The assembly bell struck, followed by the hasty footsteps of the sailors, and Lawrence remained in the wheelhouse with the second mate and the priest who had not yet breathed even.

The old captain looked out the window at the sea, the White Oak was still in the depths of the spirit realm, the sea beyond the side of the ship was entrenched in mist, and the water was still as black as ink, but the storm had subsided, and the terrible Lost Land was gone—it could not help but give the illusion that the previous storm and even the collapsing frontier of reality were brought by the ghost ship, and now all the disasters were far away from the White Oak with the departure of the ship.

Lawrence thought of the horrific legends about the Lost Country and Captain Duncan Abnomar, the fleet that was swallowed up by the frontier of reality more than a century ago, and the ships that sank into the deep sea during the encounter with the Lost Land, and suddenly it suddenly felt that this was not impossible.

Regardless, now that the Lost Land is gone, and the surrounding waters are calm for the time being, at least he and his crew have a chance to breathe, albeit still at dangerous spiritual depths.

Next, Lawrence must determine what exactly the Lost Country took from the White Oak – or what it left behind.

And it must be determined as soon as possible.

Without ruling out all the hidden dangers, he didn't dare to let the ship float to the real world, because some things brought out of the spirit world would cause terrible pollution in the real world, but if they stayed in the spirit world for too long, he and his crew would still be irreversibly affected.

Listening to the noise coming from the deck, Lawrence suddenly raised his head from his thoughts, he looked at the priest who was sitting in front of the incense burner, his face had improved a little, and his expression was very serious: "Mr. Ron, how stable are we now?" ”

The priest coughed twice, then took out a small compass with many symbols of the sea and sacred symbols engraved on the surface from his bosom, and when he pressed the metal lid open, the hands on the compass spun rapidly, and finally came to a steady stop.

"We stay on the surface of the spirit world, slightly closer to the real world, from the influence of the deep and secluded...... Very faint," the priest looked at the state of the compass pointer, his expression suddenly confused, "strange...... We are completely stable here, with the relics closed, almost completely free of sinking...... Ahem......"

"Maybe the 'bump' of the Lost Country knocked us to a safe line," Lawrence shook his head with a wry smile, trying to liven up the atmosphere with a cold joke, "I've heard that there are some delicate balances in the spirit world that can save things in the real world from deeper 'pulls'......"

"Mr. Captain, this joke is too cold," said the priest, coughing twice, and although he had recovered his breath, he was not in a good state at all, "Ahem, in any case, what happened today must be reported to the church...... The appearance of the Lost Country is no small matter. There have been reports of encounters with the Lost Land for decades, but they have all been proven to be group visions caused by the crew's gibberish or uncontrolled visions, but we are witnessing it today...... Goddess above, after you return to Plant, it is best to be mentally prepared that you will not be able to sail again in the near future. ”

"I understand that neither the Church nor the city-state authorities will allow a ship that has just suffered a vision to return to the sea, for everyone's safety, and I'm not just going to report it to the Church, the City-State, the Explorers' Guild...... Alas, and my terrible wife......" Captain Lawrence pressed his forehead hard, and waved his hand with a long sigh, "and aside, you need to rest now, and this ship needs the blessing of the goddess until it returns to port." ”

The priest nodded slightly, and soon, the first mate, who had just left, returned to the cab.

"There are no few people on board, and there are not many people," said the first mate, who reported without waiting for the captain's questioning, "I personally examined the sailors assembled on deck, and went to the boiler room to examine the mechanics who remained there, and they were all able to pronounce the names of the gods they believed in, and they were alive." ”

"No one is missing?" Lawrence's eyes widened, this should have been good news, but he couldn't believe the situation reported by the first mate, "What about the Holy Emblem Dao Mark?" ”

"The relic, too," the first mate nodded immediately, "The navigator is preparing incense and essential oils, waiting for your order to restart the relic." ”

Lawrence listened in disbelief, and once again couldn't help but mutter, "...... Did he really spare the ship? ”

"Good luck is on our side, Captain," the first mate said, spreading his hands, "we have nothing to lose, maybe that terrible ghost captain just happened to pass by, or maybe even just accidentally bumped into it." ”

"Do you believe that?" Lawrence immediately glared at his first mate, "If luck really favored us, we wouldn't have met ...... at all."

