Subspace can pollute everything but subspace, even reality and time, but that doesn't seem to be a problem for the Lost Country.

Because in a sense, the ship is already part of the subspace - in fact, its bottom is still sailing in the subspace even now.

You can't let a person with zero SAN go crazy, and you can't recontaminate the Lost Country that has been completely remodeled by subspace.

Listening to the goat's words, Duncan showed a thoughtful expression, but he didn't think for long, because the voice of the goat's head came from the sailing table again: "Captain, you have become interested in things within the realm of civilization - you have been focused on sailing beyond the borders before. Is there anything in the city-state that means a lot to you? ”

Sailing beyond the borders?

Duncan's heart moved slightly, but the expression on his face still did not change, and he just replied casually: "It's just a matter of concern, no need for a reason." ”

"Ah, well, you're the captain, you have the final say," replied the goathead, and then it was silent for two seconds, as if hesitating or thinking about something, before speaking in a low voice, "Well, then, I would like to ask you a question, just in case." ”

Duncan raised an eyebrow.

He heard a hoarse and low voice coming from inside the wood carving: "Name? ”

"Duncan Abnomar," Duncan said expressionlessly, the fingers of his hands slightly crossed together, but this time, after saying the name, he suddenly laughed, and then asked rhetorically, "Actually, I'm curious, what would happen if I said something else?" ”

It was the first time he had asked the question, and the most daring "transgression" he had ever made - it was his life on the ship, his many encounters with the goat's head, and his growing understanding of his own powers and characteristics that had finally made him tentatively take this step.

Mutual temptation and observation established the most basic tacit understanding, and Duncan's rhetorical question revealed a tacit fact on both sides, and the goathead fell into a long silence after this question, and after a full minute, his low hoarse voice sounded again in the captain's room: "Then try not to tease me like that, captain, the Lost Country still needs you at the helm." ”

Duncan laughed.

As he thought, if Goathead had been the deputy of "Captain Duncan" for the past century, then it probably knew more about the ghost captain than the captain knew about himself, and considering that there were so many strange and extraordinary things in this world, a "first mate" who knew the captain to the extreme would not be able to detect the change in the captain and would not think of the possibility?

No matter how cautious the disguise is, there is a loophole, and this vulnerability will become more and more obvious over time, but no one mentions this vulnerability, which means that this level of disguise is just right and necessary.

The Lost Ship needs a captain, and the name of this captain is "Duncan Abnomar", and it doesn't matter what is behind the name, it doesn't matter if the captain himself is real or not, as long as there is a qualified person at the helm.

Duncan was just a little curious as to why it was himself, and ...... Whether or not the fact that he now has a "self-will" is unplanned, because according to his general understanding of ghost ships, if a cursed ship is constantly "catching" people to be captains, then the chosen person should actually be controlled by the curse, and he is obviously not bound in any way.

But he didn't ask these questions, because the goat's attitude was a subtle reminder to him:

There are some things that everyone knows, don't mention them too obviously.

Until we get to the bottom of the whole secret, this topic can end here.

"You still need your loyal first mate to serve you, and the Lost still needs a great captain at the helm, don't you think?" The voice of the goat's head came from the side, sounding a little expectant and even eager.

Duncan turned his head and looked at the obsidian-carved eyeballs.

"Of course." He said with a smile.

Then he stood up and walked to the door of the captain's room: "I'm going to leave first, you take care of the ship." ”

The goathead has regained his usual dog-legged attitude, and his tone is pleasant: "Of course, the following ellipsis of your loyalty will be here waiting for you to return, I wish you a ...... all the way"

Duncan had pushed the door open and walked out of the room, keeping behind the goat's head behind the door.

He stood on the aft deck and exhaled softly, a strange relief floating in his heart, the morning sun was pouring across the sea, making the whole deck seem to be filled with a warm atmosphere, and the door to the captain's cabin stood quietly in front of Duncan, the letters "Door of the Lost Country" on the door frame glittered in the sunlight.

