The flames in the mirror receded, and the majestic figure faded into the darkness, but the mysterious symbol that Captain Duncan had shown him was still clearly in his mind.

Morris left the room, glanced at his sleeping wife, and went to the desk under the window, where he took out a pen and paper, and by the cold night glow outside the window, while his memory was still very clear, he drew the mysterious and strange symbol.

Then, the well-informed old scholar frowned and looked at the pattern on the paper and fell into a brief thought.

Even the scholar who had passed the most rigorous exams in the Academy of Truth was confused when he saw this symbol—only one thing he was sure of was that it was not a mark used by any city, church, or official organization, nor did it conform to the runic norms of occult symbols.

According to the captain, it was the emblem of several ascetics who had visited the Lost Country a hundred years ago, and he had now suddenly become interested in it.

As the captain's "dependent", Morris did not intend to snoop on the captain's secrets, but he was extremely curious about the mysterious ascetics - what kind of "people" would carry such strange talismans, and suddenly attract the attention of Captain Duncan a hundred years later?

After thinking about it for a long time, Maurice breathed a sigh of relief, folded the paper properly, put it in the drawer of his desk, and locked it carefully.

He was going to wait until the sun rose tomorrow before going to his study to read the books about the ancient city-states and secret societies - although the god of wisdom had bestowed his followers with excellent memory, even the best memory had loopholes, maybe there was a record of this symbol in his collection?

If you can't find any clues in your collection...... Then go to several large libraries in the city-state and the archives of the University in Shangcheng to investigate that although he has been away from the university for many years, his original connections and influence are still there, and it is not a problem to borrow some precious classics.

If there is no record of this in the whole of Prand, then he will have to write to immortals and send telegrams to his old friends in Lensa and other places—a few old fellows with considerable research in the fields of history and occultism may be able to help, and if they can't, the universities and research institutes behind them can help

Either way, it was the first task the captain had given him - he had given him a miracle resurrection, and now he finally had a chance to help.

Morris silently thought about this in his heart, and his irritable mood due to insomnia was unconsciously completely calmed down, as if he had found the exuberant feeling of fighting for a certain goal that he had when he first entered the academy.

There is also a long-lost sleepiness.

……

Tirion had been tossing and turning in bed for hours, still unsleepy.

He couldn't remember how many years he hadn't had such a severe insomnia, but as the commander of the Sea Mist fleet, as the captain of the Sea Mist, he had always had great self-control and a good routine, and he could sleep and wake up with the precision of a machine - except today.

All kinds of thoughts and images continue to rise and fall in his mind, interspersed with countless yellowed and trivial memories, the flames emerging in the mirror, the gloomy and majestic father, the once expedition ship that set sail in cheers and praise, the shadow of the ship returning from subspace......

There's even the encounter between Frost Offshore and the Lost Land, and what the Frost Queen said to herself at the beginning of Project Abyss

"There are horrors under the depths, but there must be answers to everything under the depths."

Tirion rolled over and sat up from the bed.

He looked at the wall not far away, the mirror that had been hanging on the wall had been removed, and was still quietly buckled upside down on the table next to it, and a slightly lighter oval mark had been left on the wall, the suitcase for the crystal ball and lens set had been placed at the foot of the bed, and it had been re-locked, and the rest of the room with mirrors or smooth mirrors had been covered with cloth.

But the white cloth that covered the mirror made the room look even more eerie, and in the cold glow of the Creation of the World, the room seemed like a gathering place for souls.

But Tirion wasn't afraid of ghosts, he had a shipload of sailors of the living dead, a cursed living warship, and several secret bases that perennially had strange and terrifying visions—ghosts were nothing more scary than his father's.

After pacing back and forth in the quiet, gloomy room for a few minutes, Tirien's eyes fell on the suitcase at the end of the bed, and with a little hesitation, he picked it up.

Polley had already flown back to the ship to report his safety, and as the captain, it was not good for him to go to the next room to wake up his subordinates to play cards with him to relieve his boredom, so it was better to see what Dangke was doing with Thea.

Maybe the other party is suffering from insomnia just like you.

