Deep Sea Embers

Chapter 279 Agreement reached

Compared to Vanna's helplessness at the moment, Pope Helena's attitude was always indifferent. She had a smile on her face, and she even seemed a little happy in that smile.

However, Fanna was not happy at all - nor was she "reasonable" at all!

"I think this incident is too sudden," the young Miss Inquisitor racked her brains. She had no idea why the topic suddenly turned to this evil direction, and she was trying her best to make her logic catch up too quickly. "I understand the need to establish communication with the Lost Home, but I think this should be done step by step, and

If it's just for communication, we already have communication channels now, that Captain Duncan..."

"He will visit you in dreams or talk to you through the mirror, right?" Helena interrupted Vanna with a gentle voice, "I know, you mentioned it in the report."

"That……"

"That's not enough," Helena smiled and shook her head, "That's just a 'conversation', a private conversation between Captain Duncan and you. Such a communication channel is neither special nor binding. It is far from being called a conversation." This is the official channel between the Deep Sea Church and the Lost Home, Vanna, you should understand the difference."

Vanna's lips moved a few times, and thousands of words surged in her throat, but in the end nothing came out.

She has confirmed that this is not a joke, nor is it a whim arrangement of the "Spokesperson of God" in front of her. From Helena's attitude and eyes, Fanna noticed something thoughtful and... something she still has for the time being. Emotions that are incomprehensible.

After a while, I suddenly asked: "The goddess's will?"

"You can't understand that - maybe that would make you feel better."

The mirror seemed to turn into a vortex in the field of vision. The starlight giant in the mirror completely lost its form. All Helena saw was endless starlight. The fragmented light and shadow exploded in her mind, but the next second, another There were gentle waves in her mind, reshaping her thoughts that were on the verge of disintegration.

"Let's go take a rest first," Fanna nodded lightly, "There are still many things to do tomorrow."

"You pay close attention to me and have helped me. Judging from your intentions, I am also very interested in today's civilized world," Helena said. "You have regained your reason and humanity, and then you have The need to reestablish contact with the civilized world, in my opinion, Duncan is very suitable for that role - or will you trust the "familiar messenger" carefully selected by the Deep Sea Church? "

Helena raised her gaze and stared at Vanna's figure in the mirror.

"Many shadows are approaching our real dimension. The abnormality of Vision 001 may be just the beginning. The sabotage of the Missionaries of the End in Purland may also be just a part of another big conspiracy. In the north, some city-states are reporting The disturbing news is that at the border, this curtain is becoming more and more unstable. Within the borders of civilization, border collapse is occurring more and more frequently. Among all those changes, the Lost Home may be the only one. There is hope for communication through rational means.

After a long time, I withdrew my gaze.

Vanna frowned: "So, we confidently arranged for Duncan to be the bridge - it's a good idea, but how do you know he will agree?"

Fanna lowered her head to accept the order again, then turned and left the room.

She tried to speak in a dignified manner, trying to make the matter seem businesslike.

"I understand," Helena nodded slowly, "Then, the agreement is reached."

The creeping starlight in the mirror overflowed, and a flowing light and shadow extended in the air, stirring, slowly swinging in front of Helena, as if observing prey, and as if sniffing the breath in the room. This creeping The light and shadow formed by the changing starlight came less than half a meter behind Duan Leping's face, and its tiny light spots seemed to be filled with countless eyes.

Helena didn't look back. Even when she heard the sound of music playing in front of her, she still stared out the window quietly: "Ah, you are indeed watching."

Helena was silent for a few seconds, and finally turned around slowly, staring at the mirror with green flames floating in it.

But in fact, I was very happy.

The Church of the Deep Sea needs a formal communication channel to understand the intentions of the Lost Home, which can alleviate our uneasiness. The Lost Home also needs a bridge to communicate with the church forces in the civilized world, which will help our future activities. It's something that everyone is happy with.

"I can hear your voice. Your voice is full of fierce rationality. She suspects that you have not regained your humanity. That humanity is not a clear proof that you stand in the camp of civilized order."

