Deep Sea Embers

Is Helena telling her what she really thinks? Is the goal of the Deep Sea Church really just to establish communication with the Lost Home? Does this "Speaker of God" really believe in the humanity and reason of "Captain Duncan" as she claims?

Duncan actually didn't dare to believe it all. Although the attitude of the female pope seemed to be very frank, he himself had quite a B number. He knew that the Lost Country was well-known and its "record" was outstanding, and this prestigious reputation was doomed. A leader of power like Helena couldn't deal with herself unsuspectingly - she had to hold back.

But it is a good thing to be wary. If she is wary and still chooses to cooperate, it means that she has a reason to cooperate. Maybe it is because of God's will, or maybe it is because of the interests of the church. No matter what the reason is, anyway, the olive branch she is throwing out now is real.

"Now that the agreement has been reached, it's time for us to discuss the specific personnel handover and registration process," Duncan thought for a while, and said to the Pope in front of him from a reasonable point of view, "I think we need some formal documents."

Helena was stunned for a moment. Although she was the first to mention the matter, she obviously hadn't thought about this link, and her expression was a little surprised at the moment: "Registration... process, what do you mean?"

"Crew entry and work handover are very serious matters," Duncan said solemnly, "The Lost Home is an expedition ship with strict personnel management, and your Church of the Deep Sea is also a formal unit. Are you not prepared to send envoys over?" Is it a letter of introduction? In addition, there are Fanna’s living expenses on board or the loss of her personal equipment. It must be made clear which side should be reimbursed. I personally think that you should take care of it, at least part of it..."

Helena suddenly understood what Fanna meant when she mentioned "Captain Duncan is a person who often acts unexpectedly" many times in the report. She had conceived so many plans for negotiating with the Lost Homelander before, but she didn't think about it. Pass this one!

"...Of course the Church of the Deep Sea will bear this part...'budget'," Helena finally nodded after holding back for a few seconds, "If you need official documents, we can provide them, or you can provide them ——Do you have a corresponding template over there?”

"Of course, I can send a courier to you later," Duncan nodded solemnly, with a very serious tone, "The Lost Country is not the kind of place where you light two braziers and say a few words and then push people in." Even if the third-rate evil god’s lair is successfully sacrificed, we are a very formal employer, and the personnel recruitment, rules and regulations, and team building are all first-class in the subspace..."

Helena had been listening expressionlessly from just now, and now she could only nod her head subconsciously. For some reason, she suddenly felt that the distorted starlight in the mirror in front of her was not so dizzy. swollen.

She even felt that those swirling lights and shadows were kind of friendly.

And in such a slightly trance state, she finally successfully ended the conversation with the ghost captain.

Accompanied by a slight crackling sound of burning flames, the green flames jumping in front of the mirror finally gradually faded away, and bright yellow-white flames appeared on the candlestick again. dissipated in.

The solid real world once again appeared in front of Helena.

But she was still staring at the mirror that had returned to normal, staring at the reflection of herself that gradually emerged in the mirror.

After an unknown period of time, the shaking lines at the edge of the image gradually stabilized, and Helena then took a deep breath, relaxing her tense muscles a little.

Until now, she felt that her clothes were soaked in sweat, her heart was pounding, and there was a hollow and numb pain in her mind.

"...I'd better remind Fanna to control her urge to spy in the 'new position'," Helena rubbed her forehead, and said softly while fighting against the dull pain in her head, "Facing the subspace... It feels terrible."

A burst of crackling sound suddenly entered the ears, and a green light came into view.

Helena woke up suddenly, but only had time to see a little green flame flashing by near the window sill. She quickly walked towards the direction where the flames dissipated, and saw an old piece of parchment lying quietly on the window sill.

That was Fanna's registration document on the Lost Home.

"...It's really delivered."

The Pope muttered in astonishment.

...

The next morning.

"We will add a new member."

In the dining room of the Lost Home, Duncan called all the members on board, including Shirley and others who were helping in the antique shop, and Mr. Morris, who was looking for information in the city-state library, and then solemnly announced the information.

