Duncan was really stunned for a few seconds before he realized what Dog meant - not that he couldn't understand the other party's words, but that he needed to digest the shocking facts.

"Are you sure?" He grew up in a tin box

picked up the small piece of gray-black flesh with a subtle blue tint, and pinched it again, "This thing is part of the Dark Lord?"

"You...... You're still pinching?!" pander to

The dog looked at Duncan's overly "reassuring and bold" move, and his voice changed, "Don't you feel the tremendous coercion and power it exudes?"

"No," Duncan shook his head, then added, "and not only did I not feel it, but Fana and Morris didn't react much - they only found it dangerous or disturbing, but not as much as you."

Listening to Duncan's words, Ah Dog had unconsciously lowered his body, lying on the table in a posture of full vigilance, the blood-colored light in his eyes flickering brightly and dimly, and after a long time, he muttered, "It does seem to have lost its vitality...... Or is it suppressed by you, but I can't tell clearly, I am a ghostly demon, and I have an inseparable connection with the ghostly holy lord, I ...... There are only endless shadows and pressures."

"It may have something to do with your constitution," Duncan said, re-fastening the lid of the tobacco box and slipping it into his pocket—he noticed that with his actions, Ah Dog's state was noticeably more relaxed, "I'll put it up first, you might feel better."

"Thank you...... Thank you, Captain," Dog finally shuddered, and it staggered to its feet, but still looked at Duncan's pocket in shock, "You just said...... This flesh was brought out of the deepest part of the Obsidian?"

"Yes, and from the mouth of a mortal," Duncan sighed softly, telling what had happened after Dog and Shirley were sent back to the Lost Land, "... It was in Christo Barberly's mouth that we found this sample of flesh."

After hearing the full story of the incident, Ah Gou's consternation was beyond words.

It looked up, looked at Shirley, and then didn't speak for half a minute, and then it didn't take long for Shirley to smack her lips and break the silence, "You mean ...... The captain named Christo...... On his deathbed, he bit off a piece of meat from a god...

…… Anyway, is the secluded Holy Lord a god?

"For mortals, there is no difference, 'like a god, it's a very broad concept," Ah Dog said in a solemn tone, slowly shaking his head, "I... …·· I still couldn't believe it, I couldn't imagine how he did it at all - mortals didn't even have the strength to move a finger in front of the Shadow Lord, let alone fight and fight back····· … What's more, how did he meet the Shadow Lord?"

"The Obsidian has ever been in the depths of the deep sea?" Duncan frowned suddenly, "It didn't sink continuously in the reality dimension after the Frost Sea sank, but was teleported away? Or...... Beneath the frosty depths of the sea, it actually leads to the realm of the dark demons?"

"I don't think it's possible," Ah Dog immediately shook his head, "I haven't heard of any place in the deep sea that is directly connected to the reality dimension, and if there is really a leak between the two places, in six years, the Frost City-State should have been torn apart by the demons that poured out of it, and the Obsidian sank one by one, but it was six years ago."

Duncan groaned slightly.

But now he has too little information, no matter how much he thinks about it, it is difficult to find a reasonable explanation.

Only one thing is certain: the piece of "flesh" brought out of the Obsidian is a rather dangerous thing, and it seems that it is best not to take it out casually.

Of course, he also considered whether to burn the piece of meat directly or stuff it into the main cannon of the Lost Country

Based on the feedback he felt after touching the piece of meat, Duncan thought that this thing could also be burned by the spiritual fire as a "transcendent firewood", but after a short weighing, he decided to keep it for now.

What if it comes in handy in the future?

After pondering, Duncan's note

The will fell on Ah Gou again.

The ghostly hound slowed down for a moment, and then consciously didn't pay attention to the location of the "Holy Lord Flesh", and now it seemed to be in much better shape.

"Are the other Shadow Demons like you?"

"Huh?" Ah Gou didn't react for a moment, "You mean ·····?"

"The Nether Demons are all from the Holy Lord, you once told me that the habitat of a more powerful Nether Demon like you is even next to the Holy Lord," Duncan stared at Ah Dog's blood-colored eyes, "but you reacted this way after getting close to the breath of the Holy Lord—how do you usually live next to the Holy Lord?"