Fanna carefully observed the expression on Helena's face through the mirror, trying to analyze the deep-sea Pope's true intentions from the details of his words and deeds. In the end, she found that there was only calmness and candor in his eyes.

"Indeed, Duncan is at least an acquaintance of mine. From our point of view, sending him here can ensure the safety of the courier to the greatest extent," Fanna said slowly, "But even so, you really don't worry about sending Duncan here." Will his actions aboard the Lost Home be a disaster? Given the bad reputation my ship and I have in the civilized world, it would seem more reasonable for his actions to be publicized and viewed as a bloody sacrifice."

From a long time ago, I have been thinking about Duncan's connection with the Homeless Ship. At that time, I was planning how to trick the high-ranking cleric into being a thug on the ship, but I couldn't find the right opportunity or reason. When I thought of this opportunity, it just fell from the sky.

In front of the full-length mirror in the corner of the room, the flames on several candlesticks suddenly turned dark green, and the faint firelight illuminated the mirror. There was a deep darkness in the mirror, and among the illusory flames that spread rapidly, Duncan's figure emerged from this dark depth. Chu walked out and looked at Helena standing in the room quietly.

"There's nothing you can do about it, your calculations are so loud that the beads are jumping on your face."

...What is an abacus? "

"So, that matter will not be made public. After all, except for the Plander people, most people in the world are still unable to talk about the Lost Home without any hesitation. Duncan will become a secret envoy. The people who know about it will be limited to the top leaders of the Deep Sea Church and a small number of city-state leaders - or those who know the situation when the situation requires it."

"As for what you said about 'a sheep entering a tiger's mouth, I'm not worried.'" The trembling and distorted bright stars filled her vision.

"Fana Abnomar, the captain of the Lost Home," Vanna said casually, "She likes frank communication, so let you be honest - what is your purpose, or what exactly does the Church of the Deep want to do? ?”

Helena wisely did not pursue the question. She still did not look back, and suppressed all her emotional changes. Her tone remained unchanged: "Although you shouldn't need it, I still want to introduce myself - —Helena, a servant of the Storm Goddess Gmorna, is pleased to speak with you.”

The indescribable flowing starlight is constantly stirring on the surface of the mirror, showing a sense of expansion, contraction and creeping as if trying to break away from this strong layer of glass. Fine white cracks spread from the edge of the mirror, filling the entire room with a low and chaotic roar. The sound filled the mind, and every roar seemed to be mixed with infinite knowledge from the subspace.

"The agreement is reached. People will leave a place for Vanna on the Lost Home. But correspondingly, arriving on the Lost Home means becoming your crew member. She will act in accordance with the rules, and her priority will even be higher than hers. I hope you understand this about your identity in the church.”

Seeing the tall figure of the young judge disappear through the door, Helena took a long time to look away. Then she suddenly smiled and shook her head helplessly: "This kid didn't even ask him what he planned to do. You were sent to this ship and you pretended to be calm..."

Anyway, especially if you talk to people in that world, they will just make up random thoughts.

"You are friendly and reliable. My gods have given guidance, and I believe in my gods unconditionally. They ordered me to cooperate with you, so I acted like this."

A calm and majestic voice sounded from the side at this moment, mixed with the crackling sound of jumping flames: "I'm also very curious about how you plan to send her to the Lost Home."

"We hope to establish stable and effective communication with you, just as you want to know about the Church of the Deep Sea

For the purpose, we also want to know about the Lost Home Number. In this case, why not build a bridge? "

"I understand," Fanna took a breath and finally calmed down her emotions completely. He returned to his usual serious appearance and lowered his head seriously, "Then you will obey that arrangement."

"We are just focusing on maintaining the order of the civilized world and responding to all the disturbing changes in the world," Helena replied lightly, "I should have heard what you said to Duncan just now, that world is happening Something changed - actually, the situation was far more serious than what he told you.

"This is a subspace joke." Fanna said seriously. After such a long time, I have long been accustomed to the rhythm of often making nonsense when talking to people. Observing other people's confused reactions is my greatest achievement in that process. happiness, and as for how the other party thought about it later