Nina was grabbing a handful of French fries and concentrating on feeding the pigeons. When she heard Uncle Duncan's words, she was stunned and looked up in surprise: "New member?! Who is it?"

"In a sense, she's an acquaintance," Duncan smiled, looking across the table, "You've all seen her, Shirley, and you and Nina even met her not long ago."

Shirley looked a little dazed, and it took several seconds to realize something vaguely, and her expression became brighter visible to the naked eye: "It's hard...could it be that trial..."

"It's her," Duncan nodded lightly, "Judge Fanna will become a new member of the Lost Home, within a day or two."

"Bang!"

A loud noise suddenly came from the dining table. Duncan looked calmly in the direction of the sound, and saw Agou lying on the ground in a state of embarrassment—it was still sitting on the chair next to Shirley a second ago.

In fact, Shirley almost fell off the chair just now, but at this moment she opened her eyes and taught Agou a lesson: "Agou, you scared me!"

"I... I... I'm so stupid, really, Mr. Duncan, what did you just say - that judge?!" Agou got up from the ground in a panic, ignoring Shirley's shouting beside him Xiao Ming looked at Duncan with bloody, empty eyes, "Are you planning to tie that judge here? Ah, of course I don't question your ability, of course you can tie her here, but you want to make that judge give in I'm afraid it won't be easy, she has obviously received very rigorous training, and her mind is full of belief in the Goddess of Storms, I'm afraid it will be difficult to make her become..."

"...Why did you immediately think of tying people to the boat?" Duncan's eyes twitched. "I mean, Fanna will become our new member. When did you say you were going to tie her to the boat?"

"Then how did you get her here if you didn't tie her up?" Agou was astonished. In its "normal logic", it seemed that he couldn't think of any other reason to explain why a city-state judge would suddenly become a new member of the Lost Country, "Oh, Are you going to lock her up on the shore first..."

"Can't it be the normal crew entry and job transfer?" Duncan looked at the other's ugly dog ​​head expressionlessly, "For example, the Deep Sea Church wrote a recommendation letter, and I wrote a personnel entry notice, and then Fanna passed It's a perfectly normal process to become a marine and a chaplain on board—don't you think that makes more sense?"

Agou thought for a while, and felt that once such a "reasonable" thing was put on the Lost Homelander, it would be unbelievably evil. He would rather believe that one day when he opened his eyes on the ship, he would see the Youshen Lord, and he would not believe that the captain just now A series of processes, but after holding back for a long time, it did not dare to speak out the thoughts in its mind.

Because this is Homeless.

The captain was right.

"You're right," Agouwen hung his head in a low voice, "it's very reasonable."

Duncan nodded in satisfaction, then looked at the people on both sides of the table, and added an explanation after a little thought: "This is an agreement between me and the Church of the Deep Sea. She is a ship and will serve me as a crew member until the end of her mission. She has a slightly different identity from you, but when on the ship, everyone abides by the same rules. I hope you can get along with each other in harmony."

"As long as she doesn't bother me," Shirley murmured, "I don't dare to trouble her."

"I still can't imagine how a city-state judge would stay on this ship honestly," Agou also muttered, "I always feel that the days to come will be exciting."

"I'm ready," Morris on the other side of the table nodded lightly. The old scholar looked the most calm (except for Alice who didn't react from the beginning to the end), with a weird smile on his face , "However, she may be very surprised when she sees me...but she will adapt. Fan Na has been a very adaptable child since she was a child."

Nina didn't say much since just now, she just kept thinking about something, and then she suddenly raised her head: "Uncle, do we have to do something next?"

Duncan lowered his head: "Why do you ask so suddenly?"

"Because you specially summoned us to the boat," Nina thought for a while, "Miss Fanna hasn't boarded the boat yet, so you summoned us in advance, so there must be other arrangements?"

Duncan looked at Nina's shining eyes (the depth of the eyes was 6000°C), and after a long while, he smiled and stroked her hair.

"Yeah, something's going to happen—we're heading for Frost."