Aiden returned to the bridge, where Tirion was waiting for him.

"The unloading process is smooth, and it will take about an hour to transfer all the contents of the cargo hold to the port warehouse," the bald first mate reported energetically, and the strong smell of tobacco still exuded from the folds of every piece of clothing on his body, "The sailors who stayed on the island still liked the 'souvenirs' you brought back." ”

"There's going to be a party tonight, if you're interested," Tirion said casually, and then couldn't help but look at Aiden twice, frowning and shrugging his nose, "You smoked and lit all of yourself?" ”

“…… Maybe a little more," Aiden patted the tip of his nose a little awkwardly, "Tobacco from Poland always makes people ...... It's hard to put it down. ”

"Be careful, you smell like a piece of bacon now," Tirion shook his head, casually reminded, and instead of paying attention to the matter, he shifted the subject, "I've been hearing sailors talk about frost a lot lately. ”

"The news has indeed spread," Aiden's expression immediately became a little more serious when he heard the captain's words, "the resurrection of the dead, regardless of the source of this rumor, the content of the rumor is enough to cause discussion among the sailors - after all, everyone is immortal." ”

"Undead...... "Tirien repeated the word softly, "why, are you expecting to come back to life?" ”

"Honestly, people with a little sense know that this is impossible," Aiden shrugged, "Ordinary people may still have imaginations about this kind of topic, but the more undead people are, the more they know that the real resurrection from the dead can only be a rumor - the god of death Bartók exists, and his door has never returned, and we people have become so-called because our souls have been distorted and changed and can no longer pass through that gate." The line between life and death is actually very clear to everyone, after all, everyone has wandered in front of that door when they were dying. ”

Tirion nodded slightly, and pondered for a moment before speaking again, "Then why is this topic causing so much discussion?" ”

"There's no real resurrection, so there's speculation as to whether the so-called resurrectors are actually ...... 'living dead,'" Aiden grinned, "You know, most city-states don't like the living dead, and Frost especially doesn't, and they even see it as a 'curse on the open seas.'" Although it is said that the debt of half a century ago should not be pressed on the heads of today's frosty people, everyone is happy to see that the authorities of that city-state are anxious. ”

Tirion raised an eyebrow, "Fun? If this had something to do with the original Abyss Project, then it wasn't just fun. ”

"You're right, I understand this too, but at present, most ordinary sailors still think that it is okay to be happy first, anyway, the first wave of unlucky people is the frost people, and when the fun is too great, we will talk about anything else," Aiden said, spreading his hands, "No way, the mentality of the undead is like this, not to mention that this matter is related to frost." ”

Tirien looked at Aiden wordlessly, and waved his hand helplessly for a while.

“…… The real resurrection of the dead needs to pass through Bartók's gate and return, and Frost's current mainstream belief is the god of death, theoretically speaking, in Frost, the rules of life and death will only be tighter and more stable, and now there are rumors of the return of the dead, which is very wrong," he did not continue to struggle with his first mate "Do you need to be too big to watch the excitement", but put on a straight face and made the topic serious again, "I am more inclined to think that this is some other supernatural force at work." ”

"Then we'll see how the local cathedral of tranquility reacts," said Aiden, "and I've heard that the current gatekeeper of the cathedral is a newcomer named Agatha, a young girl with little experience, and I don't know if she can handle this kind of trouble." ”

Tirion didn't speak, but for some reason, he suddenly thought of another high-ranking priest who was also very young, but who had shown great strength, and could even negotiate with his terrible father many times with poise.

Plant's Inquisitor Vanna.

If it's the inquisitor who is so strong that it's a little terrible...... It must be no problem to deal with a few minor troubles that have come back from the dead.

……

The salty sea breeze blows in your face, carrying a chill that is not found in the central seas.

Sitting on a barrel near the side of the ship, Vanna looked up at the endless sea level in the distance, and saw a mist looming at the end of the vision, and there seemed to be distant and hazy icebergs hidden in the depths of the mist.

The Lost Country has entered the cold sea, and it is far, far away from Prand.

The young inquisitor lowered his head and continued to carve the pieces of wood with a knife.

