As night fell, Maurice was called into the captain's quarters.

Duncan sat down behind the chart table with a solemn face, and the table in his hand was already a jumble of books—books from Prand and Frost that had been brought to the ship, as well as books from the Sea Mist Fleet.

After confirming the "harmlessness" of reading at sea, the ship's collection of books has been growing.

Morris glanced over the table and saw that the books were categorized in a variety of categories—anecdotes about various city-states, authoritative sources on history, and "dangerous readings" on marginal theories such as doomsday theories and apocalypse.

The old scholar's heart suddenly overflowed with curiosity and a trace of unease.

The captain seemed to be looking for something out of nowhere, and judging from the books he had taken out, what he was looking for was probably not so simple—as soon as he called himself, most likely to inquire about it.

Slightly more vigilant in his heart, Maurice quickly silently recited the name of Lahem, the god of wisdom, and prayed for the blessing of the mental realm in silent prayer, and at the same time bowed his head to confirm the amulet strung with colored stones on his wrist, and then sat down opposite the captain: "What do you have to say to me?"

“?????? If you have some questions, you need to ask someone as knowledgeable as you," Duncan nodded, then seemed to notice Morris's nervous expression, and smiled and reassured, "Don't be so nervous, I'll just ask, it may have something to do with history." ”

Just ask? History? A secret truth that even the owner of the Lost Country is not sure of?

Listening to the captain's relief, Morris hurriedly poured Lachem's name back and forth more than ten times in his heart, brushing the foolish blessing layer after layer, and then raised his head tensively: "I'm ready, you ask." "Duncan:

There was a hint of helplessness in his heart, and Duncan also knew that the old gentleman's nervousness was the most normal reaction, so he sighed, and said while organizing the language: "In your knowledge of history, has there ever been a description of such an event - some huge man-made object fell from the sky, accompanied by a large scale of flames and flashes, and this falling object may have exploded and split into several pieces?" Smaller parts fall into the world. ”

Duncan's voice fell, and he looked Maurice in the eye very seriously. Morris was also stunned to meet Duncan's gaze.

“?????? Finished? The old scholar asked hesitantly.

"It's over, that's all," Duncan nodded, of course he still has a lot of details not described, but in this kind of vague historical issue, too many details may affect Morris's judgment, so he chose the most concise statement, "If there is a record of this in history, there may be deviations in the expression, but the general events should all revolve around the core scene of "a huge object falling in a fire", do you know similar events?" ”

The captain's sudden question was puzzling, but Morris, noticing Duncan's seriousness, still began to try to recall and think about it, and after a few minutes he slowly shook his head: "I have never seen a record like this.

"Does it include all the official and wild histories?" Duncan was not surprised by Morris's answer, but he still asked with some reluctance, "This event may have been mythologized, or even become part of some heretical doctrine, because it may have happened in the distant past." ”

"I'm sure," Morris said again, "all the canonical, wild, and heretical theories, as long as I have come into contact with them, there is no record of events that correspond to or resemble the scene you have described—of course, it cannot be ruled out that there are still some very narrow legends or lost histories that record it, for there is always an unknown beyond our knowledge, but ??????"

Morris paused before continuing: "If it's really a historical secret that I don't even know, then it will be difficult for you to find the corresponding information from other sources?????? Maybe try your luck at the great library of the Truth Academy, and look for clues in the oldest books in Moco and Breeze. ”

Duncan didn't speak for a while, but his eyes calmly fell into contemplation, and after a long time, he nodded lightly: "You can write to the scholars you know to ask about this matter, and if you really need to negotiate with the headquarters of the Truth Academy, you can do that." ”

Listening to the captain's rather solemn tone, Morriston nodded solemnly.

It seems that this is a really important thing.

As an old scholar who has studied all his life, he was of course also aroused by curiosity, so he couldn't help asking, "Can I ask?" This thing you are talking about?????? What is it? ”

Duncan hesitated for a moment, then spoke slowly: "Not sure, I also came across some illusion by accident, but even if I can't determine its nature?????? I also think that this scene may be related to the way our world is now, and many lost histories. ”

"I see," Morris bowed his head deeply, "I'll find a way to investigate." ”

He didn't go on to ask for details, he didn't ask what the captain meant by "illusions", because he knew that curiosity and the desire to explore had to be just right, no less, no more.