He pressed the handle and pushed it forward slightly.

In the captain's room, the goathead sensed that the captain had temporarily left the Lost Land.

It was silent, the whole room was silent, even the entire ship was silent, but after a few minutes, a low creak suddenly came from under the floor, followed by some of the furnishings in the room that began to sway slightly, making all sorts of subtle noises.

The goat's voice then broke the silence and muttered to himself, "Mom...... You're not angry, are you...... I guess I'm not angry...... I'm going, I'm really not angry......"

The subtle noises in the room were more pronounced.

"I know, I know...... It's not like I have to ask for a name every once in a while! Isn't this for the safety of navigation! In case of a sudden fall back into subspace, at least there is a preparation...... Don't make a noise, don't make a noise, I'm still messing around...... Or next time you ask! If it doesn't work, don't make a noise...... You also know that I am the only one with a mouth on the whole ship......

"The puppet? You're all right, right? How did she know the situation...... Wait, when did you get on such good terms with her? It's not a fight all the time...... Don't you want to be bullied too much? Can it still be like this?

"Okay, okay, let's disperse, let's disperse, concentrate on hurrying, the captain may come back when he will come, and he may have to ask about the progress of the voyage...... Anchor, can you learn to paddle? Throw up a little bit of power, I look at the propellers of a steamship...... Okay, when I didn't say it...... Why don't you jump off those two lifeboats and toss upside down? Well, also when I didn't say ......"

The noise in the captain's room gradually calmed down.

The goathead sighed silently and continued to control the massive ghost ship in the direction of the city-state of Purland.

On the foggy chart, the flickering point of light where the city-state was located was a little closer.

……

Zhou Ming pushed open the door of the bachelor apartment and walked towards the world he was familiar with.

Outside the window, the fog was still shrouded, and the world he was familiar with was still so close at hand.

Everything in the room remained the same as when he left, the bedding on the bed was a little disheveled, the books on the bedside table were still spread, the computer screen in the corner was faintly flickering, and the "network not connected" prompt popped up again and again in the lower right corner.

Zhou Ming breathed a sigh of relief and walked to the shelf at the end of the room.

The miniature of the Lost Country was still lying quietly in the lattice, the same place he had placed it last time.

Zhou Ming picked up the vivid ghost ship "model", opened the door of the captain's room and looked inside.

The nautical table was still empty, and the goat's head was not in sight.

Zhou Ming thought for a while, put the Lost Country back in its place, and then turned around and came to the desk, ready to sit down and rest, by the way, in this familiar and quiet environment, he sorted out the known information and sorted out his thoughts.

But suddenly, his eyes were drawn to something on the desk.

Strictly speaking, not something, but something quirky...... Phenomenon.

He saw that some very, very tiny flames were constantly jumping on the empty table, and the small flames were like sparks, and under the outline of these faint and faint green flames, some faint outlines were faintly appearing in the air.

It was as if something was condensing on the desk, but it was condensing too slowly and getting stuck in a state that was about to take shape.

Zhou Ming sat down at the desk, quietly staring at the jumping flames, and the faint outline of the flames, the faint green firelight reflected on his face, and the slightly emaciated face gradually became serious.

He recognized some of the silhouettes outlined by the dancing flames that were familiar to him—those were certain neighborhoods of Purland!

He could even discern some of the details of the city-state's coast.

The fire was burning, and Zhou Ming still remembered that the order he gave to the flame was to continue to chase and hunt the kind of "thing" with a black umbrella.

Now it has spread to almost all corners of the city-state.

Prey...... In the air!?

Zhou Ming's brows furrowed slightly, he thoughtfully tracked and distinguished the trajectory of the spread of those flames, looking for the pattern of their gathering and the direction where they might converge next, just like a hunter, tracking the smell of his prey.

(End of chapter)