Shirley left with Agou, who was still a little uneasy. Vanna and Maurice also left. The cabin became quiet, leaving only Duncan, Alice and the napping pigeon.
Alice was wiping the furnishings and windows in the room, while Duncan sat behind the table, lost in long thought.
A creaking sound came from the table, and the goat-headed head slowly turned to Duncan: "Are you still thinking about Lahem, the god of wisdom?"
"It's not the God of Wisdom - it's the gods," Duncan leaned back in his chair, a thoughtful look on his face, "the gods... what kind of connection do they have with this world?" "Who knows? The scriptures of various sects portray them as the shapers and protectors of the earthly order, while many cultists hold the opposite view. They believe that it is the gods who distorted the world and even stole the credit for Genesis.
There is another novel explanation for what Morris saw in the "blasphemous book". The lost kings mentioned in the book seem to be the gods of today... Maybe these statements are all wrong, but they may all be correct..." The goat-headed man kept talking and shook his head at last. "But if you ask me what I think, then my opinion is... They don't seem to be of much use. They can neither make the world a better place nor bring any bad things.
"But for most ordinary people in this world, the protection of the gods does exist." Duncan said casually, "This protection allows most mortals to survive.
"To be alive - a way of saying maintaining the status quo," the goat-headed man said slowly, "just like the state of frost in the past fifty years, before the balance was broken," no one knows how many shadows of disasters have accumulated beneath the balance.
But at least everyone is still alive." Duncan did not comment on Goat Head's evaluation. He just thought about it for a moment before speaking thoughtfully.
"Agou entered Lahem's sight as soon as he was thinking. There are many historical and famous examples of 'enjoying the grace of God'. The parties involved were suddenly noticed in their daily lives and established a connection with the four gods...
So can we think that the Four Gods have established a system of "monitoring" or "scanning" all living things on earth. They confirm the operating status of the real world by sensing certain specific nodes. Doesn't this mean that their interference and perception of the real world is indirect and limited? The orthodox sects will not like your approach. It sounds like they are studying some kind of machine, and they have no awe of the gods.
"Respect is the furthest distance from understanding. I don't want to respect them, I just want to understand them." Duncan said calmly. "After all, we have helped them deal with the mess twice.
"Footsteps sounded in the long corridors of the cathedral, and the rhythmic echoes seemed to knock on the time deposited in this ancient building. Agatha, dressed in a black dress, walked towards the depths of the church. She had no followers with her. Only her own shadow accompanied this lifeless but still moving body. In the niches on both sides of the corridor, the light of gas lamps and candlesticks intertwined and reflected each other, making the shadows cast on the ground appear dim and shaky. After returning to her room and closing the door, the archbishop and gatekeeper who had seemed calm and peaceful all the way seemed to suddenly relax. She leaned back against the door panel and sighed deeply. She no longer needed to breathe, but "sighing" was a manifestation of human nature. She was still used to using this method as a "symbol" for her relaxation. After all, she didn't want to make herself... too much like a corpse.
Order has been restored in the cathedral, and small churches across the city are also gradually getting back on track. The tense mood in the city is still there, but after the intervention of the Sea Mist Fleet, the chaos in various places, especially public security cases, have been quickly suppressed.
On the other hand, although the distribution of materials and the aftermath of the victims were still a mess, and serious staff shortages still plagued every department, after the Sea Mist Fleet entered the city, "they magically" brought in a large number of professionals with administrative management capabilities or knowledge of the grassroots operations of the city-state from all corners of the city-state, and arranged these people into the City Hall. According to the feedback from the City Hall, those who were "recommended" by the Sea Mist Fleet were familiar with and took over the work of various departments at an astonishing speed. It would probably only take a few more days of familiarization before the problem of staff shortages in various places would be greatly alleviated.
At the same time, the public opinion preparation for the entry of the Sea Mist Fleet and the propaganda work against General Tirian Abnomar are also progressing. The reorganization of the remaining navy and the Sea Mist Fleet of the city-state has also begun. The new archon has not yet officially held the inauguration ceremony, but the city has fallen under his control at an alarming speed. This was a development that the officials of the Frost authorities would only imagine in their nightmares, but for the current Frost... this is all good.
