The goathead was a dangerous creature, Duncan knew that from the beginning - it was dangerous not only because it was an anomaly of unknown detail, but also because it had been loyal to the real Captain Duncan, and was still acting and thinking according to the old rules to this day.

From the goat's head's point of view, the city-states on land are meaningless, the mortals in the city-states are ridiculously ignorant, and the fleets of the weak city-states are all food, and they are plundered and killed...... It is the "everyday" of the lost country number as a matter of course.

Duncan didn't know how long it would take him to adjust to the goat's habits of mind, but he knew that the process had to be subtle—that it would be safest to change himself and the way he behaved for some reasonable reason.

He took one last look at the goat's head, which was quietly waiting at the sailing table, to make sure that they had taken over the sails and rudder systems of the Lost Country, and then pushed the door open and entered his bedroom.

This afternoon, Nina will be back to the antique shop, and until then, he will have to complete more tests for the pigeon Aye.

The door to the captain's bedroom closed, and the goat's head watched quietly in the direction of the door in the dim darkness, silent for an unknown amount of time, until it confirmed that the captain's consciousness had set off for a spiritual walk, and then it muttered softly as if talking to itself: "It's really not affected by the subspace......"

In the dimness, the head of the carved wooden goat creaked and turned, as if it were looking around the room, and as if its gaze had penetrated the room and looked around the whole ship.

"Lost Country, Lost Country...... What the hell did you get back then......

……

Duncan had returned to the familiar darkness of space, feeling his will stretch between the starlight and the shimmering lines of the Lost Country and the antique shops in the city-state of Plande.

It seems that as the time of this "two-wire connection" has been prolonged, this feeling has become clearer, and he can now sense the situation on the side of the antique store without even having to deliberately concentrate - he can also remotely control the body in the store to carry out some simple daily activities.

This is obviously a good thing, an antique shopkeeper who spends more than half of his time in the store "sleeping" is obviously suspicious, and even if the body is just up and moving, standing in the door for a minute or two can dispel a lot of unnecessary glances.

Instead of immediately "transmitting" his main consciousness to the city-state of Purland, Duncan paused in the dark space, carefully perceiving the changes in the space, and then looked back to the side.

In the vast darkness, Aye, in the form of a bone dove, was hovering silently, his ghostly body constantly sprinkling green fire as it flew, and in the center of Ey's hovering area, there were vague phantoms.

Among those phantoms were the sun amulet that had been brought to the Lost Land, a quaint dagger with a short dagger, a piece of cheese, a round cannonball, and a hard, salted dried fish.

These were all "test items" that he had prepared before his departure, which were used to further test Say's ability to carry items and changes in the process.

The short dagger was found from the ship's hold and once probably belonged to some sailor, it was an "ordinary object" without thoughts, the cheese was taken from the kitchen and had the properties of not rotting, the shells came from the ammunition depot, and the salted dried fish was one of the catches of the last fishing, which had just been dried in the past two days - in fact, it was not very thorough, but it was already hard.

Duncan looked at Aye, who was hovering around these phantoms, and nodded slightly, "It turns out that you carry items like this every time. ”

Ay flapped her wings and let out a hoarse, high-pitched cry: "Sit firmly, sit firmly!" ”

Duncan smiled and gathered his mind, ready for the projection of his main consciousness.

But just as he was concentrating, he suddenly saw a strange glimmer of light appear at the end of the stream of light that was far away towards the city-state of Puland!

Duncan immediately stopped, and looked in amazement at the light that flickered in the myriad faint stars—the light seemed to have been there, only to turn from darkness to light for a moment of his attention, as if suddenly noticed, and began to emit a definite presence.

What's that?

Duncan tried to move towards the glimmer of light in confusion, but with a single thought, he had already crossed the darkness, and the glimmer of light rapidly expanded before his eyes, and turned into an undulating stream of light before his eyes.

Only then did he realize that there was an untraceable "connection" between the undulating flow of light and himself—just like the connection between his own body on the Lost Land and the spare body in the antique shop.

