Thank you.

A very common word, but it instantly made Duncan breathe.

He was sure that there was no such word on the paper just now, and there was no trace of the hookah-wet, which appeared out of thin air in front of his eyes!

He stared at the marks on the paper, a faint green flame burning around him, and his consciousness swept over the ship for a split second to see if there were any uninvited "guests" on the ship—but he didn't notice anything.

How did the word come from? Who is conveying the message to themselves? Why?

Frankly, he was a little more considerate of the mood of those who were frightened by him, such as Vanna, who jumped into the vanity mirror in her dream, such as Tiriam and Lucrecia just now—but only a little bit of understanding, and he will do the same next time.

Now the key is why a word suddenly popped up on this piece of paper.

Duncan's brow furrowed tightly, and suddenly, a detail crossed his mind—just now, when he was talking to Tirien, he said in a joking tone:

"If the god behind this church is watching, then he owes me a thanks."

The expression on Duncan's face became subtle, as soon as this idea came out, his first reaction was outrageous, how could this kind of joke-like thing be serious, but after this knee-jerk reaction, he couldn't help but think about it in this direction, and the more he thought about it...... The more you can't calm down.

He lowered his head, looked at the wet corner of the paper, hesitated for a moment, then picked up the pen next to him and wrote a few words on the dry edge of the water mark.

"Storm Goddess?"

After he finished writing, he waited patiently, and stared at the dried-up place with a big press in anticipation, but the water he was waiting for was almost dry and he didn't wait for a reply.

The other party seems to have left a word and slipped away - maybe it was deliberately not read?

Duncan's mind is full of outrageous and strange ideas, he has been in this evil world for so long, and the degree of evil at this moment is still far greater than before, so that he finally tempered the mentality of Gujing Wubo is a little difficult at this time, but after waiting for a long time and still to no avail, he still slowly put down the pen in his hand and calmed down his mood a little bit.

After pondering for a moment, he got up and pushed open the wooden door that led to the chart room—at the nautical table, the goat's head was staring at the misty chart, as usual, and turned his head as soon as he heard the door open.

"There were no anomalies on the ship just now, right?" Duncan asked without waiting for the other party to speak.

"On board? There's nothing unusual on the boat," the goat's head was stunned for a moment, and then subconsciously replied, and then seemed to notice something, "What's wrong?" I'm going to search the whole ship......·

"No need, I've already checked it once, I'm just looking for you to confirm it twice," Duncan waved his hand, then steadied and decided not to mention the strange handwriting on the paper, "I just met Tiriam and Lucretia and they happened to be in contact with each other.

Goathead sensed that the captain was in a strange state at the moment, but since the other party didn't mean to explain further, it wisely didn't ask, and after hearing Duncan's words, it only sighed a little: "Many people in the world have speculated that Tirion and Luckchus Thea have a cold relationship between siblings, and the evidence is that Tirion was a pirate in the depths of civilization, while his sister was engaged in a great career of adventure and pioneering on the frontier of civilization, and the two never saw each other...... But now it seems that the world's wild speculation is just speculation after all.

"In my opinion, they have a good relationship, especially when they face me together, and that tacit understanding seems to have been cultivated since childhood, and they have experienced a childhood of father's injury together," Duncan shook his head, "As for the fact that they are far apart now, they have just chosen different paths in life.

"Ah, old father's feelings," the goathead exclaimed exaggeratedly, "are you and your two 'children' still communicating well?"

「…… I think it's going well," Duncan thought for a moment and nodded slightly, "I think I've fully expressed my kindness, and have initially implanted in their minds the impression of sanity and 'humanity returning, and also

It has paved the way for future contact, at least the next time we encounter the Sea Mist, we shouldn't have to cover each other's fire, which is the first step to family harmony."

The goat's head was silent for a moment, which made Duncan feel strange, "Why didn't you speak this time? Doesn't you usually talk a lot?

The goat's head whispered, "Even if we don't cover each other with firepower, even if we have a harmonious family, this is too powerful for me to evaluate.

Duncan didn't know what to do, so he spread his hands wordlessly, and Goathead asked after a moment of silence, "Sounds like you're already preparing for a meeting with Tirion?" Why are you suddenly so active about this?

"Because he played for the Frost Queen," Duncan said lightly, "and I'm a little curious about his experience now.

"Is it Miss Alice?"

"Sort of."

Duncan said casually.

