A cool breeze suddenly blew across the deck, causing Captain Lawrence, who had just walked from indoors to outside, rubbing his arms subconsciously—but he didn't know if the goosebumps were due to the cool sea breeze or what the young inquisitor had told him.

Anomaly 099, the puppet coffin, after losing control, not only has the ability to move and the tendency to get out of trouble, but also can continue to expand its sphere of influence, and constantly check the humanoid targets within the range, and carry out unconditional decapitation, only the saint can resist this near-causal decapitation effect......

For the past half a month and a half, he and his crew had been living with this dangerous anomaly - despite the fact that there was no danger in this escort except for the final encounter with the Lost Land, he still felt a little scared in retrospect.

However, it is only a fear.

He is a member of the Society of Explorers, a veteran ocean explorer whose job is to work with the infinite seas – unlike fishermen who only operate in the safety of the inshore zone, he has spent most of his sailing career dealing with anomalies and even anomalies.

When undertaking an abnormal delivery task, the authorities or the church will inform you in advance of the danger of the transportation process, and this part of the contract is often the shortest, usually only one clause: the mission is fatal, and the specific details cannot be disclosed.

Every captain who fights between city-states knows what he's up against, and more than half of them have spent their later years haunted by a fatal career that has been spent dealing with the vast seas, anomalies and anomalies will always leave something in your fate.

Many of his colleagues of a similar age have retired, either suffering from constant nightmares, mental problems from various degrees of curses, or leaving them physically disabled on the voyage...... Or worse.

The captains and sailors of the ocean-going ships had very high incomes that far exceeded the imagination of the inhabitants of the city-state, and also had "occupational diseases" that far exceeded any profession.

Captain Lawrence didn't think he was a very noble man, he did it mainly to make money, and of course, he had a passion for exploring the seas when he was young, but like most people, it was hard to stay with him for a lifetime, and now he ...... He felt it was time for that enthusiasm to burn out.

While your mind is still normal, while the boundless sea has not yet entangled your fate, find a time to retire.

Lawrence sighed slightly, turned around and walked slowly in the direction of the captain's quarters.

The priests' search and questioning of the ship was not over, and until then, he could not leave the White Oak, after which he was to be transferred to the church with everyone else, to be placed in quarantine for observation and a series of psychiatric evaluations.

His gaze swept over the familiar ship's facilities around him.

It's a very good ship, and it's new, I've only been at the helm for five years, and in the words of the captains of the boundless seas, "the captain and the ship haven't been married yet", and seriously, it's a bit reluctant to retire.

But it's better to retreat now than to die on some future voyage, or spend the rest of your life in an insane asylum.

……

In the lower part of the city-state, in the old Duncan antique store, the middle-aged man lying on the bed on the second floor slowly opened his eyes, and the slightly old and moldy ceiling was reflected in Duncan's vision.

"Hoo ......"

Duncan exhaled softly, feeling the sensation from this body quickly clear and stable, feeling his control of this body change from remote control to direct control, and after two or three seconds of slowing down, he pushed himself up with his arm.

The pigeon Ay flew over, grinding his beak at the head of his bed, and exclaimed, "Welcome home, dear, will you eat first, or bathe first, or ......"

Duncan was about to stretch and make the pigeon almost cramp with a word, when he slapped Ay on the head: "Why do you have any words?!" ”

Ay was obviously not an extraordinary bird, and after being slapped by Duncan, he paced two steps briskly to the side, and continued to shout in his mouth: "I only threw a punch, and it hit my nose, and the blood flowed, and my nose was crooked in half, but it seemed to open an oil ......sauce shop."

Duncan directly put the bird with a strange brain aside and ignored it, got up from the bed and looked at the table not far away.

On the table, there were all kinds of test items he had prepared on the Lost Homeland quietly:

Sun amulet, dagger, cheese, cannonballs, and a salted fish.

Everything is complete, so many messy and unrelated things are put together, and Ay does not have the phenomenon of "packet loss".

