Deep Sea Embers

Shirley left quickly with Agou, while Duncan looked away from the distant intersection and landed on the ruins of the factory again.

After the fire of the spirit body faded, the invisible curtain closed again, and the factory returned to its previous "normal" appearance-the traces of the fire were completely erased, and the ubiquitous ashes were also hidden in nothingness .

Duncan's gaze slowly moved up, above the factory, to the sky.

He imagined that there was a gauze-like veil quietly covering the surroundings, hiding the truth beneath the reality. Although there are not many existing residents in the sixth block, there are always thousands of people, and in these few days Under the eyes of thousands of people, the invisible curtain has shrouded the truth for eleven years.

The residents here even completely forgot about the fire from their memory - they only thought that the "chemical pollution" leaked from the factory caused the block to be so dilapidated.

Thinking of this, Duncan frowned suddenly.

The truth in the factory was a fire, and Agou also confirmed that there is no chemical pollution left around the factory. Since there is no so-called "pollution"...there is no newborn born in the entire Sixth Street for eleven years. for what? !

If it wasn't for the birth date caused by chemical pollution...could it be some kind of power in the Transcendental Domain that is preventing the birth of newborns in the Sixth Street?

Duncan looked at the sky thoughtfully.

It seems... that invisible curtain is bigger than he imagined.

...

"We got out... did we get out?"

In a back alley some distance away from the sixth block, Shirley poked her head out of the shadows. She carefully observed whether there were sheriffs patrolling the nearby roads, and at the same time lowered her voice and said to the corner beside her.

There was a dark shadow in the corner, as if the invisible darkness had a sticky texture. Agou hid in this shadow and made a low and vague voice: "It's not that we ran out, it's Some great man let us go."

"It's all the same thing." Shirley waved her hand, and sat on the ground without caring about her image, "Fuck, I was scared to death... I didn't dare to breathe, and I didn't dare to swear during the whole process, and I had to pretend Well-behaved...Agou, you don't know..."

"I know, I can see more than you, have you forgotten?" The voice in the shadows said quietly, "How does it feel, is it better to walk with a smiling warp shadow than with a gang of vicious ones?" Tired of dealing with the sheriff and the guards?"

"...Don't say it, I'm cold," Shirley rolled her eyes, "It's all because of what you told me last time that you were so scary, I don't know anything, and I certainly don't know what to be afraid of today... You said this Why does such a big man pretend to be an 'ordinary person'? He even squeezes the bus like an ordinary person, and even boards the bus to buy a ticket! Who would have thought that he would run into him in this way!"

Agou was silent for two seconds: "...Maybe it's just out of interest, maybe it's just staring at you, this is what I'm most afraid of... We've already dealt with this kind of existence, I'm afraid fate has already been entangled... "

Shirley shivered slightly, and asked cautiously: "You mean... We will really meet him again in the future? Please spare me..."

"Did you forget what he said when we left?" Agou sighed, "He will find us."

Shirley didn't speak for a while, just kept her head down in silence. After a while, Agou suddenly said: "What? Are you scared? Regret it? It might be a bit late now... I reminded you before, step into the Extraordinary domains need to be prepared to deal with all kinds of superior forces, most of those things are beyond human imagination - if you listened to my advice a few months ago, don't start investigating the old things back then, you can still Live your own peaceful life..."

"Regret!" Shirley lowered her head and interrupted Agou's voice viciously, "I have never regretted it from the beginning, and I won't in the future! Don't say such frustrating words to me again! "

"Okay, okay, I won't say anymore—have you rested enough? It's almost time for us to leave. Didn't your 'new friend' make an appointment with you?"

"I...I'll wait another two minutes," Shirley scratched her hair, her voice muffled, "the legs are a bit weak, wait a little longer..."

Agou didn't speak any more, just let out a hoarse purr, and then the wriggling shadow it was hiding shrunk little by little, and gradually merged into Shirley's shadow.

...