Agatha could finally relax a little. The body would not be tired, but her spirit still needed to relax; after leaning against the door for a few minutes, Agatha shook her head and slowly walked to her dressing table, sitting down to rest. Her figure was reflected in the mirror of the dressing table, and the feeling of being watched made Agatha raise her head suddenly.
There was no one else in the room, and she didn't sense any strange aura, but the feeling of being watched was definitely not an illusion. The blind priest raised her head and carefully felt any movement around her, feeling the flow of the aura. Her "gaze" slowly swept around and across the mirror on the dressing table. The lifeless furnishings in the room showed various blurred and dim outlines in her vision, exuding a cold aura like a grave. However, in the next second, the feeling of being watched disappeared, and the figure in the mirror shifted his sight.
Agatha suddenly stopped in front of the dressing table. She seemed to have noticed something. After a brief hesitation, she slowly raised her arm and stretched out her hand towards the mirror in front of her. She felt a cold and hard touch. It was a layer of lifeless glass. The figure in the mirror hesitated for an unknown period of time before she also raised her arm and stretched out her fingers. The feeling of her fingertips touching suddenly came, accompanied by a little warmth in the middle;
The next moment, a new light and shadow emerged in Agatha's chaotic and dark vision - a faint, hazy outline suddenly emerged in the lifeless mirror. They looked at each other quietly across the mirror, and the room fell into a brief silence.
After a long time, Agatha in front of the mirror suddenly broke the silence: "You" there was a hint of hesitation in her voice.
"Hmm," a voice seemed to penetrate her mind directly.
"I'm here. When will you show up?"
"The key," the voice in Agatha's head said quietly.
“I’ve been here since you got that key.
"Agatha didn't speak for a moment. It felt... weird, because she was clearly aware that the voice in her mind was her own voice. She could even feel some of the emotions that came out of that voice when it spoke. However, she was also clearly aware that the person she was talking to was another individual. It was not an illusion in her mind, not a personality formed by schizophrenia, and not some kind of "appendage" of her own.
Incredible, "Incredible," she said in the mirror, "If I have to say, the symptoms are a bit like schizophrenia, but obviously no matter how skilled the psychiatrist is, he or she may not be able to solve this problem. "Don't cause trouble for the psychiatrists in the city-state anymore, they are all trouble recently," Agatha suddenly raised her hand and rubbed her eyebrows. The feeling of talking to "another self" was unprecedented. During the conversation, she always had an illusion that she gradually couldn't tell which one was "herself". Although there was no cognitive confusion in fact, she couldn't help but stop and sort out her thoughts.
After a while, she raised her head and looked at herself in the mirror. "That key... preserved your soul" and used it as a medium to send you to me..." She was a little stuck when she said this, as if she didn't know how to describe her current state. The shadow in front of her... was it in her mind or in her perception? It was just a projection on a psychological level.
"I don't know either," the voice in my head said, "I don't know if I have a soul, nor do I know the details of this process, let alone how the key achieves all of this - my consciousness has been in a chaotic state for a long time, and I have only woken up in the past two days." Then, the voice hesitated for a moment, and continued after a few seconds: "Now it seems that the key should have the power to store and transfer memories, but perhaps only the Frost Queen herself knows all its secrets."
Frost Girl... "Agatha muttered, as if talking to herself, "It seems that this situation needs to be told to the captain, but in theory we should report it to the Death Temple headquarters first, Agatha in the mirror reminded her. Agatha in front of the mirror was slightly startled when she heard it, her expression changed, and she hesitated and said: "It seems... it is true." But the Death Temple is now cruising at the farthest end of the civilized territory, and I am afraid they may not have time to pay attention to such private events. "Speaking of this, she... paused and looked up at the mirror.
"What do you think?" Agatha in the mirror thought for a moment. Thoughts and memories flowed slowly between them, and cognition and emotions were reflected on both sides of the mirror. A faint green fire appeared in Agatha's eyes in the mirror. I also think I should tell Chuan Chang - he is obviously experienced in mirrors.