Deep Sea Embers

In all fairness, Duncan was really sincere at this time-he admired this tough-willed and straightforward judge, and appreciated her performance in that disaster, and even if he put aside this appreciation, he still cherished all Na this special "node".

If it weren't for enough coincidences, it would not be so easy to place such a "node" among the top members of the church, and it would be even more difficult to establish the most basic "friendship" with it.

Fan Na is very straightforward, but this straightforwardness determines that she will not deny Duncan's achievements in protecting Purand, and determines that no matter how awkward she is personally, she will treat this "big favor" fairly.

It's just that Duncan's sincerity is more or less scary to others.

A connection that cannot be broken like a curse, a subspace shadow that can invade one's thinking at any time, a superior existence that is powerful enough to reverse the pollution of history but has no clear purpose—that is, Fan Na has a firm will, and it would be San if she changed her mind. Check has gone through several rounds.

Fan Na made up her mind, she met Duncan's gaze without evasion, her heart was still full of vigilance, rationally, she still couldn't believe every word this "ghost captain" said to her, even if the other party really said it. She sheltered Prand, and there might be a more terrifying conspiracy behind this act of shelter—because similar conspiracies abound in history, but emotionally...

Her feelings are telling herself not to trust reason too much.

"...What exactly do you want?" Fan Na took a light breath, and she once again expressed doubts, but this time, her doubts were not pure resistance and vigilance, but more serious— ——She wants to have a serious talk with this legendary captain and listen carefully to what the other party wants to say. Even if she is not a friend, she can temporarily not be an enemy.

After saying this, she paused, and then added: "Stop talking about 'the whole order of French fries'...I want to hear something serious."

"...Actually, 'a whole order of French fries' means seriousness," Duncan said helplessly, "if possible, there will be plenty of ketchup."

Fanna: "...?"

"I'm improving the food on my ship, isn't that obvious?" Duncan laughed suddenly, all of Vanna's reactions did not exceed his expectations, and then he walked around in the mirror, as if sitting on something , continued in a very relaxed manner, "Fan Na, what do you think a captain like me is usually doing?"

"What do you usually do?" Fan Na was taken aback. She didn't notice that the conversation had changed from a tense atmosphere to... peaceful. After the figure in the mirror sat down, the follow-up topic seemed to be two friends. In a casual conversation, "I... never thought about this problem..."

"Yeah, you don't think about it, all people don't think about these issues, because a scary ghost captain only needs to be in charge of 'scary', and I better be 24 hours a day. Conspiracy, so that it is more in line with the human design-but in reality?"

As Duncan said, he spread his hands.

"I have a very, very big boat to take care of, and there are a lot of troublesome guys on that boat, and my 'crew' often makes troubles, and every time it makes the deck jump around for a long time, it fails. Food on the Xiang is another headache, but the bigger problem is the supply of hot water. I am thinking of installing a boiler on the ship recently. Do you have any recommendations?"

"I don't know much about the boiler... Wait, no, it's not this," Fan Na subconsciously said, and she felt that something was wrong just halfway through her words. She widened her eyes and looked at the ghost in the mirror who seemed to be smiling but not smiling. The captain always felt that the other party's smile was full of teasing and... teasing, "Why did you tell me this all of a sudden? And... uh... are you serious?"

Duncan adjusted his posture, looked into Fanna's eyes, and his expression gradually became serious: "Fanna, have you noticed——I'm not as scary as you imagined, the unknown is the source of fear, now, what do you have for me? I must understand."

Fan Na didn't say a word for a while, because she couldn't keep up with the captain's rhythm at all, and she didn't know how to answer at this moment.

But after a moment of silence, she still exhaled softly and tried to change the subject: "... You took away the sun shards, and you have cleared another major hidden danger in the city-state of Purand. I also agree with this matter." It’s time to say thank you.”

The corner of Duncan's mouth trembled subtly: "...It's easy to do, I have a hobby of collecting."

But in fact, what he wanted to say was that he had just sent the sun fragments back to Pland-although Nina wanted to spend the night on the boat excitedly at first, but later she found that she couldn't sleep unless she went home. stable...

Duncan was afraid that when he said these words, he would be confronted with a jump...

Fan Na didn't notice the instant change of the other party's expression, she just nodded lightly, and continued: "Now the order in the city-state has been gradually restored, and the aftermath of the pollution caused by the missionaries has completely subsided, and those who summoned the black sun The cultists...have become burnt firewood as they wished, and I hope you are satisfied with the result."

