Chapter 372 Deep Sea Drifting

On the way back to the Cathedral, Agatha was preoccupied.

Confirming the correctness of this exploration direction was, for her, at least good news. However, the identity of that mysterious existence remained shrouded in mystery, which kept her uneasy—of course, it could now be determined that that existence was friendly towards Frost City, but as the leader of the city's guardians, she had to look at things in the long term.

The gaze of any high-level transcendent upon the mortal world was not without reason. In a sense, they themselves were a kind of disturbance with a substantial impact. How long would that mysterious being continue to watch over this place? What long-term impact would his prolonged stay here have on Frost?

Would the people living in the city change under this influence? Did that being know about this influence himself? Or was he… indifferent to it?

The small steam core emitted a low, powerful roar, and the mechanically driven vehicle drove through the ancient streets of the city. The scenery on both sides of the road gradually receded in the corner of her vision. The car drove past another intersection, and its speed slowed down slightly.

Her subordinate's voice came from the front passenger seat:

Agatha raised her head, her gaze passing through the car window, looking in the direction of the Cathedral.

The Silent Cathedral quietly overlooked the entire city as usual.

The center of Frost was a mountain, a roughly conical mountain, towering over the heart of the city. Beneath it lay the Boiling Gold Mine, which brought endless wealth to the city, while the Silent Cathedral and the City Hall were located on the top of that mountain—two large buildings standing side by side at the highest point of the city, visible from any corner of the city.

At least one of them could be seen.

The Cathedral was majestic and solemn, looking quite holy against the background of the sky. The City Hall opposite it was also a rather magnificent building—in the Queen's era half a century ago, it was actually a palace. According to formal records, its name was, but most people would directly call it the Queen's Palace.

In that era, which had been regarded as taboo, the Winter Court and the Silent Cathedral overlooked the city like a pair of twins. Classical stories full of fantasy depicted them as two symbolic guardian forces—the Church guarded the city's night, and the Royal Family guarded the city's day. The two supported each other and supported each other.

But in reality, the situation was similar now. The worldly power represented by the City Hall still guarded the city—it was just that the Queen's era had ended.

Agatha was a little distracted. Unconsciously, she stared at that mountain, the mountain she had seen countless times, and the two buildings on the mountain like a crown. She looked at them as if they were two giant beasts standing on the top of the mountain, and the large and small houses and factories arranged along the mountain seemed like blood overflowing from the giant beasts, winding along the mountain.

She felt a stinging pain in her eyes.

Her subordinate's voice came from the front again. Agatha suddenly woke up from her trance. She blinked, feeling as if a slight buzzing remained in her ears, but the next second, this remaining buzzing quietly disappeared along with the memory of just now.

It's really worrying. I must confirm it with my own eyes."

The steam core roared happily again, and the car made a beautiful arc at the intersection and drove onto the road to the sewage treatment center.

The sky was covered with thick clouds, and the dim light of the sky floated weakly in the clouds, appearing chaotic and unclear. In the distance was the endless sea, and some thin mist floating on the sea.

Lawrence stood at the bow of the White Oak, frowning and looking at the distant scenery—the scenery had not changed for a long time.

He turned his head again and saw that the sea in the other direction was also just an endless sea. He could not see other ships, let alone the踪影 of a certain city.

The cold wind blew across the deck, stirring the corners of his clothes and the white hair on his temples. Lawrence's frown had not relaxed for a long time.

He suddenly turned his head and asked the first mate standing beside him.

The first mate immediately said,

Lawrence looked solemn, looked up at the chaotic sky, and then seemed to suddenly remember something,

The first mate nodded, his expression also quite serious,

Lawrence took a light breath: "What about the content?"

The first mate slowly said,

Lawrence frowned and remained silent. After a moment of silence, the first mate muttered in a low voice:

Lawrence said in a low voice,

The first mate looked back at the deck, where sailors could be seen busy with their own work in their respective positions,

Lawrence did not speak, but raised his head and looked at the chaotic sky again.

The first mate noticed the captain's somewhat strange action and couldn't help but ask:

Lawrence rubbed his forehead, feeling a little恍惚 in his head for some reason, as if he had forgotten something very important,

Lawrence closed his eyes again and opened them, thinking about what he had forgotten, and said to himself,

The first mate was stunned and subconsciously said:

As Lawrence spoke, his speed became faster and faster. Then he seemed to think of something and suddenly turned around and ran towards the captain's room.

The first mate was at a loss, but still instinctively followed the captain's footsteps. He followed Lawrence back to the captain's room, and then saw the latter rummaging through the room, and finally couldn't help but say:

Lawrence said quickly while rummaging through his room, and a strong impression was gradually reviving in his mind. He felt that he was about to remember it, that he was about to know what he was looking for... Suddenly, his gaze fell on the table not far away.

A small instrument was placed there, consisting of a telescope tube and some strange rulers.

Lawrence slowly walked over, picked up the small instrument with some doubt, and struggled to recall its function.

After a moment, he thoughtfully took the small instrument and left the room, came to the deck outside, and under the first mate's puzzled gaze, he raised the instrument, placed it in front of his eyes, and aimed it at the sky.

The first mate asked curiously.

Lawrence slowly put down the instrument.

A faint green light seemed to flash in his eyes, but not only did he not notice it himself, but even the first mate standing opposite him did not notice it.

The old captain only had confusion and consternation on his face—he looked at the first mate for a few seconds before slowly opening his mouth in a hoarse voice:

The first mate slowly widened his eyes, as if some memories or impressions were awakening in his mind.

Lawrence turned his head again, looking at the chaotic clouds, and the hazy and dim light behind the clouds, which could not be seen from the source—the light seemed to be evenly diffused, and there was no clear, strong light body in the clouds.

He withdrew his gaze, his eyes staring straight at his first mate:

The first mate could only repeat the captain's words in confusion: "Where has the sun gone?"

Lawrence muttered softly,

The first mate slowly raised his head, looking at the vast sea outside the舷, his eyes filled with confusion and fear.

But suddenly, he seemed to discover something.

A piece of land appeared on the sea.

It was a small island.