Those messy and broken memories are like a flash of light suddenly bursting out in the darkness. The flash of light reflects countless shadowy things that have been hidden. Although they are fragmented and incomplete, some kind of intuition wells up from deep inside. But Gawain instantly realized what it was -
That was the mysterious record of the voyage, or in other words, part of the record of the voyage!
Victoria's voice faded away somewhat ethereally, but Gawain's consciousness had already been immersed in the depths of the picture that had begun to dissipate.
He "saw" an unknown beach. The beach was rugged and desolate, with twists and turns of cliffs and gravel-covered steep slopes extending from a distance. On the other side, the sea was gentle. Ups and downs, fine waves hit the rocks near the beach one after another. The glow of dawn is rising from the sea level. The faintly magnificent sunlight shines on the cliffs and steep slopes, plating the whole world with golden light. .
There is a huge three-masted ship parked on the sea in the distance. The hull is wide and the hull is covered with runes and mysterious lines. The marks of the storm and the ocean show that it belongs to the Church of Storms. Stopping smoothly on the gentle undulating sea, the fine waves cannot shake it at all.
Gawain "walked" into this memory. He found himself standing on the beach, surrounded by many shadowy figures - those figures were shrouded in hazy black mist, making it difficult to see their faces. While chatting about the voyage and the weather, every sound brought a vague sense of familiarity to Gawain, but he couldn't even recall a corresponding name.
It was as if these names had been completely erased from his subconscious. Even if he recalled some memory fragments, he could not regain them.
Memory cannot be disturbed or modified, and Gawain does not know how to turn these shadowy black figures into clear shapes. He can only follow the guidance of memory and continue to "walk" deeper.
The time to set off seems to have arrived.
I don’t know when a boarding boat appeared on the beach. Gawain and the figures covered in black mist boarded it and sailed towards the big ship in the distance.
The sun is gradually jumping out of the sea, the darkness has almost completely receded, and the scene on the sea is becoming clearer and clearer, but even so, there is still a lantern with a vague outline hanging on the front end of the boat. The seemingly unnecessary lantern was swaying on the bow of the ship, as if it was dispelling some kind of darkness that did not exist - Gawain's eyes were involuntarily attracted to the blurry light, and the sounds of people talking around him then entered his ears:
"...This is probably the last voyage of the 'Storm Son'...I hope everything goes well..."
"It will go well, It has the best pilot priests, many pilot priests, and the final blessing..."
"But the pilots may also be lost in the depths of the ocean... Now everyone has lost their shelter, and the sea The people are no exception."
"It doesn't matter, there are...protecting them.The minds of the priests, and even if one goes crazy... there will always be another one to take his place. "
"What if they all go crazy? "
"...Then all we have left is courage..."
"Ha, it looks like the situation is not bad. ”
Someone laughed heartily, and the laughter was as open and rich as the waves. Gawain “saw” himself laughing in memory, and these laughing people took advantage of it. Walking in the boarding boat and facing the first light of dawn, it seemed that he was heading for a feast worth looking forward to, but a word came to Gawain's mind: go to the dead.
After a moment of confusion. , he realized that this word was not what he thought of, it came from the deepest memory of Gawain Cecil, and was the most profound feeling that the pioneer seven hundred years ago had before boarding the big ship——< /p>
Then the picture shattered, followed by a relatively long period of darkness and intricate and chaotic light and shadow.
Gawain thought that was all he could see, but after a period of darkness. Later, this memory actually had a follow-up -
A three-masted sailboat stopped near the coastline, and Gawain recognized it as the one preparing to go to sea in the previous memory.
< p>However, compared with the beautiful and spectacular appearance when it set off, the ship was now in devastation - most of the runes protecting the ship's hull were extinguished, a mast was broken at the waist, and the broken sails were dragged like a shroud. Outside the ship's side, the magically blessed wooden deck and hull were covered with shocking cracks and holes, as if the entire ship was on the verge of disintegration.It seemed to have suffered more than one terrible disaster. The storm, the storm, made it shaky. If there wasn't a very weak and thin light curtain covering the outside of the hull, blocking the turbulent water and barely maintaining the hull structure, I'm afraid it would have disintegrated and sunk before it got close to the coastline.
As soon as his vision flashed, Gawain found himself sitting on the small boat again, but this time, the small boat had left the big ship and was approaching the coast.
The huge sun had set. Deep in the sky, the bright red and dazzling sunset light splashed out from the side of the cliff and onto the sparkling sea. The thousands of miles of sea waves seemed to be soaked in blood, all the way into people's hearts.
The hazy light. The lantern was still hanging on the bow of the boat, swaying against the setting sun, as if it was dispelling some invisible darkness.
Except for Gawain himself, there were only three figures left on the boat. The seats... were all vacant.
No one spoke, the atmosphere was terribly dull, and as a passerby in memory, Gawain could not take the initiative to break the silence.
Until Xiao Xiao. When the boat was approaching the shore, a figure broke the silence with a voice: "We're almost there. ”
Someone next to me echoed: “Yes, it’s almost there.” "
"There is always a time of separation," said the third figure. Although the figure was hazy, his eyes seemed to be falling on Gawain, "The situation is not bad, at least you came back alive. ”
Gawain felt his throat move. Overlapping with his memory, he heard a familiar yet unfamiliar voice coming from "his" mouth: "You have paid a huge sacrifice."
