Bishop Valentine put away the piece of paper with the strange insignia.

"None of us know this pattern, it's probably from a fairly old age, or from a secret order that has never been exposed to the public," the old bishop said as he put away the paper, "and I'll probably find it in the archives, and I'll be reaching out to some friends in academia to see if they know it." ”

Vanna's gaze returned to Tirien, and she looked curiously at the "pirate captain" in front of her, "Was there anything unusual about your father before he had a secret conversation with those weird 'ascetics'?" For example, suddenly obtained a mysterious text, or explored some secret place? ”

"It's hard to say," Tyrion shook his head, "you should know that a century ago, he was one of the world's most eminent explorers, and dealing with all sorts of strange relics or secret realms was his daily job—he was exposed to the things you just mentioned almost all day, and Lucrecia and I were only just starting to help my father with some things, and we didn't have much opportunity to learn more about his 'collection', and ......"

Tirion paused, then sighed softly.

"And Lucrecia and I didn't think about what would happen at the time, those strange 'visitors' were a little weird, but my father himself often received all kinds of strange 'guests', and by the time we noticed that my father's state was getting more and more wrong, nearly a year had passed since that 'secret conversation', and there was nothing to investigate again."

Vanna nodded slightly, and just then, a loud bell and whistle suddenly came from outside the window, interrupting the conversation in the living room.

"The twilight bell is ringing," Bishop Valentine looked up at the window, and saw that the sun, bound by double runes, had sunk into the sea, and the shadow of the creation of the world could be faintly seen in the sky, "Let's stop here today." ”

Then he withdrew his gaze and nodded to Tyrion, "If you don't mind, you can rest in the cathedral tonight, we have prepared dinner and undisturbed rooms for our guests." ”

"Thank you very much," Tirion agreed, and then added, "I'm going to stay in this city-state for a few more days—I lived here briefly a hundred years ago, and I'm still interested in how it changes. ”

"Of course," Valentine smiled, "the Sea Mist is already a friend of Purand, and we're always ready for friends - you can stay here as long as you want." ”

Vanna got up from the couch and nodded to Tyrion, "I'll take you to the room." ”

After this special meeting, Tirion left the parlor with Vanna, and joined the sailors who were resting in a nearby room, and the group made their way to the depths of the cathedral.

"I didn't expect Your Excellency Inquisitor to lead the way himself," Tirion said casually on the way to the room, "That's quite an honor for a 'pirate'. ”

"Is it just a 'pirate'?" Vanna turned her head slightly, with a smile on her face, "Your Excellency's identity is not so ordinary—the son of Duncan, the general of the Queen of Frost, the commander of the Sea Mist Fleet, if all the pirates in the Infinite Sea are like this...... Then we don't need any city-state authorities. ”

"......'Pirate' is just a convenient identity, and it's convenient for me to trouble some people in the cold seas, and they like my status, which allows them to issue more wanted warrants to pretend that they are still useful," Tirion said lightly, "But what you just mentioned is also in the past, Your Excellency Inquisitor." ”

After a brief pause, Tirion continued, "I've never revealed so much about 'him' to outsiders, and I hope you understand that. ”

"Of course," Vanna nodded slightly, "I wouldn't be willing to confide in my family's ...... 'curse' if I were in my position, sorry, I can't think of any other words." ”

"It's okay, it's a curse," Tirion sighed, "If it weren't for the weird and bizarre situation that happened to Purland, and the fact that you mentioned 'his' anomaly earlier, there are some things I really don't want to recall." ”

As he spoke, his gaze inadvertently swept over Vanna's eyes, and the next second, he involuntarily lowered his gaze.

The pressure of recklessness reappeared, and it was more pronounced than it had been felt on the docks.

Considering the young Inquisitor's recent experience of interacting with "that man" several times, Tierry was relieved to have some terrible conjectures about the indescribable pressure.

Vanna noticed the other's oddity.

"You look a little reserved, Captain Tirien," she asked directly, "I'm making you nervous?" ”

"No, Your Excellency Inquisitor," Tirion shook his head, then hesitated a little, "I just suddenly thought of what you just mentioned, you said that you communicated with my father several times...... Did he give you some more than just communication...... Something else, say, power? ”

Vanna's footsteps suddenly stopped.

"Why do you ask this?"

