Deep Sea Embers

Chapter 467 Convocation

"This is the situation. Vanna, what do you think of this?"

On the deck of the Lost Home, Duncan said to Vanna, who was holding a carved sea breath wood amulet.

Vanna was stunned for a while as she listened to Duncan relay the current problems encountered by the White Oak and the captain's plans for the future. It took a long time to react. She threw the newly carved amulet into the barrel and raised her head: "You You mean, as a saint, I guarantee the White Oak, and then as an inquisitor, I issue a pass that allows the mutated ship to return to its legal status?"

"The process seems feasible," Duncan said with a serious face, "After all, you are indeed a saint of the Storm Goddess - and you are also the inquisitor of Plande."

"But my position as judge has been removed..."

Duncan waved his hand: "Isn't this arranged by your Pope in private? Your official status in public has not changed."

Fanna was stunned again - this straightforward lady seemed a little uncomfortable with Duncan's way of thinking. The matter of "exploiting loopholes in the rules" was a brand new thing that she had never considered in her years as an inquisitor. She Instinctively, I felt something was wrong, but I couldn't explain it, so I could only hesitate to say: "The process...I don't know if the process is right, but..."

Duncan interrupted Vanna's hesitation with a serious look on his face: "The White Oak needs to return to its legal identity, and the lost fleet needs to re-contact with the civilized world. You don't want us to be a shadow that envelopes the world forever - letting the world once threaten It is a good thing that the lost fleet is harmless, and as a saint of the Storm Goddess, you should take the initiative to promote this matter, what do you think?”

Vanna froze for a moment and fell into thinking with a calm face. After a long time, she raised her head and looked into Duncan's eyes: "Your tone is just like when you usually fool Alice."

"You're not Alice—Alice believed me the first time I said it."

Fanna: "..."

"But the truth is the same. The White Oak really needs your help now," Duncan continued calmly, "and from a practical point of view, having one more controllable and powerful extraordinary expedition ship is not a problem for the city-states. A bad thing—better than actually having the ship become a wandering shadow on the endless sea.”

"I……"

Vanna opened her mouth, as if she was about to say something, but at this moment, an illusory and distant bell suddenly sounded in her mind, interrupting her movements.

She raised her head and subconsciously listened to the direction from which the bell was coming. Listening to the special rhythm of the bell seemed to echo in her soul, and Duncan's concerned voice seemed to come from the other side of the heavy curtain: "What's going on?" matter?"

"Xunzhong... The cathedral is summoning saints from all over the world, it seems to be news about the tomb of the unknown king..." Fanna muttered to herself in a daze, with a hint of disbelief in her tone, "Why can I still hear this? call……"

Duncan raised his eyebrows: "Is this strange? You are still a saint of the Deep Sea Church."

"But I thought..." Fanna frowned, "I thought they wouldn't call me again after boarding the Lost Home."

Duncan's eyes trembled, and he heard the tone of "getting on the pirate ship" from the other party's tone, but he quickly concealed the change in his expression and said calmly: "Don't think so much, since it's a big deal." The church calls, then go to the prayer room quickly. If you have a chance to see Pope Helena, ask her about issuing a pass for the White Oak. "

There was a hint of weirdness in Vanna's expression, but she controlled the urge to question this time. Listening to the bell in her mind ringing over and over again, she nodded quickly to Duncan and turned towards the cabin. Walk away.

There are many empty cabins on the Lost Home, and with the permission of the captain, she has transformed one of the cabins into a prayer room - although it has not been tried before, in theory it should be possible to respond to psychic communications through that cabin , go to the "Rally Ground".

Vanna left, and it wasn't until her figure disappeared behind the cabin door that Duncan withdrew his gaze.

He looked at the direction where Vanna disappeared, then turned his head and glanced at Alice who was following him back to the Lost Home. At this time, Alice was dragging a large bucket not far away to wash the deck. After a long time, she sighed softly: " Hey...it’s much harder to fool.”

After sighing, he bent down and picked up the Sea Breath Wood Talisman that Vanna had just carved from the wooden barrel on the side.

The amulet wasn't too exquisite, but it was obviously thoughtful. Duncan stood on the edge of the deck, playing with the small piece of wood at will, while waiting for Vanna to come back.

In theory, this shouldn't take long.

While waiting idlely, he was also slowly sorting out the information during this period, especially the information he had just obtained on the White Oak.

The huge shadow under the deep sea, the "hybrid" named Martha, and... the changes that happened to that hybrid.

The scene of the fluctuating shadow re-condensing and stabilizing into "Martha" emerged in Duncan's mind, and... before that scene appeared, he had the vision of the "fish" in front of him.

He turned his head and looked at the slightly undulating sea in the distance.

The sea is deep and the waves are like curtains.

