Isn't it bad enough that there is a Lost Homeland in this world...
In the divination room illuminated by dim candlelight, Luke Fanxia sat quietly on a high-back chair with velvet cushions. She stared at the crystal ball on the table, but for some reason, she recalled something that happened a long time ago, that afternoon a century ago...
The figure who was already a little vague in her memory stood on the deck, facing the sun that was gradually sinking to the horizon. His tall body seemed to have turned into a swaying, illusory flame in the sunset, and he told her in a low, suppressed tone that she had never heard before:
"Our world is but a dying ember..."
At this point, she certainly knew that her father had already gone crazy at that time, and would soon completely abandon his humanity and choose to actively embrace the "blessing" of the subspace. But she still thought from time to time, if she could talk to her father more on that day, ask him the meaning of that sentence, and ask him what he saw at the border of the world, would things develop differently afterwards
Perhaps her father will still end up going crazy, and perhaps the birth of the Lost Homeland is an "established fact" engraved in the long river of time that no one can reverse, but at least, she will know how all this happened and where she should go to find the truth - instead of just steering a cursed ship and wandering in vain in this borderland that even the Vatican inspectors are unwilling to enter...
"Lucelcia, are you still listening?"
Suddenly, Tirian's voice came from the crystal ball, which suddenly woke up the young lady who was sitting at the table in a daze. Luke Xiangxi shook her head and put aside the chaotic thoughts in her mind.
"Brother," she looked at Tirian in the crystal ball, her tone becoming a little serious, "Do you remember what father said before he sailed to the border for the last time? That time he didn't let us follow..."
"Of course I remember," Tirian nodded. "He said he found clues to the anomaly 000 and was going to find a 'cure for the world.' He not only refused the two of us, but also refused the following of several other escort ships. After he and the Lost Homeland returned, he and the ship became different."
"Yes, all the crew members on the Lost Homeland stopped talking, as if they were cursed with silence, but my father was still able to communicate with you. I said that I had not found the normal 000, and then he said that even if 000 existed, it would be the origin of the distortion of the world. The so-called good medicine has existed since the beginning. From then on, until the day I told you under the deck at sunset that 'the world is a remnant of fire', I had never revealed anything that was not related to this border journey..."
Tirian in the crystal ball didn't speak for a while. It was unknown whether he had been silent for a long time. Then Luke Qingxia spoke again: "Before this, you had contact with the Vatican fleet patrolling far away from the border, including the Firebringers, the Deep Sea Priests, the scholars of the Academy of Truth, and even this group of gloomy death cultists. You asked us about the normal 000, but we all said that there might be a normal or abnormal number of zero..."
"You have also asked about it," Tirian said in a deep voice, "and the answer you got is the same as his... ... There are normal and abnormal phenomena numbered zero in the world. It is not that they exist at present, but there are corresponding vacancies at all."--
"The list that first leaked out of the Tomb of the Kings did not list all the numbers. The normal and abnormal phenomena that had not been discovered or formed had their own vacancies to be filled. Even the 'mycelium bottle' and 'fungus island', normal and abnormal phenomena that evolved in the course of history, had their positions for delayed planning found in advance. But at the beginning of the whole list, there was no position zero at all...
"That's why you said that my father might not be abnormal after he set out for the border. I might know that information."
Tirian suddenly stopped talking, then looked up at Lukefancia in the crystal ball, his expression becoming serious: "Why did he suddenly bring up that topic? You haven't talked about that in half a century. What is she going to do?"
"... When you grow up, you will retreat headfirst into this magnificent fog wall like your father did," Lukefancia's face showed a lot of expressionlessness, but she still smiled that time, "You are looking for clues left by your father, but you are definitely going to follow my old path."
Tirian was silent for a moment, then nodded quickly: "... That's good."
Lu Hongbinjiya didn't speak for a while. The brother and sister, who were separated by a long distance and had not really met many times in the past century, were each not thinking about their own things. It was not until the sound of the whistle of the Sea Mist came from the distant lake in the crystal ball that Lu Hongbinjiya suddenly broke the silence: "Is he really going to Plande? Because of the invitation of this archon?"
