This time, the sun went out close to dusk – so it didn't take long for the sky to fade from the sea level.

Vision 001's brilliant double rune rings slowly sank into the sea, and with the last rays of light vanishing into the sky, night fell - in the city where the "luminous geometry" could not directly illuminate, the cold glow and night of the creation of the world enveloped everything as before.

The city fell silent, the gas lights on the streets glowed slightly cloudy at night, and patrolling squads of guardians made their way through the streets, leaving long shadows at the intersections—the experience of the sun going out was like an unreal dream that was melting into the night.

But Duncan could feel that the "nightmare" hadn't really subsided as it seemed—something oppressive still haunted the city, and in these quiet neighborhoods, tension and unease grew like sticky mud in the night.

“…… Every house has all the lights on, and there is a nervous atmosphere everywhere," Shirley muttered as she leaned in front of the living room window, looking out at the street, "I definitely don't want to go out on the street now...... I feel like I can't breathe. ”

Ah Gou shook his head next to her: "There are at least twice as many guards outside today, and you will be held down by the night guard as soon as you go to the street now, and you will be panting, and then the captain will have to go to the bureau to catch us, and you will really be out of breath at that time......"

Vanna leaned against the window and glanced down at Shirley who was lying on the windowsill: "I didn't expect you to be quite sensitive to 'breath'. ”

"I'm familiar with the feeling that the gas lights in the lower town always come on later than in other neighborhoods, and when night approaches, many people can't afford to light the lights at home, and this tension will appear as the sky gets dark—until the gas lights come on, and the whole street will breathe a sigh of relief, and we will know that we can sleep in peace."

"But even if the city is lit up today, many people are destined to stay awake all night," Duncan walked over, pressing Shirley's hair with one hand and rubbing the dog's head with the other, "After the sun goes out for the second time, even the most optimistic people may not be able to help but worry about whether the sun will rise the next day." ”

Shirley tilted her head to the side, then suddenly looked up at Duncan with a frightened gaze: "...... Yes!? It's really not going to rise tomorrow?! ”

Duncan looked strange: "...... I don't know, I don't count. ”

"Oh," Shirley scratched her hair, "it seems like ...... too"

Lucrecia walked over from the side at this time: "There is news from the 'observatory' that the signal released by the luminous body has indeed completely stopped, and now they are going to send a team into the light body to check if there is any change in the 'stone ball'. ”

Duncan raised his eyebrows: "Night work? ”

"It's always daylight for the sea where the 'Luminous Geometry' is located," Lucrecia said, "Sunlight can calm the anomalous forces of the endless sea, and research around the Luminous Geometry has always been carried out on a twenty-four-hour rotation. ”

Duncan nodded, then suddenly looked back thoughtfully at Alice, who was winding Lunee not far away.

Miss Doll noticed her gaze and raised her head to smile harmlessly.

When the sun came back on, the signal in Alice's "eyes" disappeared, and she returned to her normal state as if nothing had happened.

But Duncan was suddenly a little curious...... What would happen if you brought her to the "stone ball" at this time? This puppet, which is theoretically considered a "creation" of the Netherworld Holy Lord, will it once again "see" something that ordinary people can't see in front of the fragments of the "Vision 001" created by the Netherworld Holy Lord?

In fact, Duncan had taken Alice to see the glowing geometry before, but no one realized that there was a near-homology connection between Alice and Vision 001, so he didn't specifically test it, and Alice's own attention was not focused on the glowing geometry - but this time, he wanted to do some purposeful "quiz".

“…… Lucy, I need to help me get this done," Duncan turned his head to look at Lucrecia, "I'm going to take Alice to see the 'stone ball'." ”

Lucrecia was stunned, but quickly understood what Duncan meant, and immediately nodded: "Understood." ”

Duncan hummed and looked into the air beside him.

A faint green flame ignited out of thin air in the focus of his gaze, and the fat pigeon burning with spiritual fire flapping its wings appeared in front of him: "Teleportation successful!" Teleportation successful! ”

"It's time to pick up the hapless 'Truth Keeper,'" Duncan said casually, "and you go to Lawrence—the White Oak can be used as a beacon." Know the way, right? ”

Ay tilted her head, thought for a moment, and then flapped her wings vigorously: "Air wife! Fantasy wife! Air wife! Fantasy wife! ”

“…… Lawrence's wife is no longer a fantasy - don't say that to Martha's face, beware she stews you," Duncan's eyes twitched, glaring at the pigeon, which was getting fatter day by day, "I thought about it, you better wait and set off again, and then send Ted Lille directly to the stone ball, and I happened to talk to him." ”

The pigeon suddenly became excited again: "Talk therapy, referred to as talk therapy~~"

Duncan: "......"

