The view in the mirror appears to be based on a window, and Duncan feels himself as a person clinging to the window, looking through the glass into the room, where an unusually tall young woman with a familiar profile looks.

After a moment's recollection, Duncan remembered somewhere he had seen this face—it was the inquisitor of Prand's prestige, Fanna Wayne!

Her figure has appeared in the newspapers.

Why did you see such a sight? Why did you suddenly see this devotee of the Storm Goddess through a window? Some kind of secret connection? And when was this connection established? Why did I never notice it before, but now I suddenly perceive this invisible "line"?

Duncan's mind was filled with countless thoughts for a moment, but the next second, the jumbled thoughts in his mind were interrupted by something that swept his gaze.

He could see what the Inquisitor was reading in the mirror.

It was a document, written in a rigorous format, with the sacred symbol of the Goddess of the Storm printed on the paper, and the first sentence of the opening sentence was: The captains of the ships and the accompanying priests and guides of the Infinite Seas are hereby notified that the Anomaly 099-Puppet Coffin has recently gone out of control, and the Most Holy and Wise have witnessed that the cursed thing has been lost in the storm, and the circumstances and characteristics of this anomaly are hereby announced as follows......

Duncan's eyes widened slowly, his gaze over Vanna's shoulder, at the document written in a format that looked like a specific prayer about Anomaly 099, at the dangerous curse with the power of decapitation, at the birthplace of the puppet coffin, and at the record of the "Alice Guillotine......

In astonishment, his gaze moved all the way down, and at the end of the document, he saw the record of the "attack" of the White Oak, but the key part of the last sentence was blocked by the tall figure of Miss Inquisitor, and he couldn't see it clearly.

Duncan probed left and right in front of the mirror, and in a hurry, he subconsciously said: "Give way to the side, let go to the side, let go to the side......"

In the lounge, Vana suddenly felt as if a breeze was blowing through her earlobes, and she subconsciously looked to the side and saw a crack in the window, through which the cool evening sea breeze blew in.

The flames of several oil lamps in the room flickered, and the soft light dispelled the malice that permeated the heavens and the earth as night approached, and also brought her a sense of extra peace of mind.

She put the papers aside and turned to look at the regional bishops: "Put it away, the bishops of the city-state must be careful in their disposal, this thing is safe." ”

The regional bishop nodded, and as he stepped forward to put away the papers, he turned on the electric light in the room, a brighter light than an oil lamp to dispel the darkness of the day and night: "Are you going back to the Central Cathedral tonight?" ”

"Bishop Valentine is still waiting for me to discuss the matter," Vanna bowed slightly, "There has been a lot of turmoil in the city-state lately, and we may need to conduct a large-scale prayer event to strengthen the cathedral's protection of the entire city-state. ”

As she spoke, she glanced up at the chandelier hanging from the roof, and the light bulbs installed in the chandelier made the room as bright as day: "...... Hey, if only electric lights could have the effect of warding off evil spirits, even if they are so bright, the illumination range is far better than that of flames......"

"Who's to say it's not," said the bishop of the region, spreading his hands, "but it's a pity that electricity is not holy. ”

Vanna shook her head, said nothing, and after saying goodbye to the district bishop, she strode out of the common room.

After Vanna left, an oil lamp near the window suddenly flickered slightly, and then calm returned.

The scene in the mirror faded, and the green light faded, and the glass reflected the captain's bedroom again.

Just now, the moment the Inquisitor turned her head, Duncan still read the line at the end of the document—the most useful information for him was a few words:

Vision 005 - Lost Country.

"The classification of the Lost Country is indeed a 'vision'...... And the number turned out to be so high. He returned to his desk and muttered thoughtfully, but then he wondered, "Then again, how are the numbers arranged?" ”

Nina's textbook mentions the numbering and names of many anomalies and anomalies, and also mentions that this "list" and the rules behind the list originate from the ancient kingdom of Crete, but it is not clear how and by whom the specific numbers of those anomalies and anomalies are determined, only that each church has the right to interpret and publish the obligation, and mentions that under normal circumstances, the higher the number, the more weird, dangerous, or special historical status it is—Duncan didn't think about it at first, but then he suddenly had a question.

