Agatha pulled out the letter of inform, which looked like it was written on the most common kind of stationery, covered with an envelope made in a small local factory with frost, and even the ink was obviously ordinary and ordinary from Cemetery Three, and to be honest, if it weren't for the fact that the old guard wouldn't play such a joke on her, Agatha would never have believed that it came from an indescribable superior being.

She couldn't even sense any supernatural power from the letter—but after a few simple tests, she had confirmed that it was indeed from the hand of the superior superintendent.

There was a sound of clothes rubbing in the dark coffin, and the heavy lid of the coffin finally slowly opened, accompanied by a strange smell of incense, and a mummy-like body wrapped in bandages slowly rose from the inside.

This is Ivan, Bishop of the Frost City-State - he lost his full body in an accident many years ago, but Bartók's power has kept him alive to this day, and for most of the time he spends most of his time in the "coffin" of the Sanctuary of Meditation, only appearing in the public eye when major sacraments are celebrated, but even so, he is still the most popular and trusted bishop in Frost's history.

There is no doubt about the bishop's achievements and erudition in the realm of transcendence.

He sat up in the coffin, took the "report letter" handed by Agatha, and stared at the letter for a long time with the only left eye exposed outside the bandage, and the whole person was silent for a long time.

Agatha couldn't help but break the silence: "You..."

The well-informed and learned archbishop said in a sullen voice: "I will slow again."

Agatha waited for a moment, then asked, "Have you recovered?"

「…… Are you sure that's it?" Bishop Ivan looked up, his slightly yellowed eyes filled with confusion, "Do you have ......?"

"It does look ordinary—but when I tried to look at the words on the letter through a spirit perspective, I lost fifteen minutes of memory on the spot," Agatha knew what the bishop was trying to say, and she nodded with a serious expression, "It wraps around the unimaginable power of mortals, this austere appearance...... Maybe it's just the visitor's unique taste."

Bishop Ivan was silent for a moment, as if it was still slowing down, before he slowly spoke, "What is mentioned in this letter...... It's disturbing, you've seen the 'Petrel', and if the letter is true, the Petrel is just the beginning, and even the loss of control on Dagger Island is just the beginning... … Whether it's the cultists in the city or the 'Elementals, the pollution caused, whether it's the return of the 'Petrel' or the anomalies on Dagger Island, everything points to the deep sea, to the Abyss Project half a century ago."

"I've sent a warning to the town hall and requested access to the secret files that have been sealed for half a century, and I'll be going to the church library in the future, and I've arranged for a city-wide search to catch the cultists who are hiding," Agatha said, "but that's not enough, we need to at least find out what's going on Dagger Island right now—the bigger source of contamination seems to be on that island."

Bishop Ivan thought for a moment and sighed softly, "If everything points to the Abyss Project... The Sea Mist Fleet that appeared near the frost at this moment seems to be able to explain it."

「... You think it was all part of the Frost Queen's plan?" Agatha frowned, "Is it because of what order she left for that 'Vice Admiral of Steel' that the Sea Mist Fleet is here today?"

"I'm not sure," Bishop Ivan shook his head, then suddenly looked up into Agatha's eyes, "Agatha, what do you think of the Frost Queen as she is?" ：

Agatha hesitated for a moment, and said as she pondered, "A once great ruler, who was bewitched by the power of the deep sea after a brief reign of glory, and fell into a dangerous 'mad king', because of her willfulness, the frost and the terror of the deep sea, her terrible plans still need to be completely sealed away and forbidden to be known to any ordinary person, even after half a century—her life is both tragic and dangerous."

"A pretty standard answer - as a young generation with enough access to some of the information from half a century ago, your summary is quite in place," Bishop Ivan nodded

nodded, but then the conversation shifted, "But you didn't really go through that."

Agatha didn't speak, just looked at the archbishop in front of her quietly.

"I've been there—that year, I was twenty-six years old, and I was an ordinary bishop in a small church in the docklands, you know? The chapel was right next to the testing ground of the Abyss Project, and I even gave a blessing ceremony to some of the soldiers and officers, who I later learned came to the church to receive blessings because they had to come into contact with the 'submersible'."