"'Invitation' is not important. You don't care about the problems of this city-state. But the archon said in the letter that the Lost Homeland has reappeared in the real world, and it is true. You must go and see the situation," Tirian said seriously. "This ship has appeared in the world for more than half a century. It is really suspicious that it appears again now."
Luke Fanxia thought for a moment and asked, "You encountered the Lost Homeland once half a century later. Do you remember that he was still cold at that time... Was it really the Lost Homeland that he saw at that time?"
"... Absolutely true," "Although it is hard to believe, this is the Lost Homeland," Tirian said in a deep voice, "You even got the position of each mast and the distribution of each set of cables wrong."
"This... the person standing under the boat at that time, was really my father?"
Tirian lowered his head slightly, his face hidden in the shadows. "... It is me, even though you would rather it were me."
Luke Fanxia looked at his brother in the crystal ball and hesitated for a moment before speaking again: "Don't worry, this is definitely me. He will be safe."
"You know," Tirian sighed heavily, "this is not yet a crazy ghost that has been completely twisted by the warp. You will lose your weight..."
Luke Fanxia shook his head with expression: "Yes, you mean, this must be the father. I saw him transform the Sea Mist into a small iron lump. He will definitely be more cruel than half a century later."
Tirian was stunned for a moment, then his eyes widened: "What do you mean by that? That's an ineffective modernization! Steam boilers and rapid-fire cannons are useless! And he has the nerve to say that to you - at least you still kept a part of it. His ship is still as bright as it was in the past without even a deck..."
The crystal ball went out.
Lukechancia breathed a sigh of relief and stood up from her chair.
My brother is still very good. He becomes full of energy after a little stimulation and he still maintains a strong curiosity about modern things. That's good.
In the long eternal life, what we fear most is not the decline of the spirit or the decay of the soul.
A series of heavy footsteps came from the darkness, accompanied by the friction sound of mechanical mechanisms and clockwork devices. Luke Fanxia looked in the direction of the sound and saw a clockwork puppet without male appearance walking towards her. This puppet looked not 80% similar to her, but its body was covered with obvious rivets and mechanical joints. Rick, who was mainly made of steel and ceramics, was made into a servant's skirt. In the dim light, he looked a little weird and scary.
The puppet walked along, and the clockwork device in front of it kept making faint clicking sounds. After you came to Lukefancia, you offered the black tea in your hand. The jointed mouth made a clicking sound, and a slightly stiff and lively male voice uttered: "Master, please have some tea."
"Thank you," Lu Hongbinjia took the teacup and asked casually, "Lu Ni, where are you now?"
The clockwork puppet named Luni replied: "The Brilliant Star has just passed the Foghorn Island and is now sailing on the edge of the Eternal Curtain. Do you want to enjoy the view from the window?"
"... Open the dome," Luke Fanxia took a sip of black tea and put the cup back under the tray in Luni's hand, "It's dawn, you should get some sun."
"Yes, Master."
Luni lowered her head slightly and fell forward.
As the clockwork puppet finished speaking, the entire "divination room" suddenly shook slightly!
The creaking sounds of the mechanical devices in operation rang out continuously, and the buzzing and creaking sounds of the giant springs and magic units working together seemed to form a concerto. Driven by countless gears and slides, the walls of the room began to move upward and unfold in seven directions. The originally dimly lit room was instantly illuminated by the sunlight - in the sunlight, the whole room quickly bloomed like a mechanical flower, and finally blossomed into a stage-like appearance.
Outside was the lower deck of the Brilliant Star. The room where the "sea wizard" Luke Fancia lived blossomed into a low-rise stage at the rear end of the deck. Around the blooming mechanical flower, the entire view of the Brilliant Star could be seen.
The ship was split into seven parts.
The back half of the ship had not been completely remodeled. Countless runes and magical creations covered the hull, making it look more like a giant magic machine than a ship. Various exotic materials collected from border areas or the sea were used to reconstruct the deck structure of the ship, making everything in sight faintly grotesque and psychedelic, as if a never-ending magic ritual was running between these dense arrays and crystals;
The front half of the ship, however, was completely different. Outside, half of the ship was half-lit like a ghost. A veil that seemed real and illusory covered the stern of the Brilliant Star. In the floating phantom light, it was vaguely visible that this part of the structure still retained the original appearance of the ship.
A sailing warship built a century later, vaguely similar in style to the HMS Lost.
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