Helena confirmed with Vanna several times to make sure she wasn't hallucinating.

"So, you're saying that Duncan Abernathy, the Shadow of Subspace, the master of the Vanishing, after the Frost event, began rebuilding that 'Vanishing Fleet,' and his first action was... to have you exploit loopholes to get permits for his new ships?"

Vanna looked embarrassed, and her tone was hesitant, but she still had to nod stiffly. "Yes... that's what he told me."

"And the purpose of him having you get these permits is to allow the new members of the Vanishing Fleet to continue running cargo on the Boundless Sea?"

"......Yes, that's what he told me."

Helena looked up at the direction where Anomaly 004 had sunk into the ground, then at Vanna standing in front of her, then looked up again. After scanning back and forth several times, she finally couldn't help but say, "The Tomb of the Nameless King even updated the anomaly list today! Because of Duncan Abernathy's actions, this world now has three more unnumbered anomalies! The Four Gods Church will be plunged into busyness, and we may need a lot of manpower and time to figure out what those unnumbered anomalies mean—including that 'Vanishing Fleet'!"

"Yes," Vanna said, lowering her head, "but... he really hopes that the Deep Sea Church can issue a special permit for the White Oak."

Helena tilted her head back and quietly stared into Vanna's eyes.

Vanna lowered her head, trying to express her current embarrassment and guilt through her posture. However, her efforts in posture were almost ineffective.

After all, the Pope was 1.7 meters tall, and she was nearly 1.9 meters tall. Helena quietly took two steps back.

"Two things," the female Pope seemed to take a light breath. Her expression was calm, and she returned to her usual graceful demeanor, and said to Vanna, "First, you cannot issue this permit. Even though you still officially hold the title of Inquisitor and Saint, you are also a member of the Vanishing, which doesn't comply with the rules of recusal, Vanna, you should understand this."

An embarrassed and regretful look immediately appeared on Vanna's face, and she subconsciously opened her mouth, "Then the second thing..."

Helena closed her eyes slightly, as if gathering her thoughts. "The second thing... I'll sign the permit."

Vanna seemed to not react for a moment, staring wide-eyed at the female Pope in front of her.

Helena didn't seem to notice the momentary surprise and doubt on Vanna's face. She just took a breath and said lightly, "So, what kind of permit do you think Duncan Abernathy would like?"

Vanna continued to stare blankly.

She only heard the Pope's voice continue to come, "The permit will be ready soon. I will pray in the Storm Cathedral and listen to the goddess's revelations. If there are no problems, this permit will be sent to you in a mystical way. Maintain the ritual site on your side and wait for news."

As the last word fell, Helena's figure had gradually dimmed and gradually disappeared in the assembly square.

Deep in the Boundless Sea, in a secret route twisted and concealed by transcendent power, the towering and solemn Cathedral Arkship was slowly cruising through the civilized territory.

The steam core outputted surging power, and sacred steam condensed into persistent clouds in the sky above the Cathedral Arkship. Melodious chimes rang, announcing the successful conclusion of a psychic gathering.

In the deepest "lower hold" of the Cathedral Arkship, submerged in the Boundless Sea, braziers blazed, and the firelight dispelled darkness and shadows. The female Pope, standing between the two braziers, slowly opened her eyes.

The graceful lady took a deep breath, and a complex and tangled expression appeared on her face. Almost at the same time, an old and hoarse voice entered her ears, "Oh, you look like you have something on your mind, little girl."

Helena raised her head and glanced not far away. The flickering firelight illuminated the place, and one could see a "pillar" seemingly woven from intertwined blood vessels and nerves standing in the dim depths. Various artificial pipes and electrodes were connected to those thick nerve cords, and there were flickers of faint light, sometimes bright and sometimes dim.

"Are you always awake?" Helena composed herself and politely spoke to the mythical beast.

"I don't want to be, but it's too noisy," the beast carrying the Cathedral Arkship spoke, "It's always noisy every time you use that psychic channel thing for gatherings, and it's especially noisy today."

"......I'm sorry, something happened, and I'm not very calm this time," Helena said, "Next, I need to pray and seek revelations from the goddess."

"You have something you want to discuss with the Queen?" The old and hoarse voice sounded, "Alright, I won't disturb you. I hope you can hear a clearer answer this time, and please say hello to the Queen for me."

Helena hummed, then turned around, faced the brazier closest to her, closed her eyes, and began to concentrate on praying.

In the vast, dim space, silence enveloped the surroundings, and time seemed to stop flowing. Only the light and shadows in the brazier jumped, as if constructing an exchange across the veil in the invisible—after an unknown amount of time, Helena finally ended her prayer and slowly opened her eyes.

