Anomaly 099 - Puppet.

This was the only thing on the parchment, the only information that Vanna had brought with her upon her return from the Tomb of the Unknown King.

The moment she saw the scribbled letters, Fanna's expression was a little glazed, and she could feel that the Bishop Valentine and several other figures beside her were also stunned, and after a short silence, the dark shadow of one of the saints suddenly spoke in a deep voice: "An existing 'anomaly' has been changed out of thin air...... And out of sight of the civilized world. ”

"It fell into the hands of the Lost Ship," the other saint nodded afterward, "it could be that ghost captain did something......"

"But what kind of change will produce such a result?" The saint who spoke before looked worried, "There is more than a few letters between the puppet coffin and the puppet...... Moreover, this change directly touched the Tomb of the Unknown King, and even caused the Tomb Keeper to suddenly summon the listeners into the tomb to convey this information......"

Several saints discussed in a solemn whisper, and their eyes finally converged on Vanna, who had gradually recovered at this moment, and with the help of Bishop Valentine, she got up and looked at the only piece of paper left in her hand: "...... I don't remember anything about what happened in the burial chamber, only that I remember walking through the burial tunnel. ”

"It's normal to forget what you've experienced in the tomb, it's your mind protecting itself, that's why you need the parchment and quill provided by the grave keeper to record useful information," Bishop Valentine said slowly, "but you only have these few words left on your parchment, and that's it...... Something wasn't quite right. ”

Vanna looked at her hands in a daze, and after a long time muttered hesitantly, "Did I tear the parchment myself......

"Theoretically, it could only be you," Bishop Valentine looked at her, "there will be no one else in the mausoleum, and the grave keeper never interferes with the listener's communication with the owner of the tomb, who will not do anything superfluous except to convey the message. ”

Vana was confused, but before she could speak, a low and solemn female voice suddenly came from the edge of the square, interrupting the conversation between the saints: "The time for the assembly to end is coming. ”

The saints suddenly stood in solemnity and looked in the direction from which the voice came, and Vana quickly gathered herself and looked at the figure at the end of the square, where a woman who seemed to be dressed in fine clothes was standing silently, watching the saints gathered.

There was no entourage next to the female figure, she stood there alone, she already exuded enough majesty and aura, her figure also showed a black silhouette like other "souls", but the black shadow was clearer and more condensed than anyone else's, even to the extent that the outline of her face could be faintly seen, and people could see that she was a graceful and luxurious woman.

Vanna bowed slightly to the figure in awe.

That is the leader of the Deep Sea Church, the Storm Goddess Grimna's representative in the human world, sitting under the papal crown of the Storm Cathedral, this charismatic transcendent being is so powerful that her soul has been qualitatively transformed, and even in this psionic assembly can vaguely appear as a "human".

You must know that even the "saints" whose strength is far superior to that of ordinary transcendents can only barely maintain the human silhouette in this assembly hall.

Vana felt the Pope's gaze fall on her.

"You've done a good job, Saint Vanna," the Pope nodded slightly, her voice majestic but gentle, soothing Vanna's slightly frustrated feelings, "It's always been uncontrollable how much information a listener can bring out of the tomb, and many times, the information that a listener brings out is not limited to parchment. ”

"What do you mean......" Vanna asked, looking up curiously, boldly.

"The less content remains on the parchment, the more dangerous the message of the owner of the tomb, and it is your spiritual warning that drives you to destroy the words you have written in the tomb in order to prevent the dangerous truths from being revealed...... This information is sufficient for the Cathedral of the Storm to use as a reference for the next course and to pray a specific prayer to our Lord for guidance. ”

Vanna listened carefully to the Pope's words, and her mind gradually calmed down.

She knew that this was not a casual relief - His Majesty the Pope would not do such a meaningless thing, and since His Majesty said so, it means that this matter has been approved by the goddess to a certain extent.

She had brought out enough valuable information from the Tomb of the Nameless King.

