"The Dream of the Nameless?"

Hearing the captain's sudden unfamiliar words, Agatha and the goat's head immediately looked at each other.

"Where did you hear that term?" After a moment of thought, Agatha asked, "Is this part of the 'information' you just got?" ”

"That's what the Annihilation Cultists called the 'dream' that Heidi and Lucrecia had fallen into before," Duncan nodded slowly, "The initial source of information may have come from the Last Missionaries, and then the Annihilation Cultists and Suncultists responded to some kind of 'call' from those preachers. If the information is correct, this so-called 'Dream of the Nameless' must be something like a 'vision', which is massively covered by many dreams, and the elves ...... It seems to be a 'passage' into the dream of the Nameless under certain conditions. ”

Speaking of this, he paused, and then continued: "Those cultists seem to be looking for something in the depths of the Nameless Dream, the purpose of the Sun Sect is not yet known, but the goal of the Annihilation Sect seems to be a so-called 'initial blueprint'. ”

Agatha's expression visibly solemnized: "I have indeed never heard of this so-called 'Dream of the Nameless', but it stands to reason that this 'vision' of this magnitude is ...... It is impossible for so many years to go unnoticed. You just said that sprites become 'channels' under certain conditions? ”

Duncan nodded slightly: "According to those Annihilation Cultists, there seems to be some 'blueprint stage defect' in the elves, which causes their spirit to be connected with the 'Dream of the Nameless', which should be related to the theory of the creation of the Netherworld Saint Lord, but the specific information is insufficient." ”

“…… I'm sorry, Captain, it seems that we can't give you any useful answers," Agatha thought for a moment, and finally shook her head apologetically, "but since this matter is directly directed at the 'Elven' race, we can investigate in Breeze, the city-state of the Elves - and besides, there was an Elf here who had just fallen into that dream. ”

Duncan hummed, adjusted his sitting position, leaned back in his chair, tapped his fingers lightly on the armrest of the chair, and his eyes fell on the foggy chart: "It is indeed necessary to have a good chat with that Master Taran El...... Meet the Bright Star, and it's time to say hello to Lucrecia. ”

……

Somewhere in the open sea near the Glowing Fall, the Bright Star was slowly cruising around the harbor, and the diffuse sunlight covered the sea, making the ship seem to roam on the fine sands.

The gentle sea breeze was blowing in his face, and the wind carried the warmth of the southern seas - but Master Taran El standing on the deck always felt a little cold from time to time, and he couldn't help but tighten his coat in the wind, turned his head to look at the "Witch of the Sea" who was standing on a mast behind him, and shouted at the top of his voice, "Shall we wait here?" ”

Lucrecia glanced down at the scholars on the deck, her voice was not loud, but it came directly into Taran El's ears: "We'll wait here." ”

"Can I go back?" Taran El shouted again, "It's not good that I'm an outsider at the touching moment of your father-daughter reunion! ”

Lucrecia's face was expressionless: "Father said, he wants to talk to you." ”

Taran El raised his hands with a sad face: "Then can you come down and accompany me?" I...... I'm feeling a little nervous! ”

Lucrecia glanced at him condescendingly, "You are an adult, and a prestigious university scholar, you should learn to relieve your stress. ”

“…… Lady Lucrecia, you shouldn't be nervous too?! ”

"Why should I be nervous about this? That's my ......."

The sound coming from the mast suddenly stopped, and Taran Elton was stunned, and was about to ask about the situation, but was suddenly interrupted by a strong heart palpitation.

It was a sudden warning from spiritual intuition, an instinctive tension of the "scholar" who had been dealing with all kinds of dangerous objects and secret knowledge for many years when the truth was approaching, and Taran El broke out in a cold sweat in an instant, and then heard some low, strange sound like the breath of a giant beast coming into his ears.

The next moment, thick fog and terrifying light and shadow suddenly filled his vision.

In the place close at hand next to the Bright Star, on the surface of the sea that had been calm and peaceful a second ago, a thick fog suddenly appeared like a high wall, and the chaotic light and shadow brought about by the reversal of the spirit world seemed to swarm out of the fog, and a huge shadow rose from the spirit world and descended from the thick fog—

As described in many horrific sea legends, it was wrapped in darkness and chaos, burning with apocalyptic flames, like a nightmare suddenly condensing in the real world, like an inescapable fate, and within a few breaths, the majestic Lost Ship broke into reality.

