Those messy and broken memories were like a flash of light suddenly exploding in the darkness, and the flash reflected countless shadows and shadows that had been hidden, although they were fragmented, although they were incomplete, but some kind of intuition that came up from the depths of his heart made Gawain instantly realize what it was-

That's the mysterious record of going to sea, or rather, part of the record of going to sea!

Victoria's voice faded a little ethereal, but Gawain's consciousness had already sunk into the depths of the image that had begun to dissipate.

He "saw" an unknown beach, with its rocky and desolate landscapes, with its twisting cliffs and gravel slopes stretching from afar, and on the other side, the gentle undulation of the sea, the waves crashing against the reef near the beach, the glow of the near dawn rising from the sea level, and the faint glorious sun shining on the cliffs and steep slopes, gilding the whole world.

A huge three-masted ship was parked in the distant sea, its hull wide and its shell covered with runes and mysterious lines, the mark of the storm and the sea indicating that it belonged to the Church of the Storm, and it rested smoothly on the gentle undulating sea, unable to be shaken by the small waves.

Gawain "walked" into this memory, and he found himself standing on the beach, surrounded by many shadowy figures - those figures were shrouded in a hazy black fog, and they could not see their faces clearly, they were talking about the voyage, about the weather, every voice brought a faint sense of familiarity to Gawain, but he couldn't even remember a corresponding name.

It was as if the names had been completely erased from his subconscious, and even if he recalled some fragments of memory, he could not regain them.

Memories can't be interfered with, can't be modified, and Gawain doesn't know how to make these shadowy black shadows into clear shapes, he can only follow the guidance of memory and continue to "walk" into the depths.

The time for departure seems to have arrived.

At some point, a boarding boat appeared on the beach, and Gawain boarded it with the figures covered in black fog, heading for the big ship in the distance.

The sun was gradually jumping out of the sea, the night had almost completely receded, and the scene on the sea was becoming clearer and clearer, but even so, there was a vague lantern hanging at the bow of the dinghy, and the lantern that seemed unnecessary swayed in the bow of the boat, as if to dispel some kind of darkness that did not exist—Gawain's eyes were involuntarily attracted by the vague light, and the conversation of the people around him came into his ears:

“…… This may be the last time the Stormchild sails...... Hope everything goes well......"

"It's going to go well, it has the best pilot pastors, a lot of pilot pastors, and a final blessing ......"

"But navigators can also get lost in the depths of the ocean...... Now all have lost their refuge, and the people of the sea are no exception. ”

"It's okay, there'...... Protecting the minds of pastors, and even if it's crazy...... There is also the next one to go up. ”

"What if they're all crazy?"

“…… Then we'll only have courage left......"

"Ha, that doesn't look bad."

Someone laughed heartily, with a sense of openness and vigor like waves in the laughter, and Gawain "saw" himself in his memory and laughed along, these laughing people took the boat used to board the boat, facing the dawn of the dawn, as if they were rushing to a feast worth looking forward to, but Gawain had a word in his mind: to the dead.

After a moment's pause, he realized that this word was not what he had come up with, it came from the deepest memory of Gawain Cecil, and it was the most impressive feeling of the pioneer seven hundred years ago before he got on that big ship—

Then, the picture shattered, followed by a relatively long period of darkness and an intricate chaos of light and shadow.

Gawain thought that was all he could see, but after a period of darkness, there was a follow-up to this memory-

A three-masted galleon was parked near the shoreline, and Gawain recognized it as the one he had memorized from the previous episode preparing to go to sea.

However, compared to the beautiful and spectacular appearance of the departure, the ship was now devastated—the runes protecting the hull were mostly extinguished, a mast was broken at the waist, the broken sails were dragged outboard like a shroud, and the magically blessed wooden deck and hull were filled with terrifying cracks and holes, as if the entire ship was on the verge of disintegration.

It seemed to have been subjected to more than one terrible storm that had crumbled it, and if it had not been for a very faint curtain of light hanging over the hull, blocking the raging waters and barely maintaining the hull structure, it would have disintegrated and sunk before it could have approached the shoreline.

In a flash, Gawain found himself sitting on the dinghy again, only this time, the dinghy had left the big ship and was approaching the shore.

The sun had sunk, and the bright red and dazzling sunset sun was pouring out from the side of the cliff, sprinkling on the sparkling sea, and the waves seemed to be soaked in blood, all the way to the hearts of people.

The dim lantern still hung from the bow of the ship, swaying in the setting sun, as if to dispel some kind of invisible darkness.

There were only three figures left on the dinghy except for Gawain himself, and all the other positions were ...... It's all empty.

No one spoke, the atmosphere was dull and terrifying, and as a passer-by in his memory, Gawain couldn't take the initiative to break the silence.

It wasn't until the dinghy was about to dock that a figure broke the silence with a voice: "It's almost there." ”

Someone next to him chimed in: "yes, it's almost there." ”

"There is always a time for separation," said the third figure, although the figure was hazy, but his gaze seemed to be falling on Gawain, "the situation is not bad, at least you came back alive." ”

Gawain felt his throat move, and he, overlapping with his memory, heard a familiar and unfamiliar voice coming from "himself": "You have paid a great sacrifice. ”

“…… It's to be expected. It's just that I didn't expect the ocean to be such a dangerous place when we have completely lost our protection......," said one figure, "as for our sacrifice...... Don't take it personally, the sacrifices you have made are just as great as ours. ”

Gawain Cecil's voice was low and solemn: "Hopefully it's all worth it." ”

The figure who was the first to speak before shook his head: "It's not worth it, only if we don't do it, we are small creatures, so maybe we can only do some small things, but compared with sitting still, it is always more meaningful to take some active actions." ”

A figure next to him was teasing him: "Ha, 'philosopher', you are forcing such deep words again!" ”

However, the black shadow, nicknamed "The Philosopher", who was teased, did not speak again, and seemed to have fallen into thought.