Then he shook his head, turned back to the house, found the piece of paper he had sketched and tore off the corner of the shisha-wet text that had surfaced, and returned to the nautical table in the chart room: "I have something for you.

He placed that weird hexagonal pattern in front of the goat's head.

"Have you ever seen this?

The goat's neck creaked, and it lowered its gaze, staring curiously at the pattern on the paper, and then shook its head; "Haven't seen what this is?

"Haven't you seen that?" Duncan frowned, and only spoke slowly after confirming that the goat's attitude did not seem to be concealed, for more than a century ago, several ascetics visited the Lost Land, and one of them had an amulet with this pattern on his body."

The goat's head was silent for a moment, then whispered, "Oh, that's out of my sight."

Duncan instantly understood what the other party meant.

At that time, the goat's head was not on the Lost Country.

Goathead wasn't the ship's "crew" from the start, it had only been on the Lost for a century - it was only after the ship crashed into subspace that it appeared on the ship.

There are many secrets behind this ship and this "first mate", and this is one of the few mysteries that Duncan slowly tried and successfully solved.

Duncan didn't speak for a moment.

In fact, he had always been curious, curious about how the goathead came to this ship, why the other party would become the "first mate" here after the real Captain Duncan went completely crazy, and ...... Be curious about the connection between the other party and the subspace, and the myriad secrets behind it.

But unfortunately, the goathead never mentioned this, and even several times Duncan tried to test it a little, and it diverted the subject in an obvious blunt way.

This is an attitude and a hint that it cannot be said, and if it is said, it will cause a big mess.

Duncan came back to his senses, put aside the thoughts in his mind for a moment, and after a moment's thought, he nodded to the goat's head; "Then you stay at the helm, I need to take care of something."

"Of course, I'm here to help!"

Duncan put away the paper and turned to walk to his bedroom. But he was halfway through when he suddenly heard the voice of the goat coming from behind him:

"Captain."

Duncan stopped and looked back slightly, "Huh?"

"You can always trust your loyal first mate."

Duncan didn't speak, but he nodded lightly and stepped into the room.

……

Morris tossed and turned in bed for a long time, and finally sat up.

His wife was asleep beside her, her slight snoring sounding from time to time, and the glow of the Creation of the World filtered through the window, casting a patch of night on the bedroom floor.

Everything was like a dream, but everything was real.

Morris rarely suffers from insomnia, but he has always had trouble falling asleep since his wife's "return", and he knows exactly why.

Because of fear.

He was worried that as soon as he fell asleep, this dream-like reality would really become a dream, and he was worried about all the oddities

It's just the result of one's own wishful thinking, just like praying to subspace eleven years ago, but in exchange for it is just an illusion that can be destroyed with one kill.

Because of this fear, he didn't even dare to pray to Rahhem casually In the past many years, even if he deliberately distanced himself from the church, he did not interrupt the habitual prayer in his daily life, but now because he subconsciously avoided the blessing effect of the "true eye", he even forcibly restrained his prayer.

Morris exhaled softly, waking his somewhat drowsy brain a little from the cold night, then got up and put on a dress, and stood silently beside the bed, looking at his sleeping wife.

He did this a lot for the past two days.

But this time, as soon as he looked at it for a moment, he suddenly felt a trance in his head, and then a faint call and a vague majestic figure came to the back of his mind—and Maurice instantly realized what was happening.

The captain was calling himself.

The old scholar immediately took two deep breaths, came to his senses, and then walked briskly to the utility room connected to the master bedroom, where he turned on the electric light, and then looked at an antique mirror in the corner of the small room.

An illusory spirit flame was slowly floating on the edge of the mirror, and the captain's figure was emerging in it.

For some reason, this should have been a frightening picture for ordinary people, but at this moment, it made Morris feel a little more inexplicably down-to-earth.

He found a sense of "reality" in the floating flames and majestic figures, just as pain can prove to be alive, it is a "proof" that can prove that miracles have indeed happened, and that everything is true at this moment.

Morris came to the antique mirror and bent down slightly: "Captain, what do you command?"

Duncan saw Morris and the background of the miscellaneous objects behind the other party, and his mind immediately thought of the middle-aged social animal who secretly hid in the storage room and played games for fear of being discovered by his wife......

The next moment, he straightened his face, shook aside the out-of-tune associations, and said to Morris with a serious expression, "I need you to investigate something, maybe it has something to do with history or some kind of hidden organization."

"What kind of thing?

"A mysterious motif that once appeared on the amulets of a group of ascetics.

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