On the first floor of the antique shop, Nina sat anxiously on a chair next to the counter, getting up from time to time to look out the window, seeing only the empty street under the streetlights, and then going to check the door again to make sure it was still closed.

She had the urge to go out and take a look several times, but she stopped before she could put her hand on the doorknob, and recalled in her mind her uncle's instructions before he hurried out the door—not to leave the door, but to stay at home and wait for him to return.

"Uncle is really...... I have to go out after dark, there is a curfew...... "Nina sat back behind the counter again, muttering alone, "If the night guards find out, they will definitely be detained again, and it is so dangerous......"

I don't know if this is the first time she has been dripping.

Then, at last, she heard a slight movement in the doorway, a sudden sound of footsteps, followed by the sound of turning the door lock—

Nina reluctantly looked up in the direction of the door, and saw that the door was pushed open, and the bell hanging in the door rang crisply and pleasantly, and the familiar figure finally appeared in her field of vision.

"Nina, I'm back," Duncan smiled as he looked at the girl who was walking briskly from the counter, "Look, it's not too late." ”

Nina pounced in three or two steps, hitting Duncan's chest with her head, followed by a series of complaints: "It's not too late!" What time is it? How dangerous it is to go out during curfew, and you don't tell me what you're going to do, just let me wait at home......"

Nina's babbling and whining was like a storm on the sea, blowing endlessly, but suddenly, she noticed a small figure hiding behind Duncan, and the whining suddenly stopped.

Shirley, who was carrying a small suitcase, got out from behind Duncan with her head down, and waved her hand to Nina with some restraint and nervousness: "Nina...... And me. ”

Duncan turned around and closed the door of the shop in case the well-wishers noticed the situation, and Nina's eyes widened when she saw Shirley's appearance: "Shirley?!" You...... Why did you come here, and with your uncle...... Wait, there's a lot of blood on you! ”

"Ah, don't worry, don't worry," Shirley hurriedly waved her hand, although the injury on her back hadn't completely healed, she still tried her best to smile as bright as before in front of the other party, "If there is a little problem, I'm fine......"

"What a small problem!" Nina hurriedly took the suitcase in Shirley's hand, and quickly checked the blood stains on the other party's body, and quickly noticed the torn position on Shirley's clothes, and was immediately shocked, "You...... You've been injured so badly that you have to get a doctor quickly! You ......"

"I'm really fine, hey, calm down!" Shirley hurriedly took Nina's hand, her face full of helplessness, "Have you forgotten, I'm not an ordinary person......"

Nina opened her mouth, as if she wanted to say something, but suddenly heard Duncan cough next to her.

"Ahem," Duncan interrupted the increasingly chaotic exchange between the two girls, his eyes falling on Nina, "don't ask so much yet, Shirley's injuries shouldn't be worried—you take her up to take a shower and change her clothes first, and then explain the details." ”

Nina's gaze flickered between Shirley and Duncan, and she agreed vaguely, while Shirley rubbed her belly, a little embarrassed: "That...... Do you have anything to eat...... I want to eat something first......"

Perhaps it was too much wear and tear in the process of recovering from her injuries, and she only felt hungry now—the pain in her body was less urgent than that.

"Ahh Nina was stunned for a moment, and immediately reacted, "It just happened that I cooked an extra person's meal tonight...... I'm going to give you some heat! ”

Nina ran up the stairs quickly, the sound of the footsteps fading away, and Shirley stayed behind, a little stunned, she looked left and right, and saw the familiar first-floor shop, the shelves full of fake antiques, the unclean shop windows, and Mr. Duncan standing next to him smiling.

She was stunned for a few seconds before she muttered softly, "I'm back again......"

"Yes, you're back again," Duncan smiled, bending over to pick up Shirley's little suitcase and stride forward, "We'd better discuss how to explain your injuries and come up with a reasonable reason for you to stay here for a long time—but I don't think it's a good reason, Nina would be happy to see you stay." ”

Shirley watched from behind in a daze, and suddenly reacted, and hurriedly followed Duncan in three or two steps, and said quickly while reaching for his suitcase: "I'll just come by myself!" I ...... myself."