This is...... Another spare shell to be selected?

Duncan's mind couldn't help but think of this, but he quickly shook his head—the shimmer of light flowing in front of him was far larger than the points of light that represented the "body", such a large light...... It's not so much a shell to be chosen, but rather a huge object that connects with oneself.

In hesitation, he made up his mind and reached out to touch the light cautiously......

In the next second, a large and unfamiliar "perception" suddenly flooded into his mind - he couldn't see the things around him clearly, but he felt the sea breeze blowing on his body, he felt the waves slowly rising and falling around him, he felt that there were many people walking around him, even on his body, he heard the sound of people talking in all directions, but all the sounds were mixed together, and it seemed to be through a thick curtain, and he couldn't hear it at all.

He was vaguely aware that he was perceiving the environment through the perspective of a behemoth, but this behemoth was not suitable for his spirit to descend directly, or there was some kind of power protecting this thing and blocking the invasion of his own power, so all his perceptions were in a state of being delayed and obscured.

This behemoth seems to be resting on the surface of the sea close to land, where many people are gathering.

There was a tense and serious atmosphere that permeated the crowd, and they seemed to be solemnly dealing with some danger, and everyone's conversation was low and concise.

Duncan struggled to concentrate on hearing what was being said by these voices that seemed to be speaking through a thick curtain.

He struggled for a long time, and finally heard a word that had been repeatedly mentioned in the humming and rumbling noises—the White Oak.

Duncan took back the hand that touched the flow of light, and looked at the floating glimmer in front of him with some bewilderment.

The glimmer floated in the darkness, faintly showing the phantom of the ship.

White Oak ...... The name seemed familiar, but I couldn't remember when I had heard it.

Duncan pondered and recalled, and finally some superficial impressions rolled up in the depths of his memory, he recalled the ship he had crashed into in a spirit state when he was first at the helm, and recalled that he had seen its name on one side of the side of the ship when it passed through the other side...... The ship, it seems, is called the White Oak.

Immediately afterwards, he remembered the newspaper he had bought in the city-state of Plande, and there seemed to be a menial section in the newspaper at the time that said that the ocean-going ship White Oak, which had been missing for several days, would call at the port in the near future......

Duncan stared at the glimmer of light floating in front of him in a daze.

This is the White Oak, the White Oak that was responsible for escorting Anomaly 099.

The old captain and his crew, who had tried to call out to him, seemed to have finally made it to the city-state of Purland—something to be happy about.

Apparently, he made contact with the ship.

Could it be that the connection was established after the "spirit collision" accident in the first place? Because at that time, the flames of the Lost Land extended to the White Oak?

Duncan had a vague conjecture in his mind about the various attributes of his spirit flame, and at the same time, he wondered if his connection to the steamship would be of any use.

After drifting aboard the Lost for so long, he valued every connection between himself and the civilized world.

Now it seems that although the White Oak has docked in port, it is still in some kind of blockade and surveillance, and those nervous people should be the "professionals" of the city-state who specialize in dealing with extraordinary visions.

Obviously, for the people of the city-state, a ship that has been lost at sea is dangerous, and the experience of negative distance contact with the Lost Country may also be a major matter to be tried.

Duncan was still a little conscious of himself and the Lost Country's fame now.

After thinking about it for a while, Duncan cautiously stepped back, not continuing to touch the light mist in front of him.

As the number one boss in the Infinite Sea, he doesn't plan to deal with the protectors of the city-state, and he doesn't want to expose the fact that the White Oak has established a connection with "Captain Duncan" without knowing what the details of the "transcendent experts" are.

He didn't want his connection to the steamship to be discovered and cleared - the connection was already established, as solid as an anchor line under the sea, and he could be patient and wait for the White Oak's surveillance to be lifted one day.

By then, perhaps he would be able to talk to the old captain in peace.

Ask what the old captain was shouting to himself when the wind and waves were too strong.