Hearing the report of the apprentice Joshua, Taran El and Ted Lear looked at each other almost at the same time, and before the latter could speak, Taran had already taken the initiative to turn his head and speak to the apprentice: "The second door on the left hand of the tin cabinet by the window in the next room, the blue paper tape box - run!" ”

"Ah...... Good!! Joshua hurriedly agreed, turned around and ran out of the room—followed by a flurry of sounds of bumping into something in the hallway and rummaging through boxes and cabinets in the next room—and before Ted Lear could almost worry about whether the reckless young man was planning to tear the building down, he ran back in a rage, encapsulated file box in his hand.

Ted Lear took out the records in the file box, compared them with the tape that Joshua had just sent to his room, and went to the bed where Taran El was lying, and showed the two records to the latter.

Taran Eyre's gaze fell on the old and new strips of paper, identifying each of the peaks and troughs in them, the dark color growing heavier.

"Is it the same signal?" The voice of the Truth Keeper rang out from the side.

"Distortions caused by interference and possible errors in the instrument itself are eliminated...... It should be the same signal. Taran El said with a serious expression.

“…… This is the 'light signal' that Ms. Lucrecia recorded on the Bright Star," Ted Lear stared at the record that had been sealed in a paper tape box with a thoughtful expression, "It is a message released from the internal circulation of the 'light body' during the sun's extinguishment, but we have not yet been able to decipher its meaning......

He jerked his head up and looked out the window at the sky.

The sun was slowly approaching the rooftops of buildings in the distance, the brilliant double rune rings glittering in the sky, and the magnificent corona was still radiating infinite light and heat—the time was approaching dusk, but Vision 001 itself showed no signs of extinguishing.

However, the "glowing geometry" near Breezehaven suddenly began to emit this strange "signal" that had appeared during the sun's extinguishment...... Why is that?

"Is this signal repeating all the time?" Taran Al asked his students.

"Yes...... Yes," Joshua nodded hurriedly, obviously nervous, "and this signal had been repeated three times by the time the observatory brought the data......

"What do you think about this?" Taran El turned his head to look at his old friend.

“…… I'm going to go to the observatory myself, these signals feel very unusual, I always think it's that strange 'glowing geometry' trying to 'connect' with ......the outside world, maybe I can find some clues in the past," Ted Lear said quickly, walking to the hanger not far away, picking up his coat and hat, "and also to tell the news to the people who are meeting in the 'Fifth Ark', they may not have observed anything unusual......"

The keeper of truth prepared to go out the door, picked up his heavy book of miracles, and turned the page depicting the "door" in it, but suddenly he stopped again, and raised his eyelids to look at the university scholar lying on the hospital bed.

Taran El suddenly felt a hint of unease: "...... What do you see me doing? ”

"If anything happens to the sun again this time, you will honestly lie on the bed for me - your amazing behavior last time has already affected the safety assessment of the entire academy."

"Nonsense! I'm on the top of my hip now, where else can I go! Taran Elton's eyes narrowed, if it weren't for the fact that his lumbar spine really didn't allow it, he seemed to fly up and bite someone, "You think I'm willing to fly on the walls of the school building and the clock tower?" ”

However, Ted Lille shook his head when he heard this: "...... Experience has taught me that a herniated disc doesn't completely stop your curiosity – as long as the target has enough research value, you can get out of a hospital bed. ”

As he spoke, the keeper of truth walked unhurriedly to the universityman's bedside and tapped his book of miracles—a small, illusory scalpel in his hand.

Taran El instantly realized what was going on with his uneasiness, and immediately shouted, "What are you doing...... I warn you, Ted...... No...... TMD, you can't! ”

Ted Lear, however, paid no heed to the protests of the scholars, and pointed his scalpel at Taran El from afar, and nodded three times in the void: "This will effectively imprison you in this bed - rest assured, I will heal you when I return." ”

"Ted, you're XX! The God of Wisdom did not let you do this by giving you the knowledge of disease and healing! I...... (Elf foul mouth) (Breeze Harbor foul mouth) (unbearable vulgar language)!! ”

The room was filled with the emotional, but less neutral, shouts of the scholars, but the Keeper of Truth had turned and stepped into a door that had appeared out of nowhere, leaving only Joshua, a bewildered apprentice, bewildered by his teacher.

