Deep Sea Ember

Chapter 68 The Reliable Pigeon Express

A cool sea breeze suddenly blew across the deck, causing Captain Lawrence, who had just walked from the interior to the outside, to rub his arms subconsciously - but he didn't know if the feeling of getting goosebumps was because of the cool sea breeze or because of what the young inquisitor had told him.

Anomaly 099, the puppet coffin, after losing control, not only has the ability to move and the tendency to get out of trouble, but also can continuously expand its sphere of influence, and constantly check the humanoid targets within the range, and carry out unconditional decapitation, only saints can resist this almost causal decapitation effect......

For the past half month of the journey, he and his crew had been dealing with this dangerous anomaly day and night—although in fact there was no danger in this escort trip except for the final encounter with the Lost Land, but in retrospect, he still felt a little scared.

However, it was just a fear.

He is a member of the Explorers' Association, a veteran ocean explorer, and his job is to deal with the boundless sea—unlike fishermen who only operate in safe offshore areas, he has spent most of his sailing career dealing with all kinds of anomalies and even anomalies.

When undertaking an abnormal transportation task, the authorities or churches will inform the authorities of the dangers of the transportation process in advance, and this part is often the shortest part of the entire commission contract, usually with only one article: this task is fatally dangerous, and the specific details cannot be disclosed.

Every captain who is fighting between city-states knows what he is facing, and more than half of them are entangled in this deadly career in their later years - dealing with the boundless sea all year round, anomalies and visions will always leave something in your destiny.

Many of his colleagues of similar age have retired, either trapped in uninterrupted nightmares, mental problems caused by various degrees of curses, or left behind physical disabilities during the voyage...... Or worse.

The captains and sailors on ocean-going ships have high incomes far beyond the imagination of the city-state residents, and they also have "occupational diseases" that far exceed any occupation.

Captain Lawrence felt that he was not a noble person, he did this mainly to make money, of course, he also had a passion for exploring the sea when he was young, but like most people, the passion of youth is difficult to accompany for a lifetime, and now...... He felt that it was time to burn out this enthusiasm.

While you are still in good spirits, and while the boundless sea is not yet entangled in your fate, find a time to retire.

Lawrence sighed slightly, turned around and walked slowly in the direction of the captain's room.

Before the priests could leave the White Oak, he would be transferred to the church with everyone for quarantine observation and a series of spiritual evaluations.

His gaze swept over the familiar shipboard facilities around him.

It's a very good ship, and it's new, and it's only been five years since I took charge of it, in the words of the captains of the Boundless Sea,"The captain and the ship's wedding date have not yet passed", to be honest, I am a little reluctant to retire.

But it is better to retire now than to die on a future voyage or spend the rest of your life in a madhouse.

……

In the lower part of the city-state, in the old Duncan antique store, the middle-aged man lying on the bed on the second floor slowly opened his eyes, and the slightly old and moldy ceiling was reflected into Duncan's field of vision.

"Huh......"

Duncan exhaled softly, feeling the perception coming from this body quickly clear and stabilizing, feeling his control of this body from remote control to direct mastery, and after two or three seconds of slowing down, he pushed himself up with his arms.

The pigeon Ai flew over, grinding its mouth shell at the head of his bed, and shouted: "Honey, welcome home, do you eat first, take a shower first, or ......"

Duncan was about to stretch his waist, so that the pigeon was directly stretched out with a sentence, and he slapped Ai on the head at that time: "How can you have any words?!"

Ai was obviously not an ordinary bird, and after being slapped by Duncan, he took two steps briskly to the side as if nothing was wrong, and continued to shout in his mouth: "Only one punch was punched, and it was hitting the nose, causing blood to burst out, and the nose was tilted halfway, but it was like opening an oil sauce ......."

Duncan directly put aside the abnormal bird and ignored it, got up from the bed and looked at the table not far away.

On the table, there were all kinds of test items he had prepared on the Lost Home:

sun talismans, daggers, cheese, cannonballs, and a salted fish.

