Chapter 671: News of the Gathering

Chapter 671: News of the Gathering

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Morris painted a grim vision of the future, darker and more silent than any strange apocalyptic scene. He envisioned a world where civilization’s remnants gradually died out like fading embers of a fire. He likened this slow decay to a sinking ship where people discarded their possessions in a desperate bid to float. Ultimately, he concluded, everything would be consumed by an endless abyss of darkness.

What made his vision unsettling was that, according to current intelligence, such a future was not just possible but probable, and maybe even the best scenario imaginable. In this bleak future, civilization might barely survive the fourth and fifth catastrophic events, clinging to a fragile and deceptive peace in their unstable refuges.

Morris even suggested that the situation could worsen: the third catastrophic event might have already stretched civilization to its breaking point, rendering survival beyond the next disaster a mere fantasy.

Reflecting on these grim notions, Duncan eventually dismissed them as overly pessimistic. “We’re being too pessimistic, Morris.”

Morris admitted it was premature to speculate about the fourth catastrophic event without more data. He then mentioned a meeting his mentor had arranged with leaders from the four major churches, inviting Duncan to attend. He hoped the meeting would offer deeper insights, as the church leaders were also in search of the truths they held.

Duncan, already aware of the meeting through an agreement with the Truth Pope, Lune, wasn’t surprised. However, he was intrigued by how the elderly elf had managed to get the other three popes to attend a meeting led by Storm Pope Helena. Through his connections in Pland and a proposal from Vanna, Duncan had built a rapport with Helena, who seemed neutral and approachable. Yet, he was unsure about the positions of the other two popes, Frem of the Flame Bearers and Banster of the Death Church.

Duncan thought about Banster as he tapped a small mirror on his coffee table, summoning the image of Agatha. “Agatha,” he said seriously.

Agatha’s figure appeared in the mirror. “I’m here,” she replied.T/his chapter is updated by nov(ê(l)biin.co/m

“Are you familiar with Banster?” Duncan asked, highlighting the importance of his question.

“Based on my previous experiences under the Pope’s guidance and training in the Death Ark, I wouldn’t say I’m particularly close to him. There are many saints in the Boundless Sea, and I’m not as ‘exceptional’ as Miss Vanna,” Agatha responded, uncertainly.

Duncan thought for a moment, then asked, “Then do you know how much Banster cares about that escort fle...”

“He cares about it a lot,” Agatha interrupted abruptly.

Duncan was surprised, having not completed his question!

“He cares about it a lot,” Agatha repeated earnestly as if clarifying for Duncan. “Even someone like me, not very prominent in the Death Church, has heard him mourn the loss of that magnificent escort fleet we once had.”

Before Duncan could respond, Agatha continued, “The Death Pope often downplays his concerns, starting with ‘actually, I don’t care that much,’ followed by a deep sigh, and ending with ‘though it was my personal design for those ships... but of course, I don’t really care.’”

Interestingly, apart from Duncan, each figure had lines extending from them, floating mysteriously in the air.

Both curious and amused, Morris leaned in to inspect the drawing more closely. “Well... for a first attempt, it’s... not too shabby. But you know, people don’t usually have lines coming out of them in drawings...” he commented, trying to be gentle.

Despite Morris’s diplomatic critique, Alice stood by her work. “But there really are lines,” she insisted, confident in her depiction.

Morris appeared bemused and turned to Duncan, who chuckled at the entire situation.

“Yes, indeed there are,” Duncan responded with a warm, appreciative smile, his gaze lingering affectionately on Alice’s first artistic attempt. As he studied the drawing more closely, his expression shifted to one of deep reflection. “This is how she perceives the world,” he mused, intrigued by her unique perspective.

Upon hearing this, Alice’s face lit up with pride, and she quickly responded, “Right? I knew I got it right!”

However, Duncan’s attention was drawn to another aspect of the drawing. “But...” he began, his curiosity piqued, “why didn’t you include yourself in the drawing?”

Alice paused, her gaze sweeping over her representation of the Vanished’s crew. With a matter-of-fact tone, she replied, “Because I was the one doing the drawing.”

Duncan paused, reflecting on the doll’s simple logic. The purity of her perspective brought a genuine chuckle to him; he found both humor and a profound insight in her response.

“The artist can also be a part of their artwork,” he explained gently. “Let me show you how to include yourself.”

Duncan then took the pencil Alice had used and, with a few skillful strokes, added a simple yet delightful representation of Alice next to his own figure in the drawing.

Alice’s eyes widened with astonishment and delight. “Wow! Captain, you’re so much better at drawing than I am!” she exclaimed, clearly impressed.

Duncan gave a humble smile and set the pencil down. He carefully rolled up the drawing, preserving Alice’s first piece of art, and handed it back to her. “Take good care of this; it’s your very first ‘creation’,” he advised warmly.

Alice beamed with happiness, exclaiming, “Yay!” Her joy was infectious.

Then, shifting his attention, Duncan looked towards an empty space in the living room. “Is everything taken care of?” he asked, speaking seemingly to the void.

No sooner had he posed the question than Lucretia appeared, seemingly out of nowhere. Her arrival was marked by a swirl of colorful paper scraps. “Don’t worry, Papa, everything’s been handled,” she assured him confidently, indicating that all was under control.