She's carving a new wave talisman out of sea polyp.

Life on the Lost was actually countless times better than she had imagined at first, all those terrible or weird things had happened, there was a normal routine, decent food, a clean and independent living space, and a noisy but interesting crew member, and even from some angles, the living conditions on the Lost were better than those of ordinary ocean-going ships-

Because of the "messenger" of Say, the ship can always be replenished with fresh ingredients, because there are a large number of "living" facilities on board, the Lost Land will hardly have the inconvenience caused by facility failures, and the biggest advantage of this ship is not this, its biggest advantage...... It turned out to be safe.

Yes, it's incredible, but after a few days of living here, Vanna finally confirmed the incredible reality: there is no ship safer than this fearsome ghost ship.

Because of the presence of Captain Duncan, even the invaders of subspace did not dare to come to this ship to cause trouble......

On the Lost Land, you can casually discuss the affairs of the subspace, you can read any book at will, Morris asked Ay to help bring a lot of folklore and history books from Pull, and the captain will sometimes even let the Lost Country sink directly to the spirit world in order to hurry, and sail wild in the dark and terrifying abnormal sea.

There will be no deep shadows at all - and even if something does appear, it will only become a daily pastime for the crew.

Or add a meal.

All in all, life on the Lost Land is actually not bad.

But she still needs some time to get used to.

The knife slashed through the wood chips, carving deep dents, and the sawdust fell little by little, which gradually calmed the slightly restless mind.

Footsteps approached from behind, and a very energetic voice suddenly sounded next to him: "Miss Fanna, what are you doing?" ”

Vana looked up and saw that Nina was curiously looking at the half-carved amulet in her hand, as well as several amulets already carved on another barrel next to her.

"This is an amulet dedicated to the Storm Goddess Grimna," Vana laughed, knowing what an astonishing identity the ordinary-looking girl in front of her was, but after a few days together, she no longer made a fuss about the identity of any of the ship's crew members, "Throwing the Breathwood Amulet into the sea is equivalent to completing a dedication to the goddess." ”

"Oh!" Nina nodded abruptly, looking at the carved talismans on the barrel with a look of surprise, "I think I've heard this in school before, but this is the first time I've seen it, you've done a lot!" ”

"Actually......" Vana said hesitantly, then she hesitated for a moment before she slowly opened the lid of the barrel after looking into Nina's sparkling eyes, "and that's not all." ”

Nina froze, looked inside the barrel, and continued to be in a daze.

After a moment, she looked up at the Inquisitor in front of her.

"Miss Vanna...... Are you particularly bored on the boat? ”

"Not really," Fanna's expression was a little embarrassed, and she also felt that it was a bit exaggerated to carve a bucket of talismans in a few days, "It's just...... It may take a little bit of getting used to. ”

"Oh."

Nina nodded, and then came to the barrel again, crouched down and began to be in a thoughtful daze.

I don't know what she's thinking.

Vanna put down a new wave talisman and silently put away the knife.

"Miss Vanna, aren't you carving?"

“…… Running out of materials. ”

"Then please Ay help bring some more?"

"I don't have to......" Vana waved her hand awkwardly, but just as she was about to say something more, she was interrupted by a strange low roar suddenly coming from the direction of the sea.

It sounded like something was moving beneath the surface of the water, and it was rising rapidly with a large number of bubbles.

A creaking sound came from the direction of the Lost Country's mast almost simultaneously, and in the next second, Vanna saw the spirit sail above the ghost ship fine-tune its angle at the same time, and the massive hull adjusted its attitude and course accordingly.

Nina ran to the side of the ship, stared at the sea in the distance with wide eyes, and suddenly raised her hand and shouted, "Look, look! Miss Vanna! Something is out! ”

Vanna looked in the direction of Nina's finger.

She saw a large bubble of rising waves, an irregular chaotic current rising in the distance like a hill, and a large shadow gradually rising to the surface of the sea in the current and foam.

Flagpoles, rusty bows and chimneys, tattered and ruined decks......

It was a ship.

(Surprised, there was a silver sprout again...... But my brain really can't work, and now I'm dizzy, so let me slow down for a few days this time...... ）

(End of chapter)