Turning on the light, placing the box on the table, and opening the lid, Tirion reached out for a crystal ball surrounded by a complex lens cluster and a lone connecting arm, but before he could activate the lens, the device buzzed, and the crystal ball in its center quickly lit up.

In just a few moments, Lucrecia's figure appeared in the crystal ball.

Wearing a gauze skirt, black hair and a shawl, the "Witch of the Sea" with a mysterious temperament looked at her brother with a tired look on her face.

"Brother, I'm having insomnia."

"If you have insomnia, you can find your puppets to relieve your boredom, or go to your magic experiments," Tirion grimaced, solemn, "I'm working on a plan for the future of the Sea Mist Force.

"But your hair is messy like you've been rolling on a pillow for four hours, and Lucchuthea said lightly, "This is the new posture when making the development plan?"

……

Was it good advice for Tirien to be silent for a few seconds? Unleash your ingenuity as a witch...... Never mind

When I didn't ask.

The brother and sister fell into an awkward silence for a moment, and then each made small talk, but both consciously or unconsciously avoided the key point, but gradually, the topic inevitably began to move in a certain direction.

「…… I've just made a few 'changes' to Luni," Lucrecia said, "I've strengthened her joint protection, and I've added a small container for holy oil and protective runes next to the orb where the 'soul' is stored."

"You think this will stop your father from contacting you next time through 'Nilou?'

"No, but maybe Luni won't be killed next time," Lucrecia said with a hint of helplessness, "She actually has a lingering fear of the last time she was stuck, and we had a serious conversation about it just now."

Tirion was a little curious, "Communication? What did you communicate with your puppet?"

"She advised me not to be nervous, I advised her to open up."

Tirien: "......"

There was silence between them again, but this time it didn't last long before Tirion suddenly said, "Actually, I was thinking about something."

"What are you thinking about?"

"Remember your father's last words today?" Tirion said slowly, "He said he found Luney's sister 'Nilou,' and mentioned that the doll was never sold......

Lucretia's eyes changed slightly, "What do you mean

"That means the shop is still there—do you remember where the doll shop is?" Tyrion's expression became serious, "I just remember it was inside the city of Zenland."

Lucretia frowned slightly and fell into memory, and Tirien continued slowly, "If Dad did 'buy Nilou' from that doll shop, then this is a crucial message: he had set foot on the city-state in some way before Poland was contaminated by history, and even moved here in the open......

"Did you ever think that this was a clue that my father deliberately revealed to us?" Lukmiencia said suddenly, "Now you have this in mind, but maybe that's what Father deliberately wanted you to investigate."

Tirion was silent for a few seconds before speaking, "I've considered this possibility—but even then, you know I won't let go of this clue."

「…… I only vaguely remember the location of the shop," Lucrecia said, "probably on the edge of Uptown, near some junction in the southern Downtown

Nearby, the owner is an elf lady...... When I saw her a century ago, I felt very old, but considering the life span of the elves, she should still be the owner of that shop now."

Tirien nodded slightly, silently jotting down the information Lucrecia had provided.

……

There was a slight wind and waves at sea, and the Lost Land swayed slightly in the wind and waves, and Duncan sat at the nautical table, somewhat boredly studying the foggy charts in front of him.

His body in the city-state of Plander had already fallen asleep, but the "body" on the Lost Land hardly needed to rest, so the night voyage became a rather boring time, especially the double restriction that it was not suitable for reading at night and at sea, and he could not bring the pastime books he bought in Plande here to relieve his boredom.

After all, he can't always take exploring this ship as a pleasure every day, and no matter how big the ship is, there will be an end to exploration.

"I'm a little tempted to walk around the spirit realm and call Fanna and Tiriam up to play cards, and in boredom, Duncan sighed and raised his eyes to look at the goat's head, "It's hard to say over there, Tiriam probably won't be able to sleep tonight

"If you do, he'll lose sleep tomorrow night," the goathead said immediately, "but frankly, your idea is really appealing, terrifying and entertaining—who are you going to knock first?"

"I'll just say so," Duncan glanced at the goat's head, his gaze swept over the chart again, but suddenly, as if he remembered something, he looked up suddenly, "How long is sunrise?"

「…… Three hours to go," the goat's head roughly estimated, "if it rises on time today."

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