Vision 001, after the disappearance of the ancient Kingdom of Crete, it rose from the sea of blood, replaced the sun of the old era, and illuminated the world of the deep sea era.
For ten thousand years, this huge body of light has been running as if it were eternal, bringing not only light and heat to the world, but also a stable order during the day. Without it, there would be no city-state civilization today, and the entire world would be shrouded in a terrible eternal night. The creatures on earth who lost the protection of the ancient Kingdom of Crete would probably have disappeared quietly in some ancient time.
No one would have thought that something might go wrong with Anomaly 001, just like no one had ever considered whether the Infinite Sea would dry up one day.
However, it now seems that this "eternal" sun is not really eternal.
First, the sunrise was delayed by fifteen minutes, and then there was a gap in the rune ring that was almost invisible to the naked eye... All these disturbing information pointed out one thing: the lifespan of Anomaly 001 was actually limited!
Duncan stood beside the window, silently watching the bright light illuminate the street, while the complicated thoughts in his mind were surging like a storm.
I am not the only one who noticed the change in the sun. There are many smart people in the world. Ordinary people may not pay attention to the changes above their heads, but there must be people in the city-state authorities and the church who are always keeping an eye on this biggest phenomenon in the world. Now, someone should have noticed the change in the sun... What would they think? How would they respond? Does anyone know what happened
He also thought of those crazy sun worshippers, these cultists who worshiped the real ancient sun... They kept muttering that the strange phenomenon in the world was a sinful "false sun" and that the sun would fall one day... Did they know that there was really something wrong with the sun
In other words, are the changes in Vision 001 really related to this group of Sun Cultists and the Sun Descendants behind them
To be fair, Duncan actually didn’t think much of these solar cultists, because no matter they were special cultists or slightly more powerful descendants of the sun, they were all the same in his eyes, and they were all things that could be ignited at any time. However, the fire in Plande City-State reminded him that the special cultists might not be a big deal, but the “Creeping Sun Wheel” behind them was of a very high status. In addition, there was a group of elusive end-of-the-world preachers stirring up trouble, as well as strange and weird things such as historical pollution and reality overlay that were hard to guard against. Who knew if these solar cultists could really affect the operation of Anomaly 001…
Electric lines, new models of gas street lamps, smoother and wider streets, taller buildings, and countless factories and pipelines - scholars and engineers brought the power to advance civilization, and this power made the city-state change at a speed far beyond the past. This change... even made Tirian, who had seen many ups and downs, feel a sense of wonder.
Noticing the captain approaching, Alice stopped immediately and held up the blank paper to show Duncan in a distressed tone: "Mr. Duncan, please read what I wrote."
He thought of another thing in his plan.
"You go somewhere, go with Ai," he said, and then he adjusted his expression, looked at Alice's heartless smile, and thought about what he was going to do, and felt much more relaxed, "lead someone here."
"Dolls?" The sailor was a little surprised. "So you're interested in this?"
"... He kind of regretted bringing you guys along."
Alice was very happy. It seemed that this compliment was all she needed. Then she looked into Duncan's eyes curiously and asked, "What do you want me to do?"
Compared to a hundred years ago, the city has indeed changed a lot.
Outside of battle, he gets along with his subordinates in this way—it is probably difficult for the world to imagine that the legendary "Iron Admiral" would be such a peaceful person among his subordinates, but Tirian himself knows why. "
Although I can't tell what it's writing.
Duncan thought about it for a long time, and finally decided to contact Vanna when he had the chance - she was a senior member of the church, and should be very clear about the church's movements and could discuss the sun's affairs with him.
By the way, you can also show your friendly attitude and concern for the security of the city-state.
"Captain, is this the one? The Doll House across the street... the name is quite unique."
But in that city-state, there were some things that vaguely resembled what he remembered.
He held it in for a long time, looking at Alice's simple and happy smile, with the impression of the oil painting just now lingering in his mind. In the end, he still couldn't say the doubt directly, and could only nod reluctantly with a stern face: "There is... progress."
"No," the little pirate said softly, "'Doll House' is an elf-style naming method, not a doll.
shop."
Just then, a sailor's voice suddenly came from the side, interrupting Tirian's thoughts.
Seeing this, another sailor came over and said, "Captain, why don't you kill him first... If you are worried about killing them, you can kill them after you are done with your tour..."
Duncan was stunned for a moment: "How does he know you have something for him to do?"
Tirian looked at his men silently: "You have your reasons."
After getting off the car, thanking and saying goodbye to the church staff who accompanied him, Tirian walked on the streets on the edge of Plander's city with several sailors he brought from the Sea Mist. Looking at the familiar yet somewhat unfamiliar roads and shops on both sides, he couldn't help but have a look of nostalgia on his face.
…
The signboard has changed, the door has changed, and even the decoration on the front has changed, but the name of the store remains the same - the nostalgic elves, even if they live in a rapidly changing human city-state, rarely change the name of their store easily.
After a little thought, he raised his head and looked towards the counter.
Sui Zhen: “…”
After roughly confirming the direction in which Shangtirian was heading, Duncan frowned slightly.
These people have been with me through life and death for half a century - there is no friendship in the world that can surpass this loyalty and trust that has lasted for half a century.
In any case, this was a rare, innocent moment in Tirian's century-long cold memories.
"Where did you learn this?!" Duncan glared at the puppet, "Come with me, you tell him how to do it..."
Tirian shook his head and looked at the subordinates he brought with him with some helplessness.
"You always look like that when you have something to give," Alice gestured on her face, as if she didn't want to demonstrate to Duncan.
The look just now, but someone can see your demonstration, "What do you want me to do?"
Tirian looked up and immediately saw an unfamiliar name among a bunch of old shops on the street: Xuwei Doll Shop.
Several sailors burst into laughter, and while chatting, their eyes were always scanning the buildings in the distance, looking for the store that matched the captain's description.
Of course, remember to knock on the door next time you go there.
Lead... to where?" Alice looked confused. "What does 'lead, to where' mean? Do I need to knock them out and tie them up?"
Even Sui Zhen was a little dazed by the perfect scene of light and shadow, and then she walked over to take a look and saw Sui Zhen was carefully writing down an unknown letter - God knows where he started to make mistakes, anyway, now the whole paper was filled with large circles drawn by him...
Sui Zhen was lying next to Shirley, holding a pencil and writing something very seriously on a white paper.
Tirian suddenly felt dazed, and yellowed memories came to his mind. He seemed to see this afternoon long, long ago, when his father went to the port to do some work, and he took his younger sister and sneaked out of the house. The brother and sister wandered around the bustling city until they ran into this store in a daze...
"A shop," Tirian said casually, his eyes constantly searching among the street-front buildings with a strong central city-state style, "a puppet shop, with a sign that has some elven style."
He sensed that Tyrian had left the Cathedral and was... moving toward the southern part of Upper Town.
At this moment, bright sunshine was shining through the glass windows of the antique shop, over the quaint furnishings on the shelves and into the store. The sunshine fell on the shoulders of the blonde doll, as if casting a layer of cool sheen on Alice. The sunshine also fell on the counter and the tip of the doll's pen, bringing an indescribable atmosphere of severity and mystery to the whole picture.
As Duncan thought about this, he paid some attention to the situation in the cathedral, and then he was suddenly stunned.
"Captain," a sailor looked at his boss curiously, "what are we looking for here?"
That is a scene of oil painting. That scene of oil painting should have a name—the position of the ugly puppet is just right to write quietly in the afternoon sun.
As he spoke, he walked towards the store that seemed to occupy a corner in his memory.