This number...... Is it in the order in which they were discovered?

If it is arranged in the order of discovery, then it is impossible for the Lost Country Number, which has only a hundred years of history, to occupy such a high number, after all, there are visions in this world that are older than the Lost Country Number, and theoretically all the upper numbers must have been occupied long ago.

But if they are not in the order in which they were found, but in order of danger, wouldn't the numbers have to change from time to time? Every time a new anomaly or anomaly is discovered, the danger value is re-evaluated and the entire "leaderboard" is corrected, which becomes a major project and extremely inconvenient to use.

While textbooks say that anomalies and anomalies are not necessarily 100% dangerously related to rankings, it is also clearly stated that in most cases, anomalies and anomalies that are numbered higher are more dangerous and terrifying than those at the bottom.

This is a question worth considering: if the existing list of anomalies and anomalies is relatively stable and easy to change, then its arranger is simply a prophetic figure, who has to predict the "ranking" of almost every anomaly and anomaly when the list is made, not only to accurately assign new anomalies and anomalies when they are discovered, but also to leave "blanks" in the table in advance for powerful anomalies and anomalies that will appear in the future.

Duncan suddenly had doubts about the "list" and the creator behind it when he saw the expression "Vision 005-Lost Country", but he quickly put these doubts aside for the time being.

Because there's one thing that's more important than the rules behind the "Otherworldly Things Ranking" at the moment – Alice.

That cursed puppet of the Harmonic Gate is so big!

"I'll go out."

Duncan casually said to the pigeon on the table and walked out of the captain's bedroom.

The goat's head in the chart room heard the door move, and immediately turned his head with a creak, and when he saw Duncan, he said as usual: "Last name......"

"Duncan Abnomar - don't talk about that, where's Alice?"

"Ah, great ship......" The goat head was just about to habitually bara a few paragraphs after confirming the name, but as soon as he jumped out a few words, he was blocked by the captain, and his neck creaked, and then he reacted, "You are looking for Miss Alice?" She might be counting her hair in her room......"

"Count the hair?" Duncan was stunned, "What's wrong with her...... Forget it, I'll go on my own trip, you just keep sailing. ”

He didn't wait for a reply, turned the door and left the captain's quarters, leaving the goat's head on the chart table stunned to look at the door that had been closed again.

"I haven't had time to say more...... "After holding it for a while, the goat's head finally reacted, and his tone was depressed, "Has my ability to open the topic weakened......"

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw a crack open in the corner door to the captain's quarters, and the pigeon Ay swaggered out of the crack and flew to the table with fluttering wings.

"Talking about five bucks?" The pigeon tilted its head and blinked its little eyes.

"Okay, okay, just have someone to talk to me!" The goat's head suddenly became happy, and according to the standard that the boat was all his own people, he didn't pick the person he communicated with at all, "What do you want to talk about?" By the way, can you really speak normally? It always feels like you're ......."

"Hour fries."

"Huh?" The goat's head froze, "No, I mean, you can really realize yourself ......"

"Hour fries."

“…… If you're talking about the culinary ...... of maritime cuisine."

"Hour fries."

"Is there anything else you can say?"

"Hour fries."

Goathead: "......"

Duncan didn't pay attention to the movement in the captain's room after he left, he went straight through the upper deck, and soon came to the seafarer's cabin below, and after sorting out his thoughts a little in front of Alice's door, he reached out and knocked on the door: "Alice, it's me." ”

A stammering voice soon came from inside the door: "Please...... Please...... Please go ......"

Duncan subconsciously raised an eyebrow when he heard this, and then pushed the door open.

The doll in the gothic dress sat at the table next to the bed, facing a vanity mirror on the table, she held her head in both hands, and her silver-white hair fell like a waterfall - the head's gaze turned, and a smile gradually bloomed on her beautiful and delicate face: "Boat...... Boat...... Captain, late ...... Late...... ...... in the evening"

Duncan: "You put your head on." ”

"Poo."