Aiden returned to the bridge, where Tirian was waiting for him.
"The unloading process is going smoothly. We will be able to transfer everything in the cargo hold to the port warehouse in about an hour," the bald first mate reported energetically, with a strong smell of tobacco emanating from every fold of his clothes. "The sailors who stayed on the island quite liked the 'local specialties' you brought back."
"There will be a party tonight. If you are interested, you can join us," Tirian said casually. He then couldn't help but look at Aiden twice more, frowning and sniffing.
"You set yourself on fire by smoking?"
"... maybe a little too much," Aiden touched the tip of his nose awkwardly, "Tobacco from Plande is always... hard to let go."
"Be careful. You smell like bacon right now," Tirian shook his head and reminded him casually. He then stopped paying attention to the matter and changed the subject. "Recently, I often hear sailors discussing frost."
"The news has indeed spread," Aiden's expression immediately became more serious after hearing the captain's words. "The dead have resurrected. No matter where the rumor came from, the content of the rumor is enough to cause discussion among the sailors. After all, we are all undead."
"Undead..." Tirian repeated the word softly, "Why, are you looking forward to coming back to life?"
"Honestly, anyone with a bit of common sense knows that this is impossible," Aiden shrugged. "Ordinary people may still have some imagination about this topic, but the more immortal one is, the more they know that true resurrection from the dead is just a rumor. The god of death Bartok does exist. This door is a one-way door. And those people are stranded in the mortal world and become so-called 'immortals' because their souls have been twisted and changed and they can no longer pass through this door. As for the boundary between life and death, everyone is actually very clear. After all, everyone has wandered in front of this door when they were on the verge of death."
Tirian nodded slightly, and after a moment's silence, he spoke again: "Why does this topic cause so much discussion?"
"Real resurrection from the dead won't happen, so everyone is wondering if these so-called resurrectors are actually... the living dead," Lezi grinned and laughed, "You know, most city-states hate the living dead, and Japeng hates them the most. They even regard them as a 'curse on the Caspian Sea.' Although it's wrong to put the debt of half a century ago on the heads of the Aiden people today, everyone is still happy to see the authorities of this city-state in a mess."
"…The materials are used up."
All in all, life on the Lost Homeland is not bad.
The slightly fishy and salty sea breeze blew towards me, bringing with it a chill that is not found in the central sea areas.
Nina was stunned, she looked inside the barrel and continued to be in a daze.
"Could Ai please bring some more?"
Tirian did not speak. For some reason, he suddenly thought of another high-ranking priest who was also very young but showed strong strength and could even calmly negotiate with his terrible father many times.
Life on the Lost Homeland was actually countless times better than she had imagined at first. None of those terrible or weird things happened. They had their own routine, decent food, clean and independent living space, and noisy but interesting crew members. From some perspectives, the living conditions on the Lost Homeland were even better than those on ordinary ocean-going ships.
On the Homeless, they discussed matters of the warp carefully, and they read any books carefully. Morris asked Ai to help bring a bunch of folklore and history books from Japengwei, and they would read them for most of the day. In order to hurry on his way, the captain would sometimes even sink the Homeless directly into the spirit world and sail wildly in that dark and terrifying abnormal sea.
It sounded like something was moving beneath the surface, carrying with it a large number of bubbles that were rising rapidly.
"Ms. Frost, are you not sleepy anymore?"
Inquisitor Frost of Prand.
After a moment, she raised her head and looked at the judge in front of her.
This is a ship.
Thanks to Ai, the "messenger", the ship can always be replenished with fresh ingredients
Because there are a large number of "living" onboard facilities, the Lost Homeland will hardly encounter any inconvenience caused by facility failure. Moreover, the greatest advantage of this ship is not this. Its greatest advantage... is that it is normal.
Han Shuang sat on a wooden barrel near the side of the ship, looked up at the endless sea horizon in the distance, and saw a faint mist at the end of the field of vision. It seemed that there were distant and hazy icebergs hidden in the depths of the mist.
Tirian looked at Lezi in silence, and after a long while he waved his hand helplessly.