……

Ted Learle wore a warm coat and walked slowly on the aft deck, his mind calmed as the cold night breeze blew from the sea, carrying the salty smell and the sound of the waves crashing against the hull of the ship rising and falling in the night.

The sun was re-lit and sunset was normal, and the usual dusk was followed by a quiet night, and at this moment, even the cool glow of the creation of the world seemed a little more intimate.

"As a guy who just came back from the subspace butterfly, your recovery isn't bad."

A hoarse voice came from the deck not far away, and Ted followed the sound to see the ugly corpse in the sailor's overshirt sitting on a rope near the side of the ship, smiling at this side in the night.

That smile is enough to give you nightmares all night.

Ted frowned, and strode over to the dry corpse, leaning against the guardrail beside him.

"You don't really need this thick coat, Mr. Secretkeeper," the sailor said, glancing at Ted Lear's coat, "as far as I know, the 'Saint' is of an unusual constitution, and a little immersion in the sea should not make you feel cold...... Or is the chill of subspace still soaking you? ”

“…… It's Captain Lawrence's kindness," Ted said casually, looking at the clothes he was wearing, then frowned again, "How do I feel...... You seem to know a lot about the 'saints'? ”

"I know a little bit," the "sailor" grinned and smiled hoarsely, "I know that no matter what you were in the past, you can't be considered a complete 'living person' after receiving the blessing, and I also know that your skin is strong enough to resist swords, your bones can be shattered and reborn, your broken heart can keep blood flowing, and you can survive for days without breathing, even if you are a 'scholar' like you, you can not be afraid of cold, heat, illness and all kinds of poisons after being promoted......"

Speaking of this, he paused, casually took out a bottle of beer from the side, and continued as he shook it: "Strictly speaking, you 'saints' are essentially a group of 'anomalies' in a state of unsealing, but ordinary anomalies get out of control after the unsealing, and you ...... He who blessed you still controls you. ”

Listening to the words of this dried corpse, Ted Lille's expression suddenly became a little serious: "How do you know so much? ”

"I am a 'sailor', and sailors should know many strange things, because we are the souls of the wandering dead on the boundless sea—either wandering before death or after death, and after wandering for a long time, the more you know, there is nothing new on the boundless sea," the "sailor" tore the corners of his mouth, raised the beer in his hand and shook it, "Take a sip?" Pure Storm wine, the best wine produced by the Deep Sea Church, I secretly took it from the captain's treasure. ”

“…… How dare you steal the captain's things? ”

"Stealing wine from the captain's treasure is also a necessary part of the 'sailor' - and then hanging on the mast is another," the dry corpse laughed hoarsely, and raised the bottle and poured it down his throat with a pause, and then the wine flowed out of his torn chest and a large hole in the side of his neck, and fell on the deck. ”

Ted Lear didn't care about the corpse, he still looked at the anomaly numbered 077 with suspicion, which had been marked as a "special runaway state" in the official data, and after a while suddenly asked, "You were supposed to be a person?" ”

"How do I know," the sailor shrugged nonchalantly, "Anyway, 'people' can become anomalies under certain conditions, and you think I'm that's it." ”

Ted Lille noticed that the sailor did not answer him directly, so he did not follow the question, but after a few seconds of silence, he suddenly changed the subject: "Where is this ship going?" ”

"Lensa, the captain has received a big order, and he wants to go over there to pick up twelve seals and transfer them to another northern city-state."

“…… How much?! ”

"Twelve."

“…… The maximum number of 'anomalies' that can be transported by a large transport ship escorted by the saints is only eight per shipment - don't you consider the harsh containment conditions of the anomalies and the possibility of conflicting and influencing each other? Ted Lear was dumbfounded, "Who gave you the permission to sign?!" ”

"The Deep Sea Church signed, what's wrong?" The sailor glanced at Ted, "Don't make such a fuss, this is the 'Lost Fleet' wholeheartedly - we ship twelve at a time, because there are only twelve seals on the Lensa side that are eligible for transportation, and as for the seals that are out of control, ......"

The dry corpse stopped, raised his finger and pointed at himself: "I am the only 'out of control' anomaly on this ship, now TM is on duty 24 hours a day, get off the ship to fight, get on the boat to wipe the deck, meet the subspace butterfly swimming, and have to be responsible for going to the sea to fish for people, if you give me a chance to do it again, I will not wake up when I rot in the shroud - I need to use it" The abnormal guarantee of transferring transportation to enhance the sealing effect also has a certain ability to think, they look at me like this, after getting on the ship, one by oneTM is quiet like a quail, and those who have innate mobility have learned to take the initiative to help close the door after the captain inspects the sealing room......"

Ted Lear: "......? ”

(End of chapter)