Deep Sea Embers

The girl standing at the door looked to be only eleven or twelve years old at most. She was short, wearing a warm white thick coat, and her woolen hat was slightly steaming - she seemed to have run all the way over, and when she saw Morris He was still panting, but soon a bright smile broke out on his face.

"Is it Grandpa Morris? Mom asked me to bring this." She stretched out her hand and handed over a key. "It's the key to the basement. Mom said she forgot to give it to you when she left."

"Ah, thank you, little girl," Morris responded, reaching out to take the key and nodding, "Come in and warm yourself up?"

Just as the little girl was about to speak, Duncan's voice suddenly sounded from behind Morris, with a little surprise: "Annie?

Looking over the old scholar's shoulder, Duncan looked at the girl standing at the door with some surprise.

That was Anne Barbery, the daughter of Obsidian Captain Christo Barbery whom she had seen before at the gate of the cemetery. 2 Duncan already understood what had happened - he didn't know whether to describe it as a coincidence or to lament the "narrowness" of the city-state. After going around in a circle, he unexpectedly met the Obsidian Captain's daughters, Maurice and Vanna, again. It took one day to find a temporary residence that happened to be Annie's house.

Annie also saw the burly figure that suddenly appeared in front of her, and her eyes widened instantly.

The unexpected situation made the girl seem a little at a loss. She stared blankly for several seconds before she reacted belatedly and greeted awkwardly: "Ah, it's the uncle at the gate of the cemetery...you...hello" ?”

Her last greeting was obviously hesitant. She was obviously recalling her experience at the gate of the cemetery and the wonderful sight of the flames rising into the sky when Duncan left. Duncan didn't think much of it at the time, but that scene undoubtedly impressed the little girl. It left a deep impression on my mind.

Even at a young age, Anne knew that it was extraordinary power - this knowledge had already been written in the textbooks of every city-state, and was promoted to the general education of all citizens, with a superficial understanding and protection of extraordinary power. Skills are the basis for ordinary people in this world to survive safely.

But what kind of power it was, Anne couldn't tell - it wasn't mentioned in her textbooks, and the grandfather who was the caretaker of the cemetery didn't explain it to her. When she returned home and told her mother, her mother didn't tell her anything.

This seems to be a secret that children should not be exposed to.

Anne looked at Duncan standing opposite in a daze. The caretaker's grandfather's previous reminder was still in her ears, which made her instinctively uneasy. However, the burly figure suddenly stepped aside, and his voice sounded a little... Scary, but with a touch of gentleness: "Come in and take a rest, the snow is starting to fall outside again."

Anne then looked back belatedly and saw the swirling snowflakes falling from the sky again, and a few flakes followed the wind and got into her neck, making them cool.

She entered the house by mistake and looked around in confusion.

The sister with beautiful blond hair and a noble-looking temperament was also standing in the living room, right next to the dining table, casting a curious look over here.

She had taken off her veil and looked very beautiful - almost the prettiest Anne had ever seen.

"Mom said you can't disturb the tenants casually," Annie said hesitantly as she wiped the mud and snow from her boots on the floor mat in the entrance hall, "She said Grandpa Morris is a great scholar. It’s rude to cause trouble casually.”

"You're not disturbing. We just want to know about the situation in the new residence." Morris also guessed the general situation at this time and said immediately, "And it's snowing outside now. It's not safe for you to run back from the path. Here Take a rest, Fanna will take you back later."

Annie raised her head and glanced at Vanna, who was like a little giant, and nodded subconsciously.

Then she looked at Duncan and hesitated for a few seconds before speaking: "So you also need to live in a house?"

"Of course I will live in the house," Duncan laughed, and said casually while leading Annie to the sofa in the living room, "Wouldn't your mother be worried if you were running around alone outside?"

In his opinion, Annie went too far. Not only did she run to the cemetery alone in the early morning, but she also walked through the streets between blocks in such bad weather to deliver goods to new tenants who did not know the details. Key, this is very uneasy.

"Fortunately, everyone in this area knows me. Mom said that half of the people on these two streets are dad's friends." Annie didn't care at all. She sat on the sofa, put her hands on her thighs and filled out the form. Forms, and I have to go to the chapel to help when I have time. I am used to running around. "

Duncan thought for a while and asked: "Then...did you tell your mother what I told you when you went home?"

