea Mist on the table. Tirian opened the box with a key, revealing the items inside.
"I don't mean anything else," Tirian suddenly realized that his question might be a bit offensive to a devout and steadfast saint, and immediately explained, "I just want to remind you that my father... the power he brought back from the warp is very strange and difficult to remove, and like the chaos erosion from the warp, this power is extremely polluting. If you accidentally get too deeply involved..."
But in fact, you think that the other party's reminder may be a little late - Captain Duncan's influence is more serious than everyone imagined. Now you can only hope that the captain will really knock on the door next time he comes to see you...
"... not all." "This..." Lu Valentinya opened his mouth, seeming a little hesitant, "Then the person he saw this time was your "father", right?"
The corridor came to an end.
"Of course not," Zenland smiled, "The Sea Mist is already Cressy's friend, and we are always prepared for friends - he can stay there as long as he wants."
"I'm curious about one thing," he suddenly asked, "about this 'countdown' your father mentioned after he went crazy... Do you know more information? Did he mention any other details?"
"Just a 'pirate, huh?" Vanna turned her head slightly with a smile on her face, "Your identity is not that special—son of Duncan, general of the Frost King, commander of the Sea Mist Fleet. If all pirates on the Infinite Sea were like that... we wouldn't need any city-state authorities.
"Of course," Vanna nodded slightly, "I'm sure if you were in his position, I wouldn't be willing to reveal my family's... curse to outsiders. Sorry, I can't think of any other words."
He recalled his last conversation with the young judge, and the seeming and yet not-so-seeming pressure he had felt from him. A belated sense of heartbreak permeated him at that moment.
"Thank you for leading the way," Tirian nodded to Vana, "I would like to spend some time with my men."
Vanna noticed the other person's strangeness.
"You are in Cressy now," Tyrian said straight to the point. "The Seamist was badly damaged in the exchange of fire with the Lost Homeland, and things seem to be going wrong in that city-state."
Vanna suddenly stopped.
Crystal Ball
The figure opposite was stunned.
Thinking back to the young Inquisitor's recent experiences of communicating with "this person" several times, Tirian even had some terrible guesses about the indescribable pressure.
As he spoke, his eyes inadvertently swept across Vanna's eyes, and the next second, he lowered his eyes involuntarily.
When she asked that question, Vanna recalled her previous communication with the storm goddess Gemona, and the incomprehensible words the goddess had conveyed to her -
Vanna woke up from her thoughts, with Tirian's words still echoing in her mind. She nodded subconsciously and said goodbye to the little pirate.
At this moment, he actually felt like he was standing under the gaze of his "father"!
After starting the private meeting, Tirian left the reception room with Vanna and joined several accompanying sailors who were resting in a room far away. The group walked towards the depths of the cathedral.
The door of the guest room was closed, and only after the surroundings became quiet did Tirian breathe a sigh of relief.
This elusive pressure appeared again, and it was even more obvious than before at the dock.
"Thanks for the reminder." Vanna took a deep breath and thanked sincerely.
"... To be honest, I was beaten up, but it's okay now," Tirian said in a low voice, "The problem is... something seems to be wrong with me."
After a few seconds of silence, he spoke in a deep voice: "In the last days, he suddenly said something to Lucy Dingshanya. He said, 'Your world is just a pile of dying embers.
After several sailors left, I focused my attention on the crystal ball, gently adjusted the angle of one of the lenses, and called out loudly: "Lu Valentinya."
Tirian met Vanna's gaze.
The interference sound finally disappeared, and the silhouette of Lu Valentine City gradually became turbid.
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