"...It was expected. I just didn't expect that the ocean would be such a dangerous place when it completely lost its protection..." A figure said, "As for our sacrifice...don't take it to heart, and we In comparison, the sacrifice you made is equally huge."
Gawain Cecil's voice was low and solemn: "I hope it's all worth it."
The first one before. The figure who spoke shook his head: "There is no question of whether it is worth it or not. There is only whether to do it or not. We are small creatures, so we may only be able to do some small things, but compared to sitting back and waiting for death, it is always better to take active actions." It makes more sense."
A figure next to him was joking: "Ha, 'Philosopher', you forcefully say such profound words again!"
However, the nickname seemed to be funny. The shadow of the "philosopher" did not speak again, seeming to have been lost in thought.
There was a period of silence after that. In the silence, the boat finally docked, and the four people jumped onto the land, looking at each other in silence for a while.
This time it was Gawain Cecil who broke the silence first: "Have you ever thought about what will happen next?"
"I can't think of it yet," A figure shook his head, "...has dispersed. At least...find...the compatriots are..."
The sounds and images in the memory suddenly became intermittent, and the surrounding light also changed. It was flickering, and Gawain knew that this fragmented memory had finally come to an end. He tried to concentrate on distinguishing every syllable that he could hear clearly. He heard a vague sound in the tiny sound of the waves. The voice came:
"That wall can still support hundreds of years, even thousands of years... Maybe before that, our descendants will develop, and the things that trouble us today will no longer It will still bother them."
This is the voice of Gawain Cecil.
Then there were those inexplicably familiar voices whose names I couldn’t remember:
“I hope so...”
“It’s time to say goodbye, I always feel I should say something, but I can't think of what to say."
"Then don't say it, anyway...everyone will forget it after a while."
"That's right. Then wish each other a safe road..."
All the sounds have gone away. The vague sounds of words, the sound of the waves, the sound of the wind in the ears, all gradually fell into silence, jumping rapidly and darkly. In the vision that came down, Gawain only saw a few blurry and incoherent images:
The small boat with the lantern hanging on it returned to the sea and sailed towards the big ship in the distance.
The remaining two masts of the ship hoisted the sails and slowly turned towards the sea filled with blood-red glow, gradually moving away and gradually entering darkness.
Gawain Cecil turned around, his steps heavyAnd slowly walked towards the land.
It seems that someone has already come to respond in that direction.
This memory that emerged ends here.
......
Gawain took a gentle breath, and his consciousness returned to the present. He was still sitting on the magic car, close to the central area of Cecil, and the seat opposite Above sat Victoria, who seemed vaguely worried.
Gawain frowned, those images and sounds still clearly remained in his mind - just now, he entered a strange and wonderful state, and the memories that emerged were like a half-conscious person. A dream engulfed his consciousness, and he seemed to be immersed in an immersive scene, but he did not completely lose contact with the real world - he knew that he should have been in a daze for less than a minute in the real world, but this time Minutes of sluggishness had caught Victoria's attention.
Seeing that Gawain had come to his senses, Victoria couldn't help but said: "Your Majesty, are you okay?"
Amber's figure immediately appeared on the seat next to Gawain: "Don't worry , It's okay, he does this occasionally."
Then she looked at Gawain and asked, "Are you okay?"
"I suddenly remembered something. ..." Gawain waved his hand, indicating that he was okay, and then said slowly, "Amber, do you remember that I mentioned to you that I once had an experience of going to sea, but I have forgotten all the relevant details."
"Ah, remember," Amber blinked, "I also helped you investigate the case files in this area - unfortunately nothing was found. It happened seven hundred years ago, and it might still be confidential "The action left no trace."
"I suddenly remembered something just now," Gawain said as his eyes swept over Victoria.
"The outlet you just mentioned, where the Holy Dragon Principality borders the northeast of Cecil... is the Calling Dragon Fjord."
"It does have Such a name - derived from the name of the Holy Dragon Principality. "
"That's where I went to sea..." Gawain exhaled, frowning tightly, "come with me. The ones who went to sea were the Sons of the Storm. "
This time, even Victoria couldn't maintain her usual iceberg mentality and even exclaimed: "What?"
< p> "Strictly speaking, they should be the children of the storm who have not yet fallen into darkness," Gawain said slowly, "and I suspect they are also the last group... In my memory, they were already there when I set sail. Confronted with madness."According to the information currently available, the three major dark sects should have three mental states in the process of facing the gods and falling into darkness:
In During the ritual at the Peak of the Ancestors, the three cult leaders were sane before they were exposed to divine knowledge and brought madness back to earth.
After the ceremony, the three major sects were contaminated by the knowledge of the gods. Their members either rushed into the wasteland of Gondor or fled away, disappearing in all directions.Lost, they were crazy during this period, and this process probably lasted for several years or even longer.
After a period of madness, some members of the three major sects seemed to have regained their "sanity", reunited their compatriots, completely converted into dark sects, and began to implement those "plans" in extreme paranoia. , this process continues to this day.
According to Gawain's judgment, the figures he walked with in his memory should all be sons of the storm - this is supported by the details of the ship and the conversations of those people, and their state ...It should be transitioning from the first stage to the second stage.
They are gradually being polluted by the knowledge of gods and are gradually heading towards madness.
This process should have been very fast. Many believers only took a moment from the first stage to the second stage, but those who traveled with Gawain seemed to persist longer.
Something sheltered their souls and helped them temporarily resist madness.
Suddenly, the dimly lit lantern hanging from the bow of the ship flashed through Gawain's mind.