Duncan knew that Goathead didn't have to lie to himself — or that even if it did, it didn't have to use such clumsy acting.

The sentence without a beginning or end was the only memory that the "first mate" brought out of subspace—it really didn't seem to know what was going on, and it didn't know the cause and effect of the sentence.

Duncan sat down again in the chair behind the nautical table with his hands on the table, and looked very earnestly into the goat's eyes, as if to discern more secrets in those obsidian-carved eyes: "So, a long, long time ago, there were people who were very important to you, and you tried so hard to remember them, and at that time, you knew that sooner or later you would forget many things, so 'remembering them' became a strong thought...... The thought was so strong, but it still didn't stop it from happening—by now, all you remember is that. ”

"Probably...... Well," the goat's tone was uncertain, "but I don't feel sorry, but sometimes it's a little confusing......"

It muttered, suddenly stopped, and looked up at Duncan, "Captain, what the hell is going on?" What is it that will have something to do with me? ”

Duncan sat in the back chair, curling his fingers in his memory and tapping lightly on the table in front of him, the spirit flames turning into ripples like water, slowly rippling with his tapping.

“…… The influence of the Nameless Dream expanded, permeating the real world last night, and I touched a 'root' that extended from that dream to the real world, if my guess is correct...... I came into contact with one of the foundations of the world in the primordial belief of the elves, Silandis. ”

There was an instant gaba from under the neck of the goat's head, and the whole head was still on the pedestal.

Duncan glanced at it and said lightly, "You're early." ”

"Ah...... Yes? ”

"After touching Silandis, I entered a dimension that was neither a dream nor a reality, and another Lost Ship sailed in that dimension, and on that 'Lost Land', there was also a you."

The goat's neck suddenly rattled again.

Duncan didn't pay any attention to the evil movement of the evil "first mate", and he calmly recounted his experience last night, especially the changes in the "Gate of the Lost" on the ghost ship with a strange atmosphere, and the strange reaction of the familiar and unfamiliar "goathead".

And in the process of telling, he observed the expression and demeanor of the goat's head on the other side at any time.

The other party's reaction was not suspicious - except for shock, it was still shock, even if it was a hard wooden face, the look of shock was obvious enough to be seen at a glance.

"You seem surprised," Duncan nodded to the first mate at the table, finally finishing the whole story, "Now you know why I'm so serious, right?" ”

"I ...... Yes, now I fully understand your reaction," the goathead said hesitantly, "but I don't know...... I don't remember ...... either."

"I should have mentioned to you that in subspace, I also saw a Lost Ship, and that ship was very broken, like the shadow of the Lost Country after more years of decay and decay, but the strangeness of that ship was only itself, and there was no you on that ship," Duncan said slowly, "And now, I have seen a third Lost Country, sailing in the darkness and fog, with another you on it—the future?" Will there be a fourth, fifth? After all, you don't have a clue what the current state of this ship is? ”

The goathead hesitated, this time silent for a long time, as if trying to find a "safe" way to deal with the topic, and after a long time, it finally spoke: "I don't know if you'll meet the fourth or fifth ship, and I don't know how strange the ship will break up and show its odd 'state', but there is one thing that might help you think...... This ship has not always looked like this. ”

"Haven't you always looked like this?" Duncan frowned, "I guess...... Shouldn't you be referring to the 'change' caused by the Lost Country's fall into subspace? ”

"No, it's bigger than that, it's more complete," the goat's head shook his head slowly, "In my chaotic and shattered memories, it has taken on many faces—huge pieces of iron, squirming flesh, dark and cold rocks, abstract and terrifying shadows, and it will be a different image at any time in the deepest part of subspace, and this state has continued for ......"

The goat's head stopped suddenly.

Duncan heard a low creak and an unsettling dull echo coming from the depths of the cabin, the floor beneath his feet trembled slightly, and a nervous "feeling" gradually permeated the entire ship, as if it were ...... The whole ship was trembling and losing stability.

"That's it, I can imagine the state you're described." Duncan said softly.

The goathead nodded cautiously.

The tension and trembling that permeated the entire ship gradually stopped, and the ship regained its stability in the dimension of reality.

