Vanna came to the prayer room deep in the lower deck crew area. After closing the door, she quickly arranged the ritual space needed for psychic communication!

In the limited conditions of the boundless sea, the ritual site still used materials that could be found on the ship. She replaced the brazier with a large candlestick, her prayer book replaced the necessary monster, and the floor was smeared with a mixture of salt and oil!

She drew the runes of the storm and constructed a sacred site—since it was the second time she had done this, she was not as unfamiliar as last time.

The feeling of being watched suddenly came from the side, causing the inquisitor lady, who was busy arranging the ritual site, to stop suddenly!

She turned her head to look in the direction of the gaze and saw a round mirror hanging on the corner wall of the room. In the mirror, light and shadow rose and fell, and a black-haired lady was curiously looking over!

"Sorry~ I didn't mean to peep at someone else's ritual," Agatha's voice came from the mirror, "I was just attracted by the movement here!"

"It's okay, this is not a secret ritual," Vanna greeted the very special new "crew member" who had recently joined the Forsaken, with considerable generosity, "I'm about to contact the Church Ark!"

"Well, I know, the ritual process of the Church of Death is slightly different, but I can more or less see what you are doing, but..."

Agatha in the mirror said, suddenly pausing with hesitation!

"But what?" Vanna asked suspiciously!

"Is it really okay to arrange the ritual site like this?" Agatha looked at the scene in the cabin with great curiosity. "It's okay to replace the brazier with a candlestick. It's barely acceptable to replace the sacred object with an ordinary prayer book, but using salt grains from the kitchen instead of blessed 'pure salt' and using cooking oil instead of holy oil! Is the Deep Sea Church's ritual so free?"

Vanna was a little embarrassed: "This... mainly the conditions on the ship are limited. The holy oil was used up before, and I forgot to replenish it when I was ashore! But according to experience, there is no problem!"

"Then it seems that you are indeed a saint deeply favored by the goddess."

Agatha couldn't help but sigh, "Most clerics dare not use such a casual way to borrow the power of the gods!"

Vanna's facial muscles twitched a few times, and she could only reply with a straight face: "Um, thank you!"

"Then I won't bother you.

" Agatha in the mirror waved her hand, her figure slowly fading, "I'll go see what Sherry is doing. The captain asked me to supervise her homework." The mirror turned into a mass of darkness, and then gradually returned to a normal reflection!

Vanna looked at the lady in the mirror leaving, and was in a daze for a while. She turned her head and looked at the ritual site she had just arranged seriously, slowly frowning!

"Is it really that makeshift?"

She muttered to herself with some self-doubt, and then bent her finger and flicked it towards the candlestick—the invisible force instantly ignited the candlestick, and the next second it turned into rising and jumping flames, far brighter than normal candlelight. Immediately afterwards, the runes arranged around the ritual site began to crackle, gradually mixed with the rising sound of the sea!

"It's quite useful!" Vanna thought in her heart. In the next second, she gradually sank her spirit, causing her consciousness and senses to gradually immerse themselves in the surrounding surging sound of the sea. The ritual attracted the attention of the gods, the runes borrowed the power of the gods, and Vanna let this power pull her spirit, using it as a medium to call the distant Church Ark, waiting for Pope Helena's response!

Psychic resonance relies on rituals to borrow the power of the four gods, and uses this power to strengthen the originally weak mind of mortals, so as to realize the ability to communicate with clerics who hold the same faith in the distance. This ancient divine art is a skill that every formal cleric must learn. Even with the continuous development of technology today, even if humans have created convenient modern means of communication such as telegraphs and telephones, this kind of remote communication established between clerics is still an important way for distant city-states to communicate information!

Vanna felt that she had entered a long and dark tunnel. Her soul was flying rapidly in the tunnel. The surroundings of the tunnel looked like dark rock formations, but when she passed by rapidly, the "rock formations" seemed to float with hazy wave-like things, looking as if they were about to come alive!

Suppressing distracting thoughts and concentrating her mind to control unnecessary curiosity and impulses of consciousness to touch outwards, Vanna silently recited the rules that she had already memorized by heart, trying to avoid approaching any solid boundaries in this "tunnel." Then, she saw a glimmer of light gradually appearing in front of her!

As with going to the Tomb of the Nameless King, a hazy and illusory space was rapidly being established at the end of the "dark tunnel," and an elegant and dignified figure appeared in her field of vision!

Vanna stopped in front of the figure, and her own illusory shadow quickly stabilized!

"Greetings to you, Your Holiness the Pope!"

"No need to be polite, Vanna, this is not a public occasion."

Helena's phantom returned a salute, and then asked curiously: "Why did you suddenly call me?

Is something wrong on that ship?"

