There was a slight wind and waves on the sea.

The cold night breeze blew across the sea, and the undulating waves lapped against the sturdy hull of the Lost Land, but the massive ship remained steady, continuing to sail north at full speed as if ignoring the wind and waves.

The translucent astral sails hoisted high in the night, the occasional creaking sound between the cable and the mast sounded, and the living ghost ship let out a pleasant sigh in the wind and waves, but the new members of the ship seemed a little preoccupied at the moment.

From Duncan's mouth, Vanna learns the truth about the Frost Rebellion half a century ago, the most bizarre plan for the abyss, and the shadow of that terrible plan that still lingers today, half a century later.

Compared to the devastating fires that Perand had encountered, the Frosty Abyss Project was a terrifying disaster on another level—darkness, coldness, and an invisible horror surging in the abyss, and the catastrophe was about to happen, or it had already happened, or even ended, and in the cold night, no sound could describe the outline of the invisible horror.

The Black Sun event in Poland is a fiery war, but beneath the frosty abyss is a silent twisted nightmare.

"According to Tirion, the Abyss Project is over, and all subsequent effects have ended with the death of the Frost Queen, but in fact we have no evidence that some of the otherworldly visions under the Frost have actually ceased to function - we don't even know what it is, and the whole thing is completely shrouded in a fog from start to finish. And now Maurice has received another letter from Frost, and that letter is a sign that something is wrong in that northern city-state. ”

Duncan's deep voice sounded in the night wind, and then he paused for a moment, then suddenly turned to look at Fanna, "Did Helena tell you about the 'abnormal movement' in the northern seas?" ”

"His Majesty the Pope?" Vanna was stunned for a moment and shook her head slightly, "She didn't say that, she only said let me ride the Lost Country, but she didn't actually tell me exactly what I should do." ”

"Didn't she say it......" Duncan muttered softly, but did not linger on the topic, "then I don't want to think so much, you just need to adapt to life on the ship, don't worry, I won't give you the task of making things difficult for you." ”

He looked up at the deep night and the mist on the boundless sea in the distance.

"It's late at night, and it's best not to blow too much cold wind on the deck – the sea breeze at night isn't very kind to the body and mind."

Vanna glanced at Duncan in some surprise—she had seen so many surprised looks throughout the day—before nodding knowingly, "Ah, okay, thank you." ”

As she spoke, she fumbled around her body and pulled out a small piece of wood from her shirt pocket—a wave talisman carved from sea polyp, which she put to her lips and whispered a few words of prayer before throwing it into the sea outside the ship.

Duncan looked curiously at Vanna's actions, "What is this doing?" ”

"It was a wave amulet carved by my own hand from sea polyps, and it was a way for the goddess of the storm to pray when they went out to sea," Vanna casually explained, "The sea polyp was considered to be the favorite of the goddess of storms, and throwing its amulet into the sea symbolized the ancient act of sacrifice, and it was easier to establish a connection with the goddess by praying when the amulet was thrown." ”

She stopped abruptly at this, and then hesitated: "Do you mind these behaviors?" ”

"Ah, of course I don't mind, as I said, the atmosphere on the Lost is more relaxed than you might think," Duncan immediately smiled and shook his head, "Maurice usually prays to the God of Wisdom, too. ”

As he spoke, he waved his hand to Fanna, turned around and slowly walked in the direction of the captain's room: "I'll go back first, you rest early." ”

The sound of the waves roaring loudly, and Fanna watched the tall figure fade away, and suddenly, as if remembering something, she shouted behind Duncan, "Captain! ”

Duncan stopped and didn't look back: "What else?" ”

Vanna opened her mouth and hesitated for two or three seconds before finally speaking: "I apologize to you - for my reckless ......"

"I don't care." Duncan said casually, then waved his hand and walked away without looking back.

Vanna was still standing on the deck, seemingly distracted.

Behind her, in the choppy sea, the wave talisman carved from sea polyp wood had been stirring up and down by the waves for a long time, until it was suddenly caught by a cluster of waves, and was swept into the depths of the sea in an instant.