Jia Peng looked up and saw Nina curiously looking at the half-carved amulet in her hand and several uncarved amulets on another wooden barrel next to her.
"oh."
Because of Captain Duncan's presence, even the invaders from the subspace dare not come to this ship to cause trouble...
"Ms. Frost... are you bored on the boat?"
"Oh!" Nina nodded in realization, looking at the uncarved amulets on the barrel in amazement. "She seems to have heard of that in school before, but this is the first time she has seen it. You made so many!"
Frost put down a new wave amulet and silently put away the knife.
I don’t know what he is thinking about.
The high flagpole, the rusty bow and chimney, the broken and damaged deck... …
There would be no deep shadows at all - and even if something did emerge, it would just become a daily entertainment for the crew.
Footsteps approached from behind, and a very energetic voice suddenly sounded beside: "Miss Frost, what are you doing?"
The knife scratched the wood, leaving deep dents. Sawdust fell off bit by bit, making the slightly restless mood gradually more intense.
Frost looked in the direction Nina pointed.
"It all depends on how this quiet cathedral reacts," Lezi said. "I heard that the current cathedral gatekeeper is a newcomer named Agatha, a young girl with little experience. I don't know if she can handle such troublesome matters."
She saw a large area of rising sea foam, irregular and chaotic water currents rising like hills in the distance, and a huge shadow gradually rising to the surface of the sea in the water and foam.
If it is definitely the case with this powerful and somewhat scary Inquisitor... ..it should be no problem to deal with a few minor troubles that have come back to life.
Yes, it was dangerous and incredible, but after living here for a few days, Frost finally confirmed this incredible reality: there was no ship safer than this terrifying ghost ship.
"You're right. I understand that, but for now, most of the sailors still think that Lezi should just be happy. Anyway, the first wave of unlucky people are Jia Peng's people. We can talk about other things after Jia Peng becomes too big," Lezi said, spreading his hands. "There's nothing we can do. The mentality of the immortals is like that. What's more, this matter is related to Jia Peng."
Nina ran to the side of the ship, staring at the sea in the distance with wide eyes, and suddenly raised her hand and pointed here and shouted: "Look, look! Miss Frost! Something is coming out!"
"... To truly come back from the dead, one needs to go through Bartok's gate and return. Aiden's current mainstream belief is not the god of death. Theoretically, in Aiden, the rules of life and death will only be stricter and more stable. Now there are rumors of the return of the dead here, which is very wrong." He did not continue to argue with his first mate about "see if they need to make a big deal", but frowned and made the topic serious again, "He is more inclined to think that this is some other extraordinary power at work."
He is carving a new wave amulet from seabreath wood.
The young Inquisitor lowered his head and continued to carve at the wood with a small knife.
"Actually..." Jia Peng said hesitantly, then he became more determined, looked at Nina's sparkling eyes, and slowly opened the lid of the barrel, "There are more than just these."
Nina nodded, walked to the wooden barrel again, squatted down and began to daydream in thought.
"It's better to say it..." Han Shuang waved her hands awkwardly, but just as she was about to say something else, a voice suddenly came from
A strange, low roar coming from the direction of the sea interrupted what she was about to say.
Or add a meal.
Almost at the same time, a creaking sound came from the direction of the mast of the Lost Homeland. The next second, Frost saw that the spiritual sails above the ghost ship were adjusting their angles at the same time, and the huge hull adjusted its posture and course accordingly.
The Lost Homeland has not yet entered the Frigid Sea, which is still very far away from Plande.
"This is a talisman dedicated to the storm goddess Gemona," Han Shuang laughed. She knew what kind of amazing identity this ordinary-looking boy had, but after spending a few days with him, she was no longer surprised by the identities of any crew member on the ship. "Throwing the Sea Breath Wood Amulet into the sea is equivalent to completing a tribute to the goddess."
But she still needs some time to adjust.
"Not really," Han Shuang looked a little embarrassed. She also felt that it was a bit exaggerated that she carved a bucket of amulets in a few days. "It's just... maybe I need a little bit of adjustment."
Tirian raised an eyebrow. "See Vanna? This must be related to the original Abyss Project. This is more than just Vanna."