"Disperse first," the graceful lady whispered, "and this concludes the meeting, and the Cathedral of the Storm will carefully assess the signal from Vision 004 this time - if necessary, I will issue a decree or reconvene all the saints. ”

Vana quickly retracted, she bowed in the direction of the Pope, and then the figure gradually dissipated into this chaotic space, and the figures of other saints followed, one by one dark shadows disappeared from the square, but in the blink of an eye, silence was restored here.

In the huge assembly hall, only the quaint cracked stone bricks, the pillars supporting the Chaos Sky Dome, and the soul projection of Storm Pope Helena remained.

The Pope, who had been favored by Grimna, did not leave, and after the dissolution of the assembly, she remained silent in the square, looking motionless at the open space in the middle of the square.

After a while, Helena suddenly turned her head and looked not far away beside her—the air there rippled like water waves, and in an instant, a tall, thin figure appeared in her sight.

The tall, thin figure seemed to be dressed in a robe, and like Helena, his face was faintly recognizable—it was a man with a stern and old expression.

Immediately after, another figure appeared next to the tall and thin old man, a short and fat old man, with a vaguely recognizable face and a kind smile.

"Banster," Helena nodded at the tall, thin, stern old man, and then at the smiling and stocky old man, "Rune—what, are you free?" Wouldn't the Cult of Death and the Academy of Truth have to patrol the borders? ”

"The border has been stable recently, and there is reliable surveillance." The tall, thin, old man known as Banst said succinctly.

"We've left the task of patrolling the border to a reliable person for the time being," the short and fat old man named Rune also nodded, "This time it's mainly to come and see what's going on on your side...... It seems that the civilized world is not at peace. ”

"The last time something similar happened to the mausoleum was during the time when the Deep Sea Church was on duty," Banst said with a blank face, "It seems like a hundred years ago?" ”

"Knowingly," Helena said lightly, "the last time was a hundred years ago, of course—that time I entered the mausoleum as a listener, and I was not at the helm of the Storm Cathedral then, and I remember it very well. ”

"Yes, you went in last time, and I remember it very clearly," the short and fat old man Luen recalled with emotion, stroking his beard, "You were also 'thrown' out of the mausoleum immediately after entering, and it took a long time for you to wake up in a daze, and just like the little girl today, the parchment you brought into the tomb was only a small note, and there were only a few letters scrawled on it...... Helena, remember what message you brought out of the tomb a century ago? ”

The helmsman of the Storm Cathedral was silent for a moment before he whispered, "I remember very well - 'Vision 005-Lost'. ”

Lune nodded slightly, "That's right, you were the first to bring back the news that the Lost Country had turned into a vision...... And the letters you brought back were confirmed just a month later, when the apparition of the Lost Homeland whizzed past the edge of the Death Cult's necropolis, and the unfortunate bastard Banster watched as the convoy he had just built and didn't have time to cut the ribbon was swallowed up on the spot, leaving only the ribbon-cutting rope......"

The leader of the Cult of Death, Pope Banst gave Rune a blank look.

Helena didn't seem to hear Luen's last few words, she was just silent thoughtfully, and after a long time she slowly spoke: "Whether it's a 'puppet' or a 'puppet coffin', it's just an 'anomaly' that ranks close to the hundredth, and it is not comparable to the fifth-ranked vision. ”

"It's not comparable, but you know, it's not the message left on the slip of paper - it's the parts that don't remain, the 'truth' that can make the saint's spirit so close to collapse that it must be destroyed by instinct and buried in the tomb," the expression on Lune's face finally grew serious, "Anomaly 099's name changed from a puppet coffin to a puppet, which is nothing in itself, but the information related to it but hidden is the most fatal......

"The only speculation right now is that it has something to do with the ghost ship," Helena said, "but I turned to the Lord for enlightenment the other day......

She paused abruptly at this, then shook her head, as if she had no intention of continuing the subject.

"Why didn't Frem come?" She looked at the two figures in front of her, "Hasn't he always liked to watch the excitement too?" ”

"Frem and his Flamebearer Church are busy with important things," said the short, Chubby Lune with a smile, "The leaders of the four Orthodox churches can't all come here to join in the fun......

"Something very important?" Helena frowned, "What is he doing?" ”

"Patrolling the border." Banst said succinctly.

Helena: "......"

(End of chapter)