Duncan frowned, thoughtful-

The ship seemed to be about to "collapse" because of the goat's "description" just now, but under the watchful eye of its own "captain", it finally returned to a stable containment state.

So, did the changes that had taken place on the Lost Land in just a few seconds reveal to him some kind of "essence" of the ship? Or...... Something more?

After thinking quietly for a while, Duncan shook his head and his gaze fell back on the goat's head: "What do you think about the 'other you' on that ship?" ”

"I'm sorry, Captain, I don't know."

The goat's head muttered in frustration, and for a moment it seemed to say the most of these words, but other than "I don't remember."

Duncan was not surprised by this answer, but immediately asked another question: "Can you dream?" ”

"Dreaming?" The goathead was momentarily stunned, but soon it shook its head, and this time it replied exceptionally smoothly, "I don't dream - your loyal first mate is always on the lookout, after all, this ship still depends on me to keep an eye on it......"

Duncan didn't care about the other party's boasting, and after hearing the goat's reply, he just muttered thoughtfully, "Can't you dream......"

The goat's head spoke a little uneasily: "Captain......"

Duncan glanced at it, "Say." ”

The goat's head looked a little twisted, and he hesitated for a long time before he spoke: "You just mentioned that on the strange atmosphere of the Lost Land, the door of the captain's room reads 'May he wander in dreams', and the 'I' in the captain's room also mentioned the name Sirantis to you, are you doubting ......?"

"Yes." Duncan nodded calmly without waiting for the other party to finish.

The goat's head suddenly didn't know how to pick it up.

"But I can only be so suspicious, unless one day you suddenly get your memories back, and tell me yourself that you have a name—and that name, it's called 'Saxroca.'"

There was silence in the captain's cabin for a moment.

It didn't take long for the goat's head to mutter, breaking the silence: "Most of the ancient legends of the elves are grotesque and contradictory, but in fact, they can't be ......true."

"But the more grotesque and contradictory old legends are, the more deserving they are to delve into when they suddenly become connected to certain clues in the real world," Duncan said calmly and earnestly, "After all, you don't know your past, do you?" ”

"That being said, this ...... It's too bizarre," muttered the goathead, "I don't want to be associated with an ancient legend of this calibre, and really, the way I look like I am is just a sculpture on a ship......

Duncan was noncommittal, he just shook his head, sighed, and got up from the nautical table, and slowly walked to the window, looking out of the window at the side of the ship bathed in sunlight and mist, and the undulating sea in the distance.

A soft, knocking sound on the glass suddenly came to my ears.

Duncan immediately looked in the direction where the voice had come from.

Agatha's illusory figure crept up to the window and raised her hand to point in a certain direction.

Duncan frowned slightly, then glanced back at the goat's head, which was still muttering on the edge of the sailing table.

After a moment's silence, he stepped over: "Don't think about it so much yet, anyway, now your first duty is the first mate of the Lost Country - help me take care of this ship, and leave the rest to me." ”

The goat's head suddenly woke up with a stir, and then looked at the captain who was looking down at him with some surprise, and was stunned for a moment before he hurriedly reacted: "Ah, ah, yes, captain, I...... I understand. ”

"Well," Duncan nodded slightly, and then walked to the door in the depths of the captain's quarters, "I'll go back to my room and rest for a while, and sort out my thoughts by the way." ”

The voice of the goat's head immediately came from behind him: "Yes, Captain! ”

Duncan didn't look back, he waved his hand and walked into his captain's bedroom, closed the door casually, and didn't really go to rest, but came to the mirror in the corner of the room.

After confirming the movement outside the door, Duncan stepped forward and tapped his finger on the mirror.

Shadows and smoke rose in the mirror, revealing Agatha's figure, the former "gatekeeper" who now lives in mirrors all over the Lost Land, nodding his head in greeting.

"You've got something to say to me, and you're going to say it here - to avoid the 'first mate'?" Duncan's expression was serious, "What's the situation?" ”

"I heard you talking to the first mate, Captain, I have something to report to you here," Agatha nodded and said with a cautious expression, "Last night, the Lost Country was not without incident—its 'shadow' was gone for a while. ”

(End of chapter)