"It's okay, anyway, they will pop up sooner or later," Duncan said casually, "Heretic worshipers are the breath of evil gods, and as long as those 'roots' are not eliminated, the cultists will not be eliminated-see you next time Just keep cleaning it up."

Fanna listened thoughtfully to every word Duncan said, and the expression on her face was only a little curious: "It sounds...you have a bad relationship with those cult worshipers."

"You want to inquire about some information," Duncan smiled, "because this is a rare opportunity in the past hundred years to have a direct understanding of 'Captain Duncan' and the Lost Country—but you can ask directly."

Fan Na was at a loss for words for a moment, and the expression on her face became awkward, but soon, she heard the ghost captain's frank reply in the mirror: "I don't like those heretics, neither the Sun Cultists nor the Final Missionaries. I like it, as for the Annihilation Cultists who worship the Lord of the Deep... I don't know much about it, but most of them should also be lunatics who annoy me.

"So you can report this matter directly, saying that the Lost Homelander and the three major cults are enemies, and if conditions permit, Captain Duncan will be happy to destroy any cultist who appears in front of him—this Intelligence should be useful."

"...Thank you for your answer." Fan Na hesitated for a moment, but still nodded seriously.

"Is there anything else you want to know?" Duncan asked again.

Fan Na pursed her lips.

Of course there is, but she doesn't know if it's the right choice to ask the ghost captain on the opposite side when it comes to issues involving her own beliefs being shaken and subspace.

In the end, she still did not talk about her confusion and wavering at the moment, but asked a question related to herself: "...I want to know whether the subspace will respond to the wishes of mortals—and the answer to this question What kind of price is required."

Fan Na specifically mentioned the "price" at the end, because she knew very well that this question was completely different from the conversation she had just had with the other party.

The conversation just now did not involve knowledge in the supernatural domain, but now this question...is seeking forbidden knowledge from a shadow returning from the subspace, which is already a dangerous move.

She wasn't afraid to pay the price, but she wanted to know what the price was.

"Don't be so nervous, it doesn't cost anything," Duncan in the mirror laughed, "because I really don't know them well."

Fan Na: "...Huh?"

"Why does everyone think that I know a lot of secrets about the subspace?" Duncan rubbed his forehead helplessly, "It is true that I have been to that place, but I am not conducting a census in the subspace—you You live on the block and you know everyone on the block?"

Fan Na nodded: "I know."

Duncan: "..."

Fan Na realized it all at once, and added a little embarrassedly and belatedly: "Of course, there may be people who are not so familiar... Well, I understand what you mean."

"Although there is no way to answer your question, I can see that this problem is related to your bad state just now." Duncan resumed his serious look, "You were entangled by something in the subspace? "

Fan Na looked at Duncan in the mirror with a strange expression.

Duncan thought for a while, and added: "I mean except me..."

"I don't know." Fan Na shook her head, then she opened her mouth again as if she wanted to say something, but she still didn't say it at the last moment.

"Well, it seems that you still have some concerns, I can understand," Duncan didn't care, "but if it's really something in the subspace that's troubling you, you can ask me for help—at least in this field, I I can help you."

Fan Na fell silent, and after nearly ten seconds, she suddenly broke the silence: "Why?"

"Are you asking me why I am willing to help you?" Duncan's voice sounded from the mirror. To Fanna, it was still majestic and even a bit gloomy, but it seemed to be a little more gentle and sincere at the moment, "Maybe because I once Let's fight side by side, Prand - Fanna, I appreciate your perseverance and bravery."

The figure in the mirror stood up.

The ghost captain seemed ready to leave.

Fan Na immediately breathed a sigh of relief. In fact, she couldn't tell whether she was being vigilant or cautious at the moment or pure nervousness was causing the trouble, but the other party's intention to leave did make her suddenly relax a little.

But just when Duncan's figure was about to completely disappear from the mirror, she seemed to remember something, and said suddenly: "Wait, there is one more thing."

Duncan turned his face slightly: "Huh?"

"After that..." Fan Na was a little stuck, and she organized her words before speaking with a little hesitation, "I mean, if you still plan to 'appear', can you stop being so sudden..."

Duncan didn't respond, his face was shrouded in the shadow deep in the mirror, no expression could be seen.

After a few seconds, Fan Na heard the other party's voice: "Next time I will knock on the door."