Everything is complete, so many messy and unrelated things are put together, and Ai Yi does not have the phenomenon of "losing packets".

This pigeon is actually more reliable than he imagined.

Duncan stepped forward to confirm everything on the table, and after confirming that the items were complete and undamaged, he couldn't help but look back at the pigeon pacing on the bed, and a little praise still appeared in his heart for the bird.

Then he saw Ai pacing in all directions at the head of the bed, and at this time he had already carried it to "When Luda looked at it, he saw Zheng Tu standing on the ground"......

Duncan: "......"

He hid the praise in his heart, then sat down at the table and began to check the situation of the "goods" one by one.

The first is the Sun Talisman, which has not changed - as an extraordinary item that has been completely transformed and controlled by the fire of the spiritual body, it still quietly flows with docile power flowing in its body, and two consecutive spiritual walks do not seem to affect the nature of this item.

The dagger that did not possess extraordinary attributes looked unchanged, except for the ancient style, its blade was still sharp, and the scabbard was well maintained.

Duncan's eyes fell on the piece of cheese he had brought out of the Lost Homeland's kitchen.

The cheese was unusual, still in its inedible state, not as quickly rotted or disappeared out of thin air as Duncan had imagined.

He looked at the cannonball again—the cannonball sat quietly on the table, unresponsive to the captain's gaze.

Duncan pushed the cannonball, knocking on its cast-iron casing.

The

extraordinary character faded from the shell.

Of course, this does not mean that each shell has an independent "thinking", but that the entire ammunition system of the ship has a unified "consciousness" under control, and as a "subunit" of this consciousness, the shells on the Lost Homeland will even immediately adjust their position and accept "review" when they are watched by the captain.

According to Duncan's observations for a period of time, the force part of the Lost Homeland should be controlled by two "consciousnesses", one is the ammunition system, and the other is dozens of guns below deck, which should be responsible for loading and firing during combat, and control every "member" in their respective systems.

The shell in front of him obviously broke away from the control of its upper consciousness as it left the Homeless and became an ordinary piece of iron.

Duncan thought about it.

If this shell is brought back, will it become a member of the ammunition depot again? Will the Lost Homeland still "recognize" this "sub-unit" that has gone and returned?

His thinking extended further - the ammunition on the Lost Homeland is limited, and the shells fired will not come back (the eight shells used to press the warehouse for Alice have not returned), so ...... Can the ammunition on the ship be replenished? How did the new ammunition replenished become a "sub-unit" of the Lost Homeland?

The idea is extended a little further: Can the Lost Homeland upgrade its artillery system? More advanced cannons, more advanced shells, can these things be used on that ship?

The

Lost Homeland is a ghost ship, which is destined to be difficult for it to easily supply and ...... "improvements" like ordinary ships, and the things carried on board are only "foreign items".

But if there is a way to turn these things into part of the Lost Home...... That ghost ship may exert more power.

At the same time, have better living conditions.

Duncan couldn't help but think a lot about this.

The more he came into contact with the modern city-state of Prade, the more he could feel that the Lost Homeland a century ago was not as glamorous and perfect as its fame -

the ship may have strange and terrifying power, but it didn't even have an electric light, no fries, its weapon system was still an old muzzle gun, it was hard to say how powerful it was, and there were no fries, although the sail of the spirit body was easy to use, it was obviously good to have a steam engine as a backup power, but there was not even a boiler to boil hot water on the ship.

And there were no fries.

Duncan silently glanced at the pigeon that had jumped onto the windowsill and looked at the outside in a daze.

The

pigeon turned his head and looked at him with mung bean eyes: "Go to the pier to order some fries?"

"Shut up, don't mention the fries." Duncan rejected the pigeon with a subtle mood, and then focused on the last item.

Salted fish, a pure natural food processed from delicious gifts caught in the deep sea, tastes pretty good, and belongs to the "items other than the Lost Home".

After

experiencing walking in the spirit world, this salted fish looks like it hasn't changed much.

Let's stew it for Nina

at night.