"I didn't mean anything else," Tyrion explained as he suddenly realized that his question might be a bit of a shock to a devout and determined saint, "I just wanted to remind you, my father...... The power he brought back from the subspace was very strange and difficult to eliminate, and like other chaotic erosions from the subspace, it was extremely polluting, if you accidentally contaminated it too deeply......"

"Thanks for the reminder." Vanna took a deep breath and thanked her sincerely.

But in fact, she thought to herself that the other party's reminder might be a little late—Captain Duncan's influence was more serious than anyone expected, and now she could only hope that the captain would really knock on the door the next time he came to look for her......

Tyrion didn't know what was going on in the Inquisitor's mind, but it felt awkward, but it didn't last long—Vanna broke the silence.

"There's one thing I'm curious about," she asked suddenly, "about that 'countdown' that your father mentioned before he went crazy...... Do you know more information? Did he mention any other details? ”

When she asked this question, what Fanna remembered in her heart was the previous communication she had with the storm goddess Grimona, and the incomprehensible words that the goddess conveyed to her—

Time is limited and is about to be critical.

This sentence, which she couldn't understand at the time, now sounds inextricably linked to the "countdown" that Tirien mentioned!

Tirien met Vanna's gaze.

After a few seconds of silence, he spoke in a deep voice: "In his last days, he suddenly said something to Lucrecia, and he said—'Our world is just a bunch of embers that are fading out.'" ”

The hallway came to an end.

"Thank you for leading the way," Tirion nodded to Vanna, "I'd like to spend some time with my men." ”

Vanna woke up from her thoughts, her mind still echoing what Tirian had just said, and nodded subconsciously to say goodbye to the great pirate.

The door to the guest room closed, and it was only after the surroundings had quieted down that Tirion was truly relieved.

He recalled the last conversation he had had with the young inquisitor, the kind of pressure he had felt in the other person, a belated palpitation that had only then permeated.

In a trance, he recalled the last moment he made eye contact with the Inquisitor......

At that moment, he felt that he was standing under the gaze of his "father"!

"Captain, are you alright?" A close sailor looked at his boss with some concern, "You've been nervous since you came ashore. ”

“…… I'm fine," Tyri steadied himself and waved his hand at his men, striding to the table not far away, "Fetch the stuff." ”

A sailor immediately stepped forward and placed a suitcase brought down from the Sea Mist on the table, and Tirion used the key to open the case, revealing its contents.

It was a complex lens installation, consisting of a number of small lenses and curved connecting rods, with a large crystal ball in the center.

"Keep an eye on the door, don't let people disturb you." Tirion instructed his men.

It was only after the sailors had left that he focused on the crystal ball, and gently pulled the angle of one of the lenses, and whispered, "Lucrecia." ”

After a long while, the lens group trembled slightly, and the crystal ball in the center began to emit a faint light, accompanied by a disturbing noise, and a blurred figure of Lucrecia appeared in the crystal ball: "I'm here." ”

"Why is it so vague?" Tirien frowned, "Where are you now?" ”

"I ...... Frontier ......" Lucrecia's voice came from the crystal ball, with a crackling distraction, but barely recognizable, "here...... Environment...... The interference gets stronger, I ...... Adjust...... Is it okay now? Can you hear me? ”

The noise finally died down, and Lucrecia's figure became clearer.

"There's a little bit of a change in the environment here, and the spirit world has a strange disturbance of the reality dimension," the voice in the crystal ball explained, "What's the matter, brother?" The Bright Star is sailing through the unstable seas, if nothing important......"

"I'm in Purand right now," Tirion gets straight to the point, "the Sea Mist has been battered in the firefight with the Lost Land, and things don't seem quite right in this city-state. ”

The figure on the other side of the crystal ball was stunned for a moment.

After a few seconds, Lucrecia's slightly nervous voice came, "Did you really meet the Lost Country?" Are you okay now? ”

“…… Frankly, he was beaten up, but it's okay now," Tirion said in a deep voice, "The problem is that ...... 'him' doesn't seem to be in the right situation." ”

"Isn't 'he' in the right situation?" Lucretia frowned, "Did you see him up close?" ”

"Hmm."

"Then ......" Lucrecia opened her mouth, seeming to hesitate, "Is it our 'father' that you see this time?" ”

“…… Not exactly. ”

(End of chapter)