This pigeon is even more reliable than I thought.

Duncan stepped forward to confirm everything on the table, and after making sure that the items were all in order, he couldn't help but glance back at the pigeon pacing on the bed, and still praised the bird in his heart.

Then he saw Ai Yi pacing in all directions at the head of the bed, and at this time he had already memorized "When Luda looked, he saw Zheng Tuting on the ground......

Duncan: "......"

He hid the approval in his heart, and then sat down at the table and began to check the situation of the "goods" one by one.

The first is the Sun Amulet, which has not changed - as a transcendent item that has been completely transformed and controlled by the Spirit Fire, it still has a docile power flowing quietly through it, and two consecutive spiritual walks do not seem to affect the nature of this item.

The dagger, which lacked supernatural properties, didn't look the same, except for its ancient style, its blade was still sharp, and its scabbard was well maintained.

Duncan's gaze fell on the piece of cheese that had been brought out of the Lost Country's kitchen.

The cheese was not anomalous, it was still in an inedible state, and it did not decay or disappear quickly after leaving the Lost Land, as Duncan had imagined.

He looked at the cannonball again—it sat quietly on the table, unresponsive to the captain's gaze.

Duncan shoved the cannonball, and tapped its cast-iron casing.

Extraordinary characteristics faded from the shells.

Of course, this does not mean that each shell has an independent "mind", but the entire ammunition system of the ship has a unified "consciousness" in control, and as a "sub-unit" of this consciousness, the shells on the Lost Country will even immediately adjust their position and accept "review" when they are watched by the captain.

According to Duncan's observations over time, the force part of the Lost Country should be controlled by two "consciousnesses", one is the ammunition system, and the other is the dozens of guns below deck, and these two consciousnesses should be responsible for loading and firing during combat, and control each "member" in their respective systems.

The cannonball in front of him was apparently out of the control of its superior consciousness as it left the Lost Country, and turned into an unremarkable iron lump.

Duncan was thoughtful.

If this shell were brought back, would it become part of the ammunition depot again? Will the Lost Country still "recognize" this "sub-unit" that has gone and returned?

His train of thought went on again - the ammunition on the Lost Country was limited, and the shells that were fired out would not come back (the eight shells that had been used to ballast Alice did not come back), so ...... Can the ammunition on board be replenished? How did the new ammunition become a "sub-unit" of the Lost Country?

Stretch the line of thought a little further: can the Lost Country upgrade its artillery system? More advanced cannons, more advanced shells, will these things work on that ship?

The Lost Country is a ghost ship, which is destined to be difficult to easily replenish and ...... "improve" like ordinary ships, and the things that are carried to the ship are only "foreign items", if they cannot be successfully part of the Lost Land, then these foreign items will not have the convenience of "self-operation" like other facilities on the ship.

But if there was a way to turn these things into part of the Lost Country...... The ghost ship might be even more powerful.

At the same time, they have better living conditions.

Duncan couldn't help but think a lot about it.

The more he came into contact with the modern city-state of Plant, the more he felt that the Lost Country of a century ago was not as glamorous and perfect as its name—

The ship may have strange and terrifying powers, but it didn't even have an electric light, it didn't have fries, its weapon system was an ancient breech gun, it was hard to say, and there were no fries, and although the Astral Sail was easy to use, it was obviously good to have a set of steam traps as backup power, but the ship didn't even have a boiler for hot water.

And there are no fries.

Duncan silently glanced at the pigeons that had jumped on the windowsill and looked out in a daze.

The pigeon turned around and looked at him with a wink of green beans: "Go to the dock and get some fries?" ”

"Shut up and don't mention fries." Duncan rebuffed the pigeon with subtlety and turned his attention on the last item.

Salted fish, a natural food made from delicious gifts caught in the deep sea, tastes good, and belongs to the "items other than the Lost Country".

After experiencing the spiritual walk, this salted fish does not seem to have changed.

Let's make Nina soup in the evening.