Duncan shook his head with a smile and looked up.

The pale and cold light of the Creation of the World shone on the boundless sea, the light of the fine scales reflected in the gently undulating waves, and the cool sea breeze of the night blew across the deck, blowing the hem of the captain's uniform.

Duncan stood on the deck of the Lost Land, looking at the three "Last Missionaries" in front of him, who still had not regained consciousness, but whose bodies had gradually returned to their human form.

It turns out that these crooked guys can also become normal people?

Footsteps came from not far away, and Duncan looked back to see Alice's long silver-white hair rising in the night breeze - a goth doll in a long dress ran over in the night, shouting happily as she ran, "Captain, Captain, I just heard Mr. Goathead say that you sent something to the deck again?" You've bought another ...... from the human city-state."

Alice stopped in the middle of her shouting, and the doll that had come out to see the excitement stopped beside the captain and looked at the three "humanoids" lying on the deck with a confused expression.

After being stunned for a long time, the puppet turned to look at Duncan blankly: "Captain...... Is this also a native of the human city-state? ”

“…… Sort of," Duncan thought for a moment, "I haven't seen it anywhere else, anyway, and it's popping up in the city-state." ”

Alice groaned, and raised her hand to scratch her hair again, feeling that her skull was itching—as if she was about to grow a brain, but it didn't grow.

"Look...... It's supposed to be human, right? The puppet cooed, "Captain, what are you doing with three of these things?" I didn't buy it, did it? ”

"I didn't buy it, I picked it up on the road." Duncan casually dealt with the disjointed figure, while paying attention to the three "subspace believers" who had almost completely reverted to their human form, and he was relieved to notice that one of them was already showing signs of awakening.

It seems that Ai Yin's teleportation process is as reliable as ever, and these cultists are still alive and well, and they can even wake up.

So...... In the future, is it okay to let Ai Yin transport ordinary people on the ship?

Duncan calculated in his heart, and his mood gradually became better.

He had been looking for cultists to serve as "test subjects" to test Ayin's ultra-long-range teleportation ability, the special environment on the Lost Land, and Alice's guillotine power, but he never found a chance.

The Sun cultists in the city-state were almost caught by the Deep Sea Church's round of blows, and now they are all crammed into churches all over the country, and the folk idle cultists are fleeing and hiding, and they can't find it for a long time—he had temporarily put aside this idea, but he didn't expect to encounter this situation tonight.

A few end-life preachers who worship subspace have popped up out of nowhere.

What else could Duncan say? He can only thank nature for its gifts......

And while he was thinking about it, the "gifts of nature" on the deck finally woke up.

One of the Last Preacher suddenly twitched, a hoarse grunt came from his throat, and then his lanky arms barely supported his body, and the subspace worshipper sat up, looking in amazement at the unfamiliar surroundings.

The gentle waves and cold breeze stimulated his nerves, alienated by the influence of subspace, and a gentle, deep voice came from the side: "You're awake." ”

"Here......" The cultist slowly turned his head, and the figures of Duncan and Alice were reflected in his cloudy eyes, his brain was sluggish, and it took several seconds to regain his ability to think, and the next second he finally got up, facing Duncan with hostility, and took a slight step back, "Who are you?!" ”

"Oh, yes, you haven't seen me," Duncan said with a low voice as he watched the other two Last Missionaries wake up, "Welcome to the Lost Land—you can call me Captain Duncan." ”

“…… Lost Country?! The first cultist to wake up was stunned for a moment, he obviously knew the name, and after a brief moment of stunnedness, his eyes widened, "This is ...... This is on that ghost ship returning from subspace?! ”

"That's right, it seems that if you understand the situation, then our communication will be simple," Duncan nodded, "First of all, I have some questions......"

Before he could finish speaking, he saw that the cultist on the other side suddenly raised his hands in the air, and a kind of ecstasy seemed to fill the mind of the madman, causing him to shout loudly: "O subspace! You've finally opened your door to us! Eternal life in the last days! Salvation in the midst of disaster! Annihilation, recovery! The Ark of Promise has come...... The Ark of Promise has come! ”

Duncan's words immediately couldn't go on—

What's wrong with this cultist's brain?!