“…… Look at what, don't bring the hemorrhoids cream for the teacher! ”

"Oh...... Oh! ”

……

The main part of the meeting was over – after enough information had been exchanged and a series of apparent "agreements of cooperation" had been reached, Duncan and several of the church leaders present had adjourned the meeting.

But unlike a normal "meeting," there were no flashing lights, no hordes of reporters documenting the precious moment, no photographs or videos to leave any information about the meeting—not even a page of the agreement on paper.

Because the matter they are discussing here is so sensitive that any form of meeting minutes has the potential to produce unpredictable "changes" one day in the future.

But all the attendees didn't mind it, because they believed that the four gods were sufficient.

The bishops left the room first—Lucretia's servants led the guests to a makeshift lounge on deck, where tea and refreshments had been prepared, and half an hour later, there would be a small barbecue on the deck.

Many of the attendees still felt a little unreal, after all...... Enjoy a sumptuous dinner on the deck of the Lost Homeland in the sea breeze – even the world's most imaginative poets and playwrights would not dare conceive this scene in their clear heads.

Other attendees had another level of apprehension – they were still worried about the "food safety" of the ship, and although they had now accepted that "Captain Duncan had humanity and had a partnership with the church," they still felt that something would be harmful to the physical and mental health of ordinary people, especially at so-called "barbecue parties."

…… In fact, they were quite rightly worried.

But it didn't work.

Because it was not yet time to return to the Ark of Pilgrimage – the four popes were still in the room, and the "closed doors" after the public meetings were the really important part.

"Now we're the only ones left here," Duncan looked at the four sitting across from him in the hall that had suddenly become quiet and empty as the bishopric had left, "and we can discuss something that isn't so appropriate to be put on the table." ”

"Where do you want to start first?" "We'll do everything we can to answer any questions you have. ”

“…… Not at all," Duncan thought for a moment, and said unhurriedly, "but I want to know what you're doing in the border waters...... Is it intended to be hidden from the city-states forever? I'm not talking about the search for the gods, but about finding new routes. If you do find a new route, how are you going to persuade a city-state that had no knowledge of any of these plans to carry out a mass migration of this magnitude? There are other ambitious 'migration' plans......"

Speaking of this, he paused, and his expression began to become serious: "To be honest, they do sound exciting, but if you calm down and think about it, you can see that there are too many hasty decisions and too many assumptions, especially since you intend to accomplish these 'feats' alone without hiding from the whole world - what do you think is the real success rate?" ”

“…… Concealment is also a helpless move, there is too much information that cannot be known to ordinary people, and those 'secrets' involving the border can easily cause catastrophe if leaked into ordinary city-states," Helena sighed, "Of course, your doubts are correct, there are too many hasty and taken things for granted in these plans, and in any case, these large-scale operations cannot be concealed forever...... All I can say is that we didn't expect the situation to deteriorate so quickly at first. ”

"We originally planned all of this over a time span of centuries," Frem nodded, "If we had enough time to buffer, we would have been able to rely on the relay of generations to move these things forward smoothly, and we would have more energy to sift through and process information about the borders and pass them on safely to the city-states, and now...... It can only be said that the time is too rushed. ”

"Time...... Time is indeed too rushed," Duncan sighed softly, he knew that what Helena and Frem said was a helpless fact, so he didn't dwell on the topic, but turned his head to Vana next to him after a sigh, "Then let's say something else." Vanna, don't you have something to say to Lord Frem? ”

Pope Frem, a tall and gray-skinned flame bearer sitting across the table, was slightly stunned, and then as if he realized something, he adjusted his sitting posture and looked at Vana with a serious gaze.

Vanna nodded slightly, stood up, and turned to the corner of the hall—a moment later, she returned to the crowd with an extraordinarily large object.

It was the "cane" that Taryjin left behind.

"You watch the beams...... Duncan couldn't help but remind him, "and the pillars......"

Vanna nodded, careful not to smash the hall with the "cane" that looked like the trunk of a giant tree, and slowly placed it on the table in front of everyone.

"This is the 'chronological pillar'."

(End of chapter)