After a period of silence, in which the dinghy finally came ashore, and the four of them jumped onto land, leaving each other speechless for a moment.

This time it was Gawain Cecil who broke the silence first: "What will it be like after that, have you thought about it?" ”

"I can't think of it yet," a figure said, shaking its head, "...... It's already scattered, at least ...... Back...... Compatriots are ......"

The sounds and images in his memory suddenly became choppy, and the light around him flickered and dimmed, and Gawain knew that this fragmented memory had finally come to an end, and he struggled to concentrate, distinguishing every syllable he could hear, and he heard a faint sound coming from the small sound of the waves:

"That wall can still last for hundreds or even thousands of years...... Perhaps before then, our descendants will develop, and what bothers us today will not necessarily bother them. ”

This is the voice of Gawain Cecil.

And then there are the voices that are inexplicably familiar and can't remember the name:

"I hope so......"

"It's time to say goodbye, I always feel like I should say something, but I can't think of what to say."

"Then don't talk about it, anyway...... After a while, everyone forgot about it. ”

"Yes, then I wish you all a safe road......"

All the voices were gone, the faint voices, the sound of the waves, the sound of the wind in his ears, all gradually fell silent, and in the rapidly jumping and darkening vision, Gawain saw only a few vague and incoherent images:

The dinghy with the lantern was back on the surface and headed for the big ship in the distance.

The two remaining masts of the ship hoisted their sails and turned slowly, towards the blood-colored sea, fading away into darkness.

Gawain Cecil turned, walking heavily and slowly towards the land.

In that direction, it seems that someone has already come to answer it.

This is the end of this well-up memory.

……

Gawain took a light breath and returned to consciousness, he was still sitting in the magic car, already close to the center of Cecil, and on the opposite seat sat Victoria, who seemed to be faintly worried.

Gawain frowned, the images and sounds still lingering clearly in his mind—just now, he had entered a strange and wonderful state, the memories that had come out of him had swallowed his consciousness like a semi-lucid dream, he seemed to be immersed in an immersive scene, but he had not completely lost touch with the real world—he knew that he should have only been in the real world for less than a minute, but this minute of sluggishness had already caught Victoria's attention.

Finding Gawain coming back to his senses, Victoria couldn't help but say, "Your Majesty, are you okay?" ”

Amber's figure immediately appeared on the seat next to Gawain: "Don't worry, it's okay, he does this occasionally." ”

Then she looked at Gawain and asked, "Are you alright?" ”

"I suddenly remembered something...... "Gawain waved his hand to show that he was okay, and then said slowly, "Amber, do you remember that I mentioned to you that I once went to sea, but I forgot all the details. ”

"Ah, remember," Amber blinked, "I've helped you look into the case file - but I haven't found anything." Seven hundred years ago, and probably a secret operation, leaving no trace. ”

"I just remembered something." Gawain said, his gaze swept over Victoria.

"The outlet to the sea you just mentioned, the location of the Principality of the Holy Dragon bordering the northeast of Cecil...... It's called Dragon Fjord. ”

"It does have such a name—from the name of the Principality of the Holy Dragon."

"I was ...... That's where you go out to sea," Gawain exhaled, his brow furrowed, "I'm going out with the Stormchildren." ”

This time, even Victoria's usual iceberg mentality was difficult to maintain, and even exclaimed: "What?!" Children of the Storm?! ”

"Strictly speaking, the Stormchildren who haven't fallen into darkness yet," Gawain said slowly, "and I suspect they're the last of them...... As far back as I can remember, they were already fighting madness when they sailed with me. ”

According to the information currently available, the three dark sects should have three stages of mental state in the process of facing the gods and falling into darkness:

During the ritual at the Ancestral Peak, the three sect leaders were awake before they came into contact with the knowledge of the gods and brought madness back to the human world.

After the ritual was carried out, the three major sects were tainted by the knowledge of the gods, and the members either rushed into the Gondor wasteland or fled and disappeared, during which time they went crazy, a process that probably lasted for years or more.

After a period of madness, some members of the three major sects seem to have regained their "sanity" and reunited their compatriots, completely converted to the dark sect, and began to carry out those "plans" in extreme paranoia, a process that continues to this day.

According to Gawain's judgment, the figures he remembered traveling with him were all Stormchildren—as evidenced by the details of the ship and the men's conversations, and their state ...... It should be a shift from the first stage to the second stage.

They are gradually being polluted by the knowledge of the gods, and they are gradually going crazy.

The process was supposed to be very quick, and it only took a moment for many disciples to go from the first stage to the second stage, but those who traveled with Gawain, they seemed to hold on much longer.

Something sheltered their minds and helped them fight madness for a while.

Suddenly, the dimly lit lantern hanging from the bow of the ship flashed through Gawain's mind.