At lunch time, Fan Na stuffed the bread with jam into her mouth, and swallowed heavily while looking at the briefing materials at hand. She felt a little panicked, so she casually took the glass beside her and poured it in. Several gulps.

Uncle Dante's voice came from across the table, with resignation: "Vanna, eat more gracefully—and don't drink wine like water."

"Heretics don't wait, shortening the meal time as much as possible can send those heretics to meet their lord as soon as possible," Fan Na looked up at her uncle, and said while trying to swallow the food in her mouth, "And this is not a banquet outside ..."

"Family gatherings should also pay attention to etiquette - sooner or later you will not be able to get married like this," Dante looked at his niece, who has reached the age of marriage but has not even brought back a boyfriend, with a headache, "Oh, it's better to say You can't get married anymore..."

Fan Na's eating finally slowed down, and the young judge seemed a little embarrassed: "I... the duties of a judge are more..."

"The Church of the Deep Sea doesn't prohibit priests from getting married, and judges all have normal families. I've also recited the "Book of Storms," ​​Dante shook his head. "Seriously, there is really no suitable one?"

Fan Na lowered her head and poked the bread on the plate with a table knife: "The main reason is that there is no one to beat..."

"...Let's go back and ask if the oath can be taken back," Dante sighed, looking worried, "You shouldn't swear casually when you received the gift, especially the first one, you have to be strong to walk with me , Bishop Valentine should have stopped you at that time..."

Fan Na's head was a little lower, but she was tall and embarrassed at the moment. When she was taught by her uncle, she was still the same as she was when she was a child, and her voice was a little muffled: "There is no way to take back the oath casually. It is made in front of the goddess." The sacred agreement, and... I am not taking an oath casually, almost all female guardians will have that one when they swear, it is the symbol of bravery bestowed on us by the storm, and it is also to prove to the goddess..."

Dante silently looked at his niece who was a head and a half taller than him: "Then have you ever thought that one day you will train yourself to be invincible?"

Fan Na: "... Isn't this for the second and third clauses of the oath..."

Dante: "...ah."

This can be regarded as a topic that the uncle and nephew will bring up every now and then in the past year or two, and every time the topic ends in embarrassment, this time is no exception.

However, Fan Na quickly adjusted her mood. She resolved the battle on the dinner plate at an astonishing speed, and after collecting the documents at hand, she got up and prepared to leave: "I'm done eating, uncle, you... huh? "

Fanna stopped suddenly. She looked at Dante Wayne's face in surprise, and pointed at the other's prosthetic ruby ​​eye: "Uncle, the wound near your eye is bleeding... are you okay?"

"Ah?" Dante was stunned for a moment, and quickly reached out to touch it. After seeing the blood on his hand, he quickly got up and took a mirror to check the condition of his prosthetic eye—he suddenly saw his ruby Blood oozed from the edge of the made eyeball, and the blood flowed down the folded scars around the wound. The amount was not much, but it was scary.

"Don't move yet," Fanna walked over quickly, and put her hand near Dante's eyes, while reciting the words from "The Storm Book" in a low voice, "May the sea breeze moisten the limbs and make this flesh and blood recover as before .”

Under the effect of the holy prayer, Dante felt a little itching near his wound, and the small bleeding soon stopped. He was a little helpless: "Don't make such a fuss, it's not the first time in these years—after all It's cold ore and metal, and it's normal to have some 'little conflicts' with flesh and blood once in a while."

The expression on Fan Na's face did not relax at all, she was still staring at Dante's ruby ​​eye, and asked after a long time: "Do you feel anything else? Is there a burning pain? Or through See some phantasm through this ruby ​​eye?"

Dante blinked, he looked at Fanna, the ruby ​​eyes that had been blessed clearly reflected what he saw——

The flames blazed behind Fanna, ashes and scorched marks were all over the dining room, and formless coke and molten deposits hung down from the roof, like an upside-down ominous omen.

The ruby ​​eyeballs were slightly hot, and then gradually returned to ice-cold.

Dante smiled: "Of course not, everything is normal."