……

In the captain's room, the goat's head creaked up and looked at Duncan as he walked into the room: "Ah, captain, have you finished pacifying the new crew?" Today is an incredible day, a high-ranking priest who follows the Goddess of the Storm has become your crew, which can also be considered some kind of trophie, I think ......"

Duncan raised his eyelids and glanced at the goat's head, "Next time you say that in front of Vanna." ”

“…… Can't beat it. ”

"Then don't talk nonsense," Duncan said casually, glancing down as he walked past the chart, "where are we now?" What's going on with the Sea Mist now? ”

"The Sea Mist is still at full speed, but it has been fine-tuned twice a short time ago, and judging by its location, it may be close to the secret home port of the Sea Mist Fleet," the goathead replied immediately, "and we should be able to enter the cold sea by the early morning, and then sail north for another four to five days to reach the frost...... Do we drive straight over, or do we operate covertly in the nearby waters? ”

"Don't be exposed just yet," Duncan said, "I'm not going to 'make contact' with the Frosty City-State Guard yet." ”

"Yes, Captain."

Duncan thought for a moment and said, "In addition, after the Sea Mist has stopped, lean in and take a look - without revealing it, it should not be difficult for the Lost to the Lost to be able to lurk in the spirit realm for a long time." ”

"Ah, of course, it's easy," the goathead immediately agreed, "but ...... What are you trying to do with that secret port? ”

"If something really happened to Frost, and it had something to do with the secrets beneath the abyss, I think Tirion would have done something about it, and staring at him would be the equivalent of staring at Frost. If the conditions are right over there, we'll lurk near the Sea Mist. ”

The goat's head immediately commanded: "Understood." ”

Duncan nodded and walked to his bedroom.

"I'm going to try to 'probe' the direction of the frost, and don't bother if I don't have to."

"Yes, Captain!"

The door to the dorm closed behind him.

Duncan exhaled softly and sat down at the table, moving his slightly stiff shoulders and neck.

Aid, who was closing his eyes next to the window, woke up, fluttered his wings and jumped on the table, tilting his head to look at his master: "Sharp, or stay in the hotel?" ”

Duncan glanced at the pigeon: "Spirit walking." ”

As the words fell, the brass compass hanging on Ae's chest opened with a "snap", and a dark green flame rose from the compass, and in an instant, the scene in Duncan's vision had changed!

He once again came to the space filled with countless stars and lines, boundless chaos and darkness.

Say's figure emerged from the darkness, skeletal birds wrapped in spirit fire hovering and fluttering around him.

But he didn't move his position or touch a cluster of nearby starlight for the first time, but first settled down, carefully observing the light that flickered in his field of vision, and perceiving the aura faintly revealed in those lights.

Really...... As the Lost moved away from Poland and closer to Frost, the starlight he saw in the space changed!

Duncan looked up, sensing his body in Plain, and he followed his perception into the depths of darkness, seeing a hazy point of light in the far distance.

He withdrew his gaze from afar, looking at the bright "stars" that flickered in front of him.

After a moment's thought, he approached some of the points of light and cautiously touched a few of them.

Instead of directly occupying the shell represented by these points of light, he reads the shallow information behind the points of light—emotions, perceptions, and even fragmented superficial consciousness.

Cold, nervous, fuel prices, steam supply, town hall, frost ......

After touching a few points of light, Duncan retracted his will.

Continued contact with these points of light, which represent the "living", could cause widespread panic, and then the concern of the city-state defender, who does not want to deal with a strange church at this time.

There was enough information to be accessed so far—just what I had read from those few points of light was enough to confirm that this starlight was the inhabitants of Frost.

At least part of it.

Duncan's gaze swept across a dazzling array of starlight, searching for the dim, weak, lifeless individuals within.

He needs a shell that can be used as an outpost for intelligence.

A moment later, an unusually flickering shimmer suddenly caught his eye.

"That's you!"

(End of chapter)