In the captain's room, Duncan, who was sitting in front of the window with his hands on his chest and his eyes closed, slowly opened his eyes.

He glanced at the familiar room furnishings, sensed the condition of his body, and breathed a sigh of relief.

Now, he had shifted his consciousness to the Lost Country again, and the body that had remained in the city-state of Purland had remained in the antique shop, and he was slightly rusty controlling the body to tidy up the shop on the first floor and hang a rest sign at the door.

Duncan, from the captain's bedroom, slowly got up from his chair, and as he moved his hands and feet, he looked at the desk not far away, and he saw that the pigeon Ay was strolling around the edge of the desk, and the sun mask that had been sent here was still lying quietly on the table, and in the afterglow of the setting sun that spilled through the window, the golden surface of the mask glowed with psychedelic colors, as if there was an illusory flame flowing in its golden lines.

The manager of the antique store, Duncan, hung up the wooden sign for the evening break, turned to greet a neighbor who was just going home, and with a faint smile on his face, he talked with the "old neighbor" about today's weather and the recent business situation.

In front of the antique shop, his expression was a little stiff, and his speech was a little slow, but the neighbor did not suspect - a rotten gambler who had been addicted to alcohol not long ago was now living a serious life, which was surprising enough, compared to the slightest delay in reaction was nothing at all, where could a person who had been damaged by alcohol be refreshed?

In the captain's bedroom, Duncan had a smile on his face, and after completing a social experiment with his "remote interaction shell", he casually picked up the sun mask on the table.

There are many things to do in the city-state of Purland, but not everything can be done overnight, especially after dark, the city-state has a strict curfew system, and it is better to keep your human body in the store at night to avoid attracting attention - the time after evening is best reserved for the "body" of the Lost Land.

He was going to take advantage of this time to study the mask he had obtained from the sun priest earlier.

The mask was cold to the hand, it seemed to be made of pure metal, and it was heavy and weighty.

Looking at the golden thing in his hand, Duncan's mind suddenly became active, and the first thing he thought about was whether this thing was pure gold - if so, then after studying it, he might be able to sell it for a lot of money......

Although he has no financial pressure on the city-state for the time being, money is never too much in human society, what if he can use it in the future?

The wool on those Sun cultists is varied, which can be used to set intelligence, can be reported in exchange for bounties, and can get extraordinary items that are related to them, so if there are surplus extraordinary items that are not useful, it is of course normal to process them a little and sell them......

This is called three-dimensional development, sustainable wool.

After thinking about it for a moment, Duncan suddenly touched his chin and sighed thoughtfully, "The Sun Cultists are full of treasures......

Aye, who was taking a walk, suddenly stopped, tilted her head to look at Duncan, and let out a sharp female voice: "Be a person, be a person!" ”

"You're not qualified to talk about me as a bird," Duncan glared at the pigeon, then rubbed his fingertips, ready to summon the spirit fire, first "clean" the mask from the inside out, and then "test" it in depth after gaining authority.

A faint green flame ignited in his fingertips, and Duncan was about to channel the flame into the mask, when he suddenly heard a vague voice, which was faint and ethereal, as if it was whispering in his heart:

“…… Instead, they may be associated with the Lost Place......"

Duncan's movements stopped suddenly.

He looked at the pigeon next to him: "Did you hear anything?" ”

The pigeon thought about it, flapped its wings and sang loudly in tune: "Listen to ~ the sound of the sea crying ~ sigh who was hurt again ~"

"Stop, stop...... I shouldn't have asked you! Duncan hurriedly pressed the pigeon, saying that his communication with the bird was simply a TM quantum state, and what he said and heard could not be measured accurately, and after holding the pigeon, he immediately concentrated his mind and tried to track the brief "perception" that appeared in his heart when the "whisper" sounded just now.

He was sure he hadn't had auditory hallucinations! I'm sure I definitely heard a voice just now, a young and quiet female voice!