Trembling like this every day?"

Ah Dog was obviously stunned, probably not expecting the captain's imagination to be so leaping and concrete, but after a moment of silence, it still shook its head and said calmly, "Normal ghostly demons····· I wouldn't have had that reaction."

"Huh?"

"Reason is the premise of madness,"

Ah Gou sighed, "Only wisdom can understand fear, and only human nature can distinguish beast nature—I have deviated from the normal trajectory of the Shadow Demon, and I have lost the qualification to approach the Shadow Lord."

Shirley on the side blinked, and suddenly reacted: "Ah Dog, did you just say something very philosophical?!"

"Reason is the premise of madness..." Duncan ignored Shirley's babbling and only whispered thoughtfully, "So, you can't return to your homeland now, but you can't get close to the Lord's breath anymore, but you're sensitive to it?"

The dog hugged his head and sighed, "That's pretty much it."

"You're miserable enough."

Ah Gou's voice seemed to be about to cry: "Under normal circumstances, no one would suddenly hold a piece of the Holy Lord's flesh and blood and squeeze it in front of me······ It's a safe and stable dimension of reality!"

"It was my fault," Duncan sincerely apologized, "I didn't think of it."

"Don't, don't, don't apologize to me!" Ah Gou was suddenly a little frightened, and crawled under the table a few times, "You apologize casually, maybe I'm entangled in subspace again......

「······ Alright," Duncan froze, a strange smile on his face, then shook his head and turned to leave, "Then I'll leave you alone, you can continue reading."

Shirley hurriedly got up to see her off, but Duncan suddenly stopped again and turned to look at her.

"You also learned from Ah Gou, and now he can even watch the enlightenment story of elementary school, don't you feel embarrassed that you can still make mistakes three times by spelling your own name five times?"

Shirley was right: "Ah Dog is a demon chasing knowledge, it's normal for it to have a strong learning ability! How can I compare it to it?"

"First of all, 'chasing knowledge, that's not how the words are used, and secondly, even if Ah Dog is a demon chasing knowledge—you don't walk around knowledge all day long," Duncan's tone was a little helpless, "I have to arrange an exam for you in two days, I want to see how much you usually learn."

With that, he turned and left the room, closing the door casually.

After waiting at the door for a few seconds, Shirley's screams and scolding sounded as expected.

A pleasant smile appeared on Duncan's face.

He took a step and walked in the direction of the captain's quarters.

The night is getting darker.

Hidden from the Sea Fog Fleet's home harbor blocked by fog, ice floes, and eerie turbulence, Tirion walked slowly down the path at the edge of the harbor.

The cold night breeze came from the direction of the sea, the sound of broken waves crashing against the shore undulated, the cold and dark light of the creation of the world soaked the entire island, and the distant air could faintly hear the noise and boiling movement in the port square.

The sailors were partying, dissipating the hollows of the dead with wine, tobacco, and noisy musical instruments, draining their cold and endless energy with the clamor of the night—but it was too noisy for Tirien.

This is not conducive to his calm thinking.

Another footstep followed

Behind him.

It was his loyal first mate, Aiden—he still smelled like a piece of bacon now, with a hint of cinnamon and cloves.

The smell made Tirian sigh: the Planterians really have a lot of tricks in the field of tobacco.

"You can go to the party in the square," Tirion said suddenly, "there's no need to walk with me in this deserted place."

"I'm waiting for the second half of the night," Aiden said, "and they've brought in twelve badika dancers from Cold Harbor—that's the big one."

"Captain?"

"It's such a cold day, dancing on a pirate island occupied by the living dead, and it's still the middle of the night—honestly, what the hell are you paying for?"

"Actually, it's not much," Aiden said with a smile, touching his shiny head, "The Sea Raven happened to save the ship of 'Machete Martin, you know, Martin controls a quarter of the theater and dance company in Cold Harbour" when she was out on business last week......

Tirien: "......"

The commander-in-chief of the Sea Mist Fleet was silent in the night wind for a few seconds, reached out and pinched his eyebrows, and after a few seconds, his expression returned to calm.

"Let's talk about Dagger Island."

"Okay captain."