Bishop Ivan spoke slowly, his voice low, as if a tributary was trickling from the river of memory, and the things that were too old to be told to ordinary people were told little by little from under the overlapping bandages.

"After the rebels breached the palace, most of the information about the Abyss Project was sealed, and the panic effect caused by the sea cliff collapse incident that occurred at the beheading site afterwards, the relevant information of the Abyss Project was destroyed, so even if you are an authorized 'gatekeeper', the information you can access is actually only the most superficial part of it - if I tell you now, in fact, the Queen of Frost came to that chapel the night before the city-state guards attacked, And let me perform a send-off ceremony for her...... What do you think?"

Agatha's eyes widened suddenly.

"She was called the 'Mad King,—indeed, she behaved in the last months of her life in the same way as 'Mad Mad,' and continued to push forward with the project even though the whole project was completely out of control, and people were missing, dying, and going mad every day, even closing the palace, claustrophobic the ministers who were still willing to speak, ordering the gendarmes to seal off the port, and arresting those who wanted to escape the frost......

"But even then, I don't think she's actually 'crazy, ever...... She was sober and even ·····

Bishop Ivan paused suddenly, as if his mind was overwhelmed by the memories of those distant events, or perhaps searching for suitable words to describe the strangeness he had felt back then, and after a few seconds he continued: "Even, like the only one in the whole city-state who is still sober."

Agatha had leaned forward unconsciously: "Why do you say that?"

"She walked into the church, without any attendant, with clear eyes, as if she had already understood her fate, and she herself came to Bartók's icon, lit incense for herself, and then came and patted me on the shoulder, one by one, like this."

Bishop Ivan raised his arm, as if recreating the scene half a century ago.

"She patted me and said, 'Wake up, you're still with your eyes open all over the city—come and do something for me, I'm dying.'"

Agatha felt her breathing suddenly feel a little sluggish, as if she was apneing half-asleep, and then the next moment, she couldn't help but reach out to her forehead, she felt her heart pounding, she didn't know how to react, after a few seconds of silence, she could only ask her most direct confusion: "You are still with your eyes open in the whole city...... What does that mean?"

"I haven't quite figured it out yet," Bishop Ivan sighed, his voice muffled under the bandages, "she woke me up—but I kept awake, and after that, she didn't explain anything to me, just told me to do what I was told... …… She lay on the morgue, like a dead person, and then... … I gave her a send-off ceremony."

"How do the living perform the ritual of sending the soul?" Agatha glared in disbelief, "Your ritual······ Is it really done?"

"Of course the living can't perform the ritual - I just did as she told me to, and of course, nothing happened after the ritual ended," Bishop Ivan shook his head, "I don't think the ritual is meaningful, but the Queen of Frost seems to have achieved her purpose, and she just left, telling me one thing before leaving......

"One thing?"

"She told me not to tell me about that night, or the rebels would definitely kill me, and by the time she said this, it was just before the first city-state guard attacked the arsenal

There were twenty-four hours."

Agatha fell silent, and it was not long before she finally whispered, "You never told me about this......

"I didn't talk to anyone," Bishop Ivan said lightly, "and I was just a minor bishop."

"But you later became the bishop of the city-state, and no one can judge you for the 'implication' back then, this secret..."

"I was going to take this secret to the grave, why did I tell it?" Bishop Ivan raised his head, his cloudy and yellowed left eye staring into Agatha's eyes quietly, "I know that this is not a trivial matter—the fact that the Queen was already aware of the rebels' actions, and even gladly accepted her own death, can shake many people...... But it has no meaning other than its own shock, the Abyss Project will still be blocked, the stability and order of the city-state is the most important thing for the vast majority of citizens, no one will care what a queen who has been executed thinks and does in the end, and there is a more important reason..."

Bishop Ivan paused for a moment and exhaled softly.

"A more important reason - the Abyss Project is over, the Queen's Age is over, and everything is settled, at least...... I've been thinking that way for the past 50 years."