Morris left, with a strange look and a hundred-year-old cannonball.

Duncan stood at the counter and watched the old gentleman's back as he left, smiling with pleasure.

“…… You really gave the cannonball to Mr. Morris. Alice muttered to herself.

"Really give the cannonball to Mr. Morris......" Nina muttered.

"I don't like shells," Alice whispered, "especially not in it." ”

Nina asked curiously, "Why?" ”

Alice looked serious: "Because the captain once gave me eight cannonballs......"

"Don't talk about it," Duncan's voice suddenly came from the side, and he glanced helplessly at Alice, who was resentful, and Nina, who was obviously curious next to her, "Where has Shirley gone?" ”

"She said she was dizzy from the alphabet and wanted to go out and get some fresh air," Nina stuck out her tongue, "but I guess she must have run to the next block by now." ”

"Unexpectedly," Duncan sighed, "with Shirley's level of education and personal cultivation, it's remarkable that she's able to insist on not swearing in front of me every day......"

In his exclamation, he turned his head to look out the window, and through the clear shop window, the everyday, calm street scene of Poland came into view.

The road was bustling with pedestrians, citizens were busy going about their lives, and nothing happened in the lower town today—the brief glitch of Vision 001, the barely visible defects in the rings of the sun's runes, the forgotten deep dives of the far north, a mysterious symbol left behind by the Old Kingdom of Crete...... All of this seems to be a long way from this sunlit neighborhood.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, and after a long time, he muttered softly as if talking to himself: "Tirion is really going back early......

……

In the southeastern port of the city-state, the massive steel battleship Sea Mist is ready to set sail.

After a few days of "self-cultivation", the battleship that had been battered by the Lost Land had now recovered for the most part, and the many wounds and cracks on its armor belt and deck had now healed completely, and there was not even the slightest sign of damage, while the undead sailors were busy going back and forth between the trestle and the battleship, carrying supplies and parting gifts generously provided by Poland onto the ship.

The tall Vanna came to the docks to personally bid farewell to the captain of the Sea Mist.

"We didn't expect you to leave so soon," said Vanna, "but the archbishop was ready to be a guest of the Sea Mist for at least two weeks. ”

"Actually, I thought I'd be here for a long time—but something happened," Tirion rubbed his forehead slightly, "There's something going on in the north that I'll have to go back and deal with." ”

It seemed like it was just a pretext, but Vanna wasn't interested in listening to what others didn't want to say, she just looked at Tirian with some concern, and her brow furrowed slightly, "Forgive me for taking the liberty of it...... Mr. Captain, is your face puffy? ”

"A small accident, a small accident." Tirion waved his hand at once, saying that it had been another day of recovery, and if he had been seen by the Inquisitor yesterday, he really didn't know how to explain his whole circle of heads.

Immediately afterward, as if to prevent the embarrassment from continuing, he hastened to change the subject: "It was a very pleasant day to be a guest at Prand, and thank you for the gift. ”

"If you like it," Vana smiled and nodded, then looked up with some curiosity, looking at the towering side of the Sea Mist and the main gun emplacements that could be seen from the side, "I've heard of it, but it's still incredible to see it with my own eyes...... Is this ship really 'healing' like this, and even the main guns that have been completely erased have ...... 'grow back'? ”

Tirion glanced back at his ship, his gaze falling on the three new guns, which had clearly just been restored, and now seemed to be slightly smaller than the others, with a smile of pride on his face: "The Sea Mist knows what it should look like, and it always tends to put itself in the best possible condition - but those main guns are not very useful right now, they are still small, and it will be a few more days before they can fire full-charge standard-caliber shells like the other main guns." ”

Vanna was stunned, always feeling that there was something wrong with the smile on the other party's face when he looked at the main gun on her ship and the tone of his voice, but she couldn't tell what was wrong......

Luckily, she's not one to dwell on such details.

At 3:20 p.m., with a melodious whistle, the towering steel battleship at the bow slowly accelerated and left the city-state.