Duncan, after a pause, added: "New Hope", and when investigating the data, focus on these words. ”

"Does that sound like a ship?" Morris asked, thoughtful.

Duncan thought for a moment and nodded strangely, "Yes?????? A ship. ”

It was indeed a ship, a spaceship whose engine exploded and fell from the sea of stars to the earth.

Frost, Southport, in the hidden underground facilities, the undead engineers are busy.

Knowledge from half a century ago came in handy once again, the ancient blueprints were taken out of the fleet warehouses, and engineers as old as the blueprints gathered excitedly among a large pile of machines, pipes, and cables, exchanging knowledge and ideas that sounded like books to the average person.

Tirion sat in the corner of the hall, watching his men go about their work.

"I really didn't expect that I would be able to put these blueprints to use again in my lifetime," an undead engineer with a shriveled skull, a large hole in his chest, and half of his body powered by steam mechanisms, held the blueprints and said excitedly, "Look at these drainage devices and balancing mechanisms, they have made a lot of modern changes to the submersible, but the basic principles are still the same as back then, water injection, sinking, drainage, floating, supplemented by ballast weights in the bilge??????"

"I understand your excitement," Tirion glanced at his men, "but I must warn you that you're not in your lifetime. ”

"It's almost the same thing, it's okay to die," the shriveled undead engineer laughed, his mutilated teeth looked hideous, he raised his hand and struck the steam mechanism on half of his body, causing the gear set that had been running a little badly to click and resume rotation, and then raised his head again, looking at the diving device that was surrounded by his comrades not far away, and spoke with a hint of emotion for a long time, "Alas?????? If only you could meet its builder, it's well designed, it's done with care?????? They must really want to make this thing come in handy. ”

Tirion didn't say a word, just quietly stared at the submersible in the center of the hall, and after a long time, he sighed softly: "Go get busy, it can really come in handy this time, don't make any mistakes." ”

"Yes, Captain."

The subordinates left, and Tirien exhaled softly, and at that moment, a slight humming sound suddenly came from the crystal ball lens set in his hand, followed by Lucrecia's teasing, "It seems that you have a lot on your mind, brother, and it doesn't seem easy to be an archon?" ”

Tirien turned his face expressionlessly, watching as the crystal ball on the table was gradually lighting up, and Lucrecia's figure appeared in the crystal ball.

"I didn't bring this thing from the ship to hear you tease your brother here."

"Relax, brother, you're not a big pirate in the future, Archon is a position that requires both majesty and affinity," Lucrecia smiled, as if she didn't care about the displeasure in Tyrian's tone, and then she changed her tone and spoke curiously, "But I really want to know, this ?????? Is it really a father's arrangement? ”

"Or else?" Tyrion sighed, "He's done something big here, something you'd never think possible, and now the whole frost is under his influence, I should be glad that he's really regained his humanity, so his arrangement, while surprising, is at least not bad?????? Whether it's Frost or my Sea Mist Fleet, it's all about having an explanation now. ”

Lucrecia finally put away her slightly teasing smile, and after thinking for a moment, she hesitated to speak, "Father, he?????? Are you okay now? ”

"Very well, his body is on the Lost Country, he is either fishing or feeding pigeons every day, his incarnation is in the frost, he goes for a walk in the park every morning, and comes to me in the afternoon to supervise the progress of the project - you care a lot? Then the next time he comes, I'll open the crystal ball and you can talk directly? ”

"Ah, that's still not necessary!" Lucrecia raised her voice almost reflexively, and then quickly resumed her ladylike posture, "I?????? I still need to do some preparation, so let's not talk about it, I still have a lot of things to do here??????"

"What are you doing over there?" Hearing this, Tirion subconsciously raised his eyebrows, "Speaking of which, how is your research over there?" What is the situation of that "broken piece" that fell from the sky now? ”

Lucrecia hesitated for a moment, originally she just found a random reason to divert the topic, but now she couldn't help but sigh softly.

"Nothing to do even Taran in Winhaven? Al was helpless as well. ”