The sea surface seemed to be a curtain covering up all the secrets, blocking the truth under the sea surface. When the fishing rod was thrown out, no one knew what would take the bait.

And what he caught originally was "fish".

Duncan's eyes slowly gained a hint of solemnity. He lowered his head and glanced at the wave talisman in his hand. After a slight hesitation, he threw the talisman back into the barrel and picked up an uncarved piece from the side. A piece of wood that looks unremarkable.

He looked at the piece of wood very seriously, and after a long time he said in a slow and serious tone: "This is a piece of bread."

The wood is still wood, nothing has changed.

Duncan stared at the wood piece for a long time, twitched the corner of his mouth, raised his head to make sure there was no one around, and threw the wood piece back to where it was.

"It seems it's not that simple...so what exactly is the principle..."

…

At the same time, in a private cabin below the deck of the Lost Home, Vanna had quickly arranged the "venue" for the ceremony.

She locked the cabin door and turned to look at the ritual venue she had arranged.

Under normal circumstances, if you want to respond to the rally call, you must use the specially built "Tide Chamber" in the church to construct a psychic channel, but this is obviously not realistic on a ship with limited conditions - she can only place it on the ground nearby. He placed his commonly used prayer book as the anchor of the "holy place", and lit a large candlestick in the center of the room to serve as a brazier for the ceremony. Then he found the holy oil and essence purchased from the city-state to serve as "enhancing the effect of the ceremony" "Sacrifice", barely enough elements to open the psychic channel.

To be honest, the conditions were very adequate, even a little disrespectful to the goddess - but there was no better substitute.

The bell in her mind continued to ring, echoing over and over again like an urging, as if the bell would keep ringing as long as she didn't respond.

"... I hope the goddess won't blame... If I had known earlier, I should have at least prepared some better quality holy oil."

Vanna murmured, and finally made up her mind, taking out the holy oil and essence and dripping them into the candlestick.

Amidst the sudden rising flames, she took a breath and calmed down...

As if the eternal dark sky enveloped the huge assembly hall, chaotic light streams emerged and wandered on the tops of countless simple and solemn columns. In the dilapidated square between the columns, hazy figures were emerging one after another.

After all the figures were in place, Vanna's soul projection came belatedly.

The slight dizziness and sensory deprivation made her stand there for a few seconds. After initially adapting, she lowered her head to confirm her status and the outlines of the figures around her.

"It turned out to be quite smooth..."

She muttered a little surprised.

Instead of going through the Tide Chamber, she used the limited temporary altar on the Lost Home and the candles that served as ceremonial braziers to perform the ritual. She originally didn't have high hopes for the success rate of this set of operations, but she didn't expect it to happen once. It worked.

A figure approached from the side, interrupting Vanna's thinking.

She raised her head, and from the familiar outline and breath, she identified the owner of the figure - Bishop Valentine, whom she had not seen for a long time.

"Fanna, you're finally here!" The old bishop's voice contained a hint of joy at reunion after a long absence, "I didn't expect you to really come..."

"I... didn't expect it either," Fanna said with a hint of embarrassment in her tone, "Has everyone been waiting for a long time? My conditions are limited, so I prepared the ceremony in a hurry, and it took a long time..."

"It doesn't matter. For some reason His Majesty the Pope came very late today and hasn't arrived yet," Valentine said immediately, then he came closer and lowered his voice, "Where are you now? Are you still on the 'ship'?"

"...Well, on the 'ship', I just left Hanshuang," Vanna glanced around and then lowered her voice, "I was talking to the 'captain' more than ten minutes ago."

"...Did he really let you build a prayer room on the ship?" Bishop Valentine's tone was full of disbelief, "And you can even open a spiritual channel from the ship? You have found a powerful force. Holy object?”

"It's just a simple ritual venue," Fanna said with a bit of embarrassment in her tone, "I didn't expect it to be successful..."

"A simple ceremonial venue?" Valentine asked doubtfully, but then, a roar from the center of the square interrupted what he wanted to say.

Accompanied by the loud noise, the simple and solemn Tomb of the Unknown King slowly rose to the ground from the center of the square. The saints gathered in various parts of the assembly venue also fell silent, and their eyes fell on the gray-white tomb in unison. On a pyramid-shaped building.

Fanna also subconsciously looked at the building and the heavy door in front of the pyramid.

The door slowly opened, and the mausoleum guard, who was wrapped in bandages and seemed to be between life and death, stepped out.

Fanna's heart moved, and then she saw the tall guard walking straight towards her.

There was a small commotion in the assembly hall.

The third time, the tomb guard chose the same "listener" three times in a row.

However, for some reason, Vanna felt an expected...relief. She turned her head, helplessly spread her hands towards Valentine's shadow, then took a step forward, waiting for the guard to approach.

The giant between life and death strode to Vanna, his cloudy yellow eyes lowered his gaze.

"Good afternoon, please come with me."