"Everything is normal on the ship, but other major events have occurred."

Vanna took a light breath, tidied up her emotions, and then slowly opened her mouth, "I am conveying a warning from Captain Duncan—the Forsaken is issuing a warning to the entire civilized world!"

The amber light illuminated the old bookshelves and ancient scrolls. On the large walnut desk, delicate alchemical instruments were maintaining a complex chemical reaction.

In the large and simple study, a plump and amiable elf elder was sitting quietly at the desk. He was the leader of the Academy of Truth, Pope Rune of the God of Wisdom, Lahm. The elf elder was watching the alchemical device on the table, but in his eyes, the scene from afar was reflected—

"The Forsaken is issuing a warning to the entire civilized world. We have confirmed the awakening phenomenon of the ancient god, the 'Secluded Saint of the Abyss,' in the deep sea beneath the Frost. This 'awakening' process may recur in any city-state. There is evidence that the flesh and blood of the Secluded Saint of the Abyss exists in all things!" The short and stout, amiable elf elder silently listened to this voice from afar, his expression gradually becoming serious. When the other party finished speaking,

He slowly got up from the desk, walking towards a certain bookshelf at the end of the room while speaking: "Morris, if the most intense part of this news is announced to the outside world, it will be regarded by the entire world as the most terrifying heresy in history. Even the Annihilation Cultists will think this matter is a bit extreme!"

"There is no heresy on the path of truth, teacher. In the 'classics' created by mortals, there are only two kinds: one that has been overthrown, and one that is waiting to be overthrown. This is what you told me!"

Morris's voice sounded steady and powerful, with a restrained sharpness of persistence and courage, which made the elf elder couldn't help but recall many years ago—when this exceptionally talented young human was still a student at the Academy of Truth, he was also seeking all the answers with such persistent questioning, and questioning every question with great courage!

This curiosity and drive, placed on a scholar, seemed fiery and dangerous. Countless talented young people would quickly climb the peak of truth under the impetus of this force, but many of them would be knocked down by the danger of knowledge itself during the climb. Another part would have the opportunity to calm down, and under the protection and guidance of a mentor, learn to suppress their talents, and learn how to cautiously sip the trickling streams of truth!

And a smaller part, outstanding students like Morris, could choose a third path!

Mastering the shooting of various light weapons, the use of cold weapons, demolitions, mystics, self-defense, and comprehensive fighting skills within two years!

They were all the pride of the Academy of Truth and the affiliated martial arts school of the Academy of Truth!

Rune stopped in front of the large bookshelf, reaching out and taking out a logbook from it!

After opening it, he slowly flipped through it, page by page, filled with the smiling faces of former outstanding students!

Their most youthful appearances were left on the magic-containing pages, either standing shyly, or waving to the people outside the book, or making faces, or laughing heartily!

A human youth stood at the classroom door, arms crossed, looking over here with a confident look. Below the black and white image was Morris!

The name Underwood, and the corresponding student record!

"Yes, I taught you that there are only two kinds of mortal classics: those that have been overthrown and those that are waiting to be overthrown. There is no heresy on the path of truth, because true truth does not need human recognition, it is eternal!"

Rune muttered to himself in a low voice, looking at the student on the page with one eye, while the other eye still reflected the student's current appearance—white hair had climbed up his temples, completely different from the energetic young man in the student register!

Human life is too short. Establishing deep relationships with humans is actually a difficult and painful thing for elves!

These friends and students would always age quickly, and then turn into a handful of yellow earth before the elves could react. Memories and farewells often came very abruptly, and every sadness would be late, and filled with irreversible regret!

But Rune was still happy to accept and teach those apprentices from human society!

Because even in their short lives, these apprentices could still erupt with learning abilities that amazed the elves. In Rune's view, the desire for exploration and the possibilities that were born with their short lifespans were extremely valuable traits in the pursuit of truth!

Morris's voice sounded in his mind again: "Captain Duncan believes that it is necessary to inform the four gods churches of all the information we currently have, and only make selective reservations in the process of communicating with the city-states and the Explorer's Association, because the four gods churches have the ability and sufficient knowledge to know how to deal with this warning!"

"That sounds reasonable, but hasn't he thought of another possibility?" Rune said slowly, "The content of this 'warning' is too shocking, even like a more extreme heretical discourse than the Annihilation Cultists' heresy. This will be regarded by the church as hostility, and even be regarded as a new heretical proclamation. For some more conservative clerics… they will not first recognize this as a 'warning,' but will tend to regard this as an attack on their faith!"

"He doesn't care!"

"Oh?"

"The storm is coming, and thunder warns first—but the thunder itself does not care whether mortals have hidden away, that is the captain's attitude!"

"Reasonable!"