Deep Sea Embers.

Chapter 538
The moment Lucrezia took over the small hairpin, Duncan felt a part of his "heart" relax suddenly.

It was an imperceptible corner, a feeling that could not be described in words, as if a mission that had been delayed for a long time was finally completed, even if the body had forgotten what the mission was, the mission engraved in the soul There was still a sigh in his thoughts.

"I hope you like it," Duncan said softly after a moment of silence, "I don't remember many things, but I remember that this card is for you."

"I heard what Tirian said," Lucrezia nodded. At some point, she felt that the hesitation and anxiety that had plagued her for many days had dissipated—even though she had talked to her father through the crystal ball before Contacted, but as it turns out, only seeing in person in the real world can reassure those concerns, "Anyway, it would be nice if you could return to 'this side'."

Duncan nodded, and then turned his gaze to the elf scholar who was standing not far away, who had been trying to reduce his sense of presence since just now.

"Master Taran El," he said with a faint smile on his face, trying to sound a little more approachable, "now that we meet again in reality - glad to see you safe and sound, I have many things To talk to you."

"Don't... don't talk about Master, you are too polite," Taran Eyre quickly waved his hand, "just call me by my name. I have admired you for a long time, the great explorer Captain Duncan, uh, I mean when you were alive... when you were alive... when you were a man... I just..."

Duncan looked at the elf scholar silently, while Lucrezia silently pulled out a "short stick" like a magic wand, and pointed it at Taran Ayer's nose.

"Frog, or snake?" She said something dangerous in a calm tone.

Taran Eyre raised his hands in an instant, and looked at Duncan with a sad face: "I want to say that I admired your reputation a century ago, but unfortunately I have never had the chance to meet..."

Duncan didn't expect this elf scholar's character to be so interesting, and couldn't help laughing: "Is this the truth?"

"Of course," Taran Ayer looked serious, "As a scholar who is very interested in the frontier, I have always hoped to make more friends with those real explorers, learn about things beyond the boundaries of civilization from them, and even yearn for I want to be able to go on a long voyage myself to explore that majestic barrier of thick fog—it’s a pity that I’m destined not to be able to complete such a great journey..."

"It's okay, now you have a chance to 'make friends' with me," Duncan nodded, and then he seemed to suddenly think of something, and turned to Lucrecia and said, "Oh yes, there is one more thing for your."

Lucrezia didn't react for a while, and then, she saw Duncan raised his hand and waved - the flame door that appeared on the deck out of nowhere hadn't disappeared, and at this moment, it suddenly followed Duncan's movement. The expansion occurred, and a cavity seemed to be formed in the swirling flames. After the instant deflagration and subsidence, a huge wooden box appeared on the deck.

There was also a plump pigeon with white feathers and fluffy body standing on the box.

Ai tilted his head, looked at Lucrezia with one eye, and glanced somewhere with the other eye: "Dear, please accept the delivery and give it a five-star praise."

Lucrezia stared blankly at the scene, wondering what happened to the pigeon, and then noticed a metal nameplate on the side of the wooden box.

"The spirit world lens that Tirian prepared for you - the highest quality," Duncan pointed to the box, "you won't forget it, will you?"

"Ah, I... haven't forgotten," Lucrezia said with a guilty conscience, her eyes drifting to the side, and then she changed the subject abruptly, pointing to the pigeon that was strutting on the box, "This is me. The 'Ai' that you mentioned? What is the 'five-star praise' it just said?"

"Don't worry, most people can't understand the way this pigeon speaks," Duncan waved his hand, beckoning Ai to land on his shoulder, and motioned for Lucrecia to lead the way, "Let's put the lens on the deck first." , look back and deal with it yourself, let's find a place where we can talk about things first."

"it is good."

Led by Lucrecia, Duncan and Taran Ayer came to a certain "reception room" on the middle deck.

This is an upper cabin with a wide window near the side of the ship. Through the window, visitors can see the power structure on the side of the Bright Star, and they can also see the shadow of the ship like a ghost, as if it is forever shrouded The stern structure in the fog.

Duncan came to the window and looked at the "scenery" outside the window with some curiosity, observing this "ship of the curse" which had a different style of painting from the Lost Country, but also had a strange atmosphere, especially paying attention to its ghost It took a long time to sigh at the kingdom-like stern: "This ship is completely different from the Sea Fog."