He had barely said anything when a rush of footsteps sounded from outside the door, and then someone pushed open the door of the wheelhouse, and a sweaty boatswain appeared before Lawrence, a tall man with a face full of horror.

"Captain! Anomaly 099 is gone!! ”

The cab fell silent for a moment, and everyone looked at each other, but for some reason, Lawrence suddenly felt relieved in a brief shock-

It's great that the ship finally found something wrong after the encounter with the Lost Homeland, so that's right!

But then he controlled the expression on his face, and as he walked to the door, he hurriedly ordered the first mate to take over the steering wheel, and the boatswain to lead the way.

Hurried footsteps rang out in the corridors of the White Oak's cabin, and soon Lawrence was led by the boatswain to the deepest part of the steamship.

A special cabin appeared before his eyes.

The door of the chamber was carved with dense occult symbols, the heavy black door seemed to be made of a single piece of black iron, and the mystical symbols extended from the edge of the door frame to the corridor, as if to form some kind of closed cage to restrain the things kept in the cabin.

Lawrence glanced at the gate to make sure that there was no sign of damage to the gate or the surrounding symbols, and then looked up - the "reliquary" where the emblem sign was placed was directly above the seal room, which was the key to ensuring that the ship was not affected "deeply", and was also the second layer of insurance to maintain the seal room, even if it was closed, it should be able to ensure that the barrier between the seals was intact.

But with both barriers intact, the contents of the sealing room, the most critical cargo escorted by the White Oak on this voyage, Anomaly 099 - the puppet coffin, disappeared.

Lawrence took a deep breath and stepped forward to open the door to the sealing room, pushing the heavy door open.

Inside the sealing room, the lights were bright, and the center of the room was illuminated by the gas lamps hanging from the four pillars, but the "goods" that should have been placed there were gone, leaving only a few criss-crossing chains and some gray-white ash scattered on the surrounding ground.

The boatswain's voice came from behind Lawrence: "As required by the sealing of Anomaly 099, the lights have been maintained in this room, and every two hours a crew member will come in to re-enforce the chains around the 'coffin' and scatter ashes on the floor of the room, but in that ...... When the ghost ship appeared, the sailor who was supposed to be on duty did not enter the room in time due to the confusion, and he was almost seven minutes late, only to find that Anomaly 099 had disappeared......"

"Just seven minutes late won't cause that thing to get out of control, at most the seal will weaken and move awkwardly, and at worst, it will be a coffin running around this room - the layers of seals and the confinement of the emblem and the emblem are not decorations," Lawrence frowned and shook his head, "The current situation is that it is gone...... The cargo left the ship, and it had nothing to do with the sailor. ”

The boatswain's expression was a little nervous: "Then what do you mean ......"

"It must be the Lost Country," Lawrence said in a deep voice, "that 'Captain' took the Anomaly 099......"

Speaking of this, he paused, then sighed softly, "Perhaps we should be glad that the Lost Country has always taken only what it wants, and that captain is here for Anomaly 099, not our lives. ”

The boatswain looked at his captain's face, then at the empty seal, and then hesitated for a long time before asking, "What about ...... We have lost such an important cargo, how can we ...... to the city-state authorities"

Lawrence glanced at the boatswain and patted him the shoulder.

"The Lost Country is a natural disaster, and we have marine insurance."

“…… Does the insurance company pay for this? ”

"If they don't pay compensation, they will let the Explorers Guild issue a new bounty for the Lost Land......"

"Captain, are you a little ......anxious?"

"Shut up."