Taran El stood on the deck as a stone sculpture, he heard a "grunt" from a certain direction, but he didn't even have the courage to turn his head to look, and it took several seconds for him to regain his ability to breathe and feel his heart beating strongly—the potion that Miss Lucretia had given herself before still had a strong protective effect, allowing his Naya's healthy organs to continue to function reliably under the violent impact.

Then, the scholar gradually came to his senses, he regained the ability to speak, and quickly looked back at the place where the "witch" had been standing before: "Lady Lucrecia! Your father ......"

There was no sign of the witch on the mast.

Taran El was stunned for a moment, subconsciously looked around, and shouted, "Lady Lucrecia! Dew ......"

"Stop shouting, I'm here."

A cold, slightly warning voice suddenly came from a very close distance, interrupting the scholar's shouting, and Taran El quickly looked back, only to see Lucrecia on the deck at some point, standing beside her with a nonchalant face, while holding her forehead in an elegant posture, staring at the bow of the Lost Land.

"Ah, where did you just go? As soon as I turn around, you ......"

"Shut up," Lucretia interrupted the scholar in an unkind manner, "Father doesn't like people who shout at a meeting. ”

Taran El closed his mouth in an instant, looking tense at the ship's ghostly flames, and at about the same moment, he saw a flame appear out of thin air on the deck of the Bright Star—the flame rising rapidly, forming a rotating gate, and then a tall figure stepped out of it.

Considering that this was the first time he had visited the Bright Star, Duncan chose to come alone in order to avoid chaos on the scene.

Now, he's finally on the ship, one of the two wingships of the once lost fleet, the Brilliant Star.

He also finally meets Lucrecia, the daughter of "Duncan Abnomar".

The "Witch of the Sea", dressed in an adventurer-style black dress, hesitated to take a few steps towards him, but stopped a few meters away, and she had been looking at this side with a look of complexity and restraint - although she tried her best to hide it, the tension and hesitation could not be concealed.

Duncan's mind couldn't help but recall some of the things that Tirian had revealed to him before leaving Frost-

Lucy comes across as aloof, withdrawn, and moody, but in essence that's because she's not socially good and can't express emotions accurately......

"She shows her stuff when she's nervous, so she always avoids getting herself into a tense situation, which is why the 'Sea Witch' always comes and goes......

"She doesn't know how to speak when she's too embarrassed, which gives the impression of being extremely rude and arrogant, but she would be very happy if someone was willing to take the initiative to talk to her and break the silence at this time......

In the frost, Duncan always defended his image of "amnesia due to subspace influence" in front of Tirian, thanks to which he was able to ask the other party a lot of things related to Lucrecia in the open, and now all this information can obviously come in handy.

"Long time no see," Duncan smiled faintly after a moment of adjustment, and he walked over to the "sea witch," "Lucy, I'm back." ”

According to the rehearsal in advance, according to his own understanding, he tried to play the identity of "Duncan Abnomar".

However, just when he said hello like this, a faint emotion that permeated directly from the bottom of his heart quietly appeared in his heart, and in this faint and vague emotion, he once again felt the slight nostalgia and ...... Regretful.

This feeling is no stranger to him—every body he occupies reacts similarly when it encounters someone or something important "in life".

This time, instead of trying to control and ignore the feeling, Duncan allowed it to slowly flow and fade in his mind.

The expression on Lucretia's face changed slightly several times, and no one knew what the "witch" had been thinking in these few seconds, and she was stunned for a moment, and in the end, all the memories and emotions that had been fierce were only precipitated into a very small sentence:

"Dad, you've been out for too long this time......"

Duncan was silent for a moment, then reached into his arms, "I brought you a gift." ”

"Gifts?" Lucrecia looked up a little dazed.

Duncan reached over and slowly flipped his palm open.

A small silvery-white hairpin with the shape of waves and feathers lay quietly in the palm of his hand.

Lucrecia was a little stunned, she stared blankly at the small hairpin, and after a moment she blinked as if she had suddenly woken up, and hesitated to reach out.

The hairpin is real, with a hard touch and a slight warmth – the temperature of a living person.

The "witch" took this gift, and after a long, long time, it seemed to show a little smile, and said in a very soft voice: "...... It's so slow that you're delivering, it's all outdated, it's been a century old......"

After a few more moments, she seemed to take a soft breath.

"Thank you."

(End of chapter)