And at the same time that voice sounded, he also vaguely sensed a "connection", which was much weaker than the connection between him and the "remote body", but it was definitely there!

Duncan put the matter of the golden mask aside for a moment, and glanced at the spirit flames that were still burning silently at his fingertips.

That faint connection also seems to be based on the burning of fire.

He closed his eyes slightly, feeling the "sense of direction" brought to him by the flame, and in the darkness that followed, he seemed to see a glimmer of light emerge in front of him.

The glimmer was vaguely a "window", and there seemed to be a figure shaking in the window, but he couldn't see or hear the situation on the other side of the window.

But even so, Duncan sensed the guidance of the flames - he opened his eyes, searched in the direction where the glimmer of light had appeared in the darkness, and suddenly saw a mirror hanging next to the door.

It was just an ordinary oval mirror with a simple and dull wooden frame, and it was not an extraordinary object, just like many ordinary people use in their homes.

But Duncan could sense that his flame now needed a medium to reinforce the faint connection that had suddenly been established—a mirror might be appropriate to think of the vague visions he had seen in the darkness and the vaguely perceived directions.

The mirror, which occupies an important place in many occult rituals, is seen as a symbol of "insight" and can also be used to extend the mind's ability to perceive otherwise invisible and unknowable truths.

Duncan walked over to the mirror and touched the flame in his hand to the mirror.

The green spirit fire was like flowing water, rippling on the glass mirror, and a layer of light and shadow channel with a slight green light was instantly established, and in the next second, the faint light window that Duncan saw in the darkness appeared on the mirror surface extremely clearly!

He leaned over curiously.

In the faint light curtain, he saw a lamplit room, with an unusually tall lady standing near the window, reading something in the afterglow of the daylight, as if she had no idea that a gaze was looking through the glass next to her, observing the scene in the room.

Vanna's gaze swept over the document, confirming its contents word for word.

This is a notice that was jointly consulted and drafted by the bishops of the various city-states, and personally reviewed and approved by His Holiness the Pope sitting in the Cathedral of Storm, and the process of deliberation of the notice was completed remotely in a state of psionic resonance, and the whole process was watched and sheltered by the goddess to ensure that the text on the notice would not be disturbed by any anomalies or visions during the drafting process.

This very special notification document serves only one purpose: to inform every voyager who sails the infinite seas that there is a superior anomaly that has escaped the control of the civilized world.

This is necessary.

Anomalies that get out of control on the endless seas don't disappear forever in the eyes of the world, although the deep sea will swallow everything, it never swallows the "anomalies" that fall into it, and those out of control anomalies tend to wander the edge of the civilized world in a more bizarre way, like wolves roaming around the pastures, chasing and threatening the safety of the voyagers, and almost every year, seafaring seafarers die due to out-of-control anomalies.

As the keeper and sealer of the anomaly, each church should inform all captains who may encounter it if the anomaly in their name gets out of control - no one thinks that this will damage the "face" of the Holy See, because this is the responsibility and obligation of the church.

Timely notification of the loss of control may save a ship that is unfortunate enough to encounter an anomaly one day in the future, or make it possible for an out-of-control anomaly to be resealed and contained.

Under normal circumstances, such notices would be sent to the port unit within twenty-four hours of the occurrence of an out-of-control event, but this announcement involving "Anomaly 099" was a little late.

Because this out-of-control incident involves not only the anomaly 099-puppet coffin, but also the anomaly 005-lost number.

The Pope and the Bishops must carefully consider the contents of the document to ensure that the information is accurate and that people do not read the document to attract the attention of the homeless.

Vanna's face sank as she read the document word by word, checking whether the words in the document fit the sacred and invisible structure of the prayer and whether they could avoid the gaze of the ghost captain of the Lost Land.

And on the window glass beside her, in the gap of light and shadow that neither she nor the bishop of the region could detect, Duncan was poking his head hard to look at the contents of the paper.

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