Vanna stood on the dock and watched the battleship gradually turn into an inconspicuous black shadow on the sea level before exhaling softly, turning around and boarding the black steam car that had been waiting for a long time.

The subordinate in charge of driving the car raised his head and glanced at the inquisitor with a tired look on his face through the rearview mirror: "You seem to be tired?" ”

"One thing after another, paperwork is far more strenuous than fighting heretics with a great sword," Fanna moved her shoulders and neck and leaned back in the back seat very unfiguratively, "and has been suffering from insomnia lately. ”

There was a low vibration and roar from the core of the steam, the gears and connecting rods were running briskly, and the subordinates listened to their commander's complaints, and couldn't help but smile on their faces: "But at least the city-state has been peaceful lately - no heresy, no monsters, no unfortunate people trapped in the night, and the guardians of the night have not encountered the distortion of the night for days...... There's always a sunny day after a storm, isn't it? ”

Vanna listened to the emotion of her subordinates, and after a while, she slowly said: "Indeed, the nights have been calmer than ever before, and even in the lower city and sewers, where darkness is most common, there is no longer any noise. ”

"Isn't that a good thing?"

“…… Of course, it's a good thing," Vanna whispered, then adjusted her position in her chair and closed her eyes, "I'll take a nap and wake me up at the cathedral." ”

"Yes."

By the time her subordinates responded, Vanna felt herself in a groggy and light sleep, and the sound of the car's machinery and the sound outside the windows were fading away.

She was indeed sleepy, she hadn't had a good rest in days.

Order had been fully restored to the city-state, all the aftermath had been brought to an orderly end, paperwork had been completed, and the report to the cathedral and the various contacts with the town hall had gone without problems—and behind this "everything went well" was the exhaustion of the past few days.

After seeing off the Sea Mist's special "visitor", she was finally able to breathe a sigh of relief.

At least until the Cathedral of the Storm arrives in Purland, he should be able to rest for a few days before receiving His Holiness the Pope.

A gentle night breeze suddenly blew on his cheeks, carrying a slightly cool and fresh breath in the wind, and the sound of the waves crashing against the hull of the ship came to my ears.

Vanna's eyes snapped open.

I was in a strange room.

The sight of the classic and sophisticated furnishings, with ornate tapestries of the last century hanging on the walls, dark shelves and wine cabinets in the corners, and a thick woven carpet in the center of the room, on which are carved reception tables and chairs, on which I sit at this moment.

Vanna slammed to her feet, then arched her body slightly like a beast on the verge of battle, guarding everything around her.

The next second, she saw a window not far away - the window was open, although it was still daytime when she fell asleep, but the scenery outside the window was low at night, and the cold night breeze blew into the house through the window, and the cold and bright light permeated the windowsill, and in the light, she could faintly see the undulating sea in the distance, and the sparkling floodlight on the sea.

It was as bright as mercury.

Vanna's gaze involuntarily fell out of the window, and then, as if she had suddenly noticed something, she rushed to the window and looked up at the sky outside the window.

One...... Something she couldn't understand was there.

It was a glowing round object, which looked like the main body in the middle of the sun, but it was neither dazzling nor scorching, but hung quietly in the sky like a cool glowing disc, and some textures could be faintly visible on its surface—the whole luminous object seemed to exude a strange atmosphere of tranquility.

Vanna looked at the strange light body in a daze, and at this moment, she felt as if her thoughts had fallen into a state of tranquility with that clear light, and this state of blank mind lasted for an unknown amount of time, and she thought sluggishly—what was that?

Is that the cooling sun?

Where did the creation of the world go?

Then she withdrew her gaze and looked at the strange room again.

Where is this again?

Outside is the undulating sea, surrounded by unfamiliar rooms, and outside the window is the eerie sky, eerie celestial bodies...... When you think about what you've been going through these days, the answer doesn't seem to be hard to guess.

But this time it seems to be different from the previous ones, this time ...... She didn't see the terrible ghost captain.

Vanna thought so, but as if in response to her thought, the next second, she suddenly felt a breath approaching.

"Knock knock."

There was a knock on the door.

(End of chapter)