Hearing Duncan's unintentional "evaluation", Lucrezia looked a little uneasy: "It's been a long time, whether it's the Sea Fog or the Bright Star...they are very different from your original design. You won't be offended that I've made a lot of daring modifications to this ship in order to survive the 'Frontier'?"

"There should be some changes. Changes are a good thing," Duncan laughed. "The Lost Country has also changed a lot. If you go up and take a look, you will be surprised by its internal state."

Set foot on the Homeless?
Lucrezia was in a trance for a while, perhaps recalling the long past, or maybe thinking of her elder brother who had boarded the Lost Country several times and contacted her every now and then to scare her.

But she quickly came back to her senses and nodded to Duncan: "I... will go."

Then she raised her head again, raised her voice slightly and said to the door: "Lu Ni, you can come in."

The door of the room opened, and under Duncan's slightly curious eyes, a wind-up doll that looked six to seven times like Lucrezia's, but was made of metal, ceramics and leather was pushing a box of drinks and snacks. The car came in.

Accompanied by the faint sound of gears turning, the wind-up doll came to the reception table and bowed slightly to Duncan: "Nice to meet you, old master."

"You are Luni?" Duncan couldn't help but look at this wonderful doll, "I found your 'sister' Nilu in Prand's doll shop—frankly speaking, the difference between you is very different. big."

"When you first saw me, I was just a three-point doll." Lu Ni bowed her head politely, and there were slight ticking and clicking sounds in her body, "Of course, then When I was unable to think and speak, it was the mistress who gave me life."

"...Unbelievable technology," Duncan looked at Lucrezia, "but now I also have a talking and thinking 'doll' on my ship, maybe Luni and her can be friends."

"I know, my brother told me about the anomaly 099," Lucrezia nodded and said, "Luni is indeed very curious about that Miss 'Alice', but... is she really safe?"

"Extremely safe," Duncan waved his hand, "She is the safest ship on the Lost Home, where she can even beat a bucket..."

Lucrezia: "...?"

Miss Witch finally began to vaguely realize what her father meant when he said "The Lost Homeland has changed a lot" just now...

Duncan finally turned his attention to Taran Ayer at this time.

Under the uncomfortable gaze of the elf scholar, he adjusted his sitting posture and asked seriously: "In your elf legends or traditional belief systems, is there the term 'dream of the nameless'?"

Taran Al was taken aback when he heard the words: "The dream of the nameless?"

Immediately afterwards, he suddenly realized: "You mean the dream I fell into before? You mean... that dream has a name, 'Dream of the Nameless'?"

"If the information is correct, it is called this name."

Duncan gave an affirmative answer, and then he told the two people in front of him all the information he had obtained from a group of cult followers by "using a little means", including the role that the group of final missionaries might play in the dark, and also Including some of his own superficial conjectures and previous discussions with Agatha, without reservation.

During Duncan's narration, Taran Ayer unknowingly forgot his nervousness and embarrassment at the beginning, and gradually became engrossed. Even Lucrecia next to him leaned forward slightly, her face He looks pensive from time to time.

For scholars who are obsessed with research, the information obtained from the heterodox sounds dangerous but tempting. They may have a lot to do with those evil heresies, but behind them... it seems to be vaguely pointing to some knowledge and mysteries .

When Duncan finally finished speaking, the room became very quiet for a while, and the two scholars at the scene fell into thinking at the same time. After some time, Lucrecia was the first to break the silence: "Is this information reliable? Ah , I don’t doubt you, but those heretics are usually very cunning, even if they are experts in dealing with heresy like church judges, it often takes a lot of effort to pry things out of those guys..."

"Reliable," Duncan said with confidence, "I used some very effective investigative techniques—ah, do you want to understand the specific process?"

Lucrecia and Taran Eyre were taken aback for a moment, shaking their heads at the same time without thinking.

"...Okay," Duncan felt a little regretful, "then what are your thoughts now? Mister Taran Ayer, do you have any guesses about this so-called 'Dream of the Nameless'?"

Taran Al thought carefully, and after a few seconds, he decided to speak: "There is no such word in the various legends and traditional beliefs of the elves. At least I can be sure that this word does not belong to the elven language family, but if If we simply discuss the concept of 'dream'... our race has many stories related to it."

Duncan was immediately interested: "Oh?"

"Have you heard of... Great Demon God Sasloka?"

(End of this chapter)