"I told her," Annie nodded, and then her face looked a little weird. "She said I was talking nonsense at first, and then I told her what the grandfather who was the caretaker of the cemetery said, and she went back to the room alone. She seemed to be crying but she told me with a smile that she would make fish steaks and sausage stew for dinner tonight because today is a day worth celebrating.”

She stopped shaking her body and looked a little confused. She looked up at Duncan and said curiously and hesitantly: "I feel... I don't quite understand."

"It doesn't matter, you will understand sooner or later," Duncan laughed, "Some things are too complicated for you now."

"Uncle, you talk like the caretaker grandpa, and he often says so," Anne muttered, then shook her head, as if she thought about it seriously, and then raised her head again, "Uncle, do you not want to be disturbed? ah?"

Duncan was curious: "Why do you say that?"

"Because you were dressed like this - and disappeared suddenly when you left, mother said it was the way of the cathedral secretaries or hermits... style, that's the word, style."

Duncan didn't know how to answer the girl's words for a while, but the latter obviously didn't wait for his answer. Anne thought about it for a while, and then suddenly said: "I won't talk nonsense with others, guard. Grandpa also reminded me to pretend that I have never met you and not to tell anyone except my mother."

Duncan burst into laughter, but before he could speak, Anne continued: "Then can I tell the caretaker grandpa? Tell him that you live in my house?"

Morris and Vanna, who came to the sofa to listen to the excitement, couldn't help but look at each other after hearing what the girl said, while Alice immediately turned her attention to Duncan.

They all felt like there was something wrong with this matter.

However, Duncan was silent for only a few seconds, then nodded gently with a smile: "Okay, I don't mind."

At the same time, near the eastern port, sample collection of the wreckage of the "Petrel" has begun.

Several light speedboats set off from the dock and cautiously approached the sea where filthy "mud" and a small amount of flames were still floating. Each boat was equipped with priests and holy objects, as well as nitrifiers for emergencies. Glycerin dynamite.

On the shore, the port garrison is also ready for docking work.

An empty warehouse was selected as a temporary transit facility. The priests and guards who came from the superior church had completed the purification and countermeasures of the entire area. The gatekeeper Agatha left a team behind before leaving. Elite confidants to prevent accidents when collecting wreckage samples.

Lister stood on the dock, looking at the situation on the sea, while several of his close subordinates were watching the progress of the salvage work.

"Is there really no problem in bringing those things to the shore?" A close confidant said with uneasiness in his tone, "Of course, I am not questioning the judgment of the gatekeeper, but those things were still moving at an alarming speed a few hours ago. Rushing towards the Frost Island, are they really dead now?"

"Ms. Agatha has repeatedly confirmed in the depths of the spiritual world that these things are no longer active," Liszt said calmly, "They can indeed be 'killed'. Judging from Ms. Agatha's attitude and Judging by the disposal plan, I think the Cathedral side may have even been exposed to something similar. "

"Something like that?

Already appeared in the city-state? "A junior officer looked surprised, "I haven't heard any news about this at all."

"If you didn't hear it, it means that this matter should not be made public. At least it has not yet been made public. The cathedral and the city hall have their own judgment." Liszt shook his head. "In any case, Ms. Agatha is worth it." Trust me, she won't risk the safety of the city. All we have to do is follow the judgment of professionals - priests know how to deal with such weird things better than soldiers."

The confidant stopped talking, but at this moment, there was another rush of footsteps, and a soldier hurriedly came to the dock.

"Sir!" The soldier trotted up to Liszt, saluted and then handed a document that had just been sent through the high-pressure air pipe to the defense commander's hand, "Order from the City Hall."

"It seems that the official order to blockade Dagger Island has arrived." Liszt said as he took the document, but when he saw the content on the document, his expression suddenly changed.

A close aide noticed: "Sir? Is there something going on?

"It is indeed an order to blockade the channel, but it is not to blockade Dagger Island." Liszt's expression was solemn, and his tone became particularly serious. "Strictly speaking, it is not just a blockade of Dagger Island - the order requires the blockade of all channels in and out of Frost, and all defenders to enter." "War preparation."

"Seal the entire Frost Island?!".

"The Sea Fog Fleet appeared in the nearby waters," Liszt took a breath, his face even gloomier and ugly than the sky at the moment, "The entire Sea Fog Fleet."