She frowned, and it seemed that the feeling of this prayer was somewhat different from usual.

The revelation from the goddess... was as vague as ever, but in the hazy "guidance," there seemed to be something mixed in, something like... emotions.

She couldn't tell what that vague and unfamiliar feeling was, but after thinking for a long time with her head lowered, she still confirmed the main part of the revelation: it was permission and recognition.

So Helena took a breath, then turned her head to look at the nerve cord covered with pipes, cables, and electrodes, "The goddess has sent down a revelation, and I also conveyed your greetings by the way."

There was no response from her ear—the Leviathan beast carrying the ark seemed to have fallen asleep again.

Helena was used to this. After saying hello, she casually grabbed in the darkness beside her—a blank permit appeared out of thin air in her hand.

After briefly confirming that she had not taken the wrong document, the female Pope picked up a pen, signed her name and some necessary information with a few strokes, and then she walked to the brazier closest to her, lowered her head and silently recited the corresponding prayer, and threw the document into the fire.

In the blink of an eye, the document and certificate with her name written on it were swallowed by the flames, turning into specks of light dust and dissipating into the real world.

Vanna opened her eyes in the cabin, and as soon as she regained consciousness, she subconsciously gasped for breath.

The crudely constructed ritual site was indeed not as good as the "Tidal Chamber" in the cathedral. When she returned, the feeling of being submerged in seawater was particularly strong, even making this Storm Saint a little uncomfortable.

But at least this psychic gathering was successfully completed.

Vanna took a few breaths, calmed herself, sorted out the process of this gathering in her mind, and prepared to patiently wait for Pope Helena's reply, and the "permit" that would most likely be delivered to her in a "mystical" way.

In theory, the Pope's side would need to carry out a series of prayer rituals to prepare the permit—even if the "inspecting the ship" step was omitted for various reasons, the prayer to the goddess was still indispensable.

However, the next second, when the corner of her eye swept across the temporary altar that had been hastily set up earlier, Vanna's expression suddenly froze.

The several thick candles that served as ritual braziers had unexpectedly burned out at some point. The candlesticks, which in theory could burn for the whole day, now only had piles of ashes and candle tears left, and in the last wisp of dissipating blue smoke, a "permit" still emitting a faint light dust was quietly lying on the floor.

So fast?

Vanna frowned, and took a look at the documents, carefully flipping through the contents.

A standardized permit, which recorded the basic information of the White Oak and the transcendent factors involved, as well as the church's seal, an original permit and a copy of the permit for presentation during regular customs inspections.

Pope Helena's name was signed on them.

There was no problem with the documents - and there couldn't be any problems.

It was just too fast. She had just returned from the gathering site, and the documents had already been delivered.

Vanna held the documents and certificates and checked them carefully for a long time. After a while, she suddenly heard a voice in her mind, it was the voice of Pope Helena—

"The things Captain Duncan wanted have been sent out through the 'Mystical Rite'."

Vanna glanced at the things in her hand and dismissed the small doubts in her heart: "Yes, I have received it." Then she took a breath, thanked and bid farewell to the Pope, and then put away the documents and hurriedly left the cabin.

Duncan was still waiting on the deck—when Vanna appeared on the deck in a hurry, he smiled on his face: "You've been gone for a long time, was the gathering successful?"

"The gathering was... successful," Vanna hesitated. The first thing that came to her mind was the three "unnumbered anomalies" that appeared on the parchment she brought back from Anomaly 004. With a complex mood, she glanced at the "person concerned" who was smiling in front of her, and then handed over the permit that had just been passed from the Storm Cathedral, "But you should take a look at this first, the permit you wanted."

"Permit?" Duncan was stunned for a moment. He did tell Vanna about this, but he didn't expect that the other party would take out the permit after returning from the gathering. Such incredible efficiency made him a little dazed.

But he still reached out and took the documents and certificates, and casually scanned the documents while sighing: "Your efficiency is really good... do you carry these things with you?"

"This... actually things are a bit complicated," Vanna said with an embarrassed look, "These things were not signed by me, but by Her Eminence Helena, she heard about..."

She was interrupted by Duncan halfway through her words, and the latter suddenly raised his head: "Wait, who did you say signed this?"

Vanna was stunned. She didn't know why the captain had such a big reaction: "It's... Her Eminence Helena, is there any problem?"

Duncan didn't answer. He just looked into Vanna's eyes. After a long time, he lowered his head again and stared at the words on the permit.

His eyes fell on the seal at the end of the certificate. Signer - Gomona.

Documents, original certificate, copy, three signatures. All the same.