Sarah Mayer doesn't care about his breakfast now.

The legendary former explorer who had experienced countless strange conditions on the boundless seas, faced the challenges of corruption and death, and carved out a city-state at the end of the storm had a rare expression of unease, his brow furrowed in his chair, and a long-lost shadow of unease was spreading in his heart.

He was familiar with the uneasiness—a warning to his intuition as a strange danger of greatness, incomprehensibility and confrontation approached.

He didn't doubt Lucrecia's story.

Because this is not the first time he's been dealing with the "Witch of the Sea" - despite the fact that countless ocean-going captains and frontier explorers see the witch as one of the shadows of the infinite sea, and are jealous of her strange temper and dangerous powers, Sarah Meyer knows that the "Witch of the Sea" is on the side of mortals after all.

There was a long silence in the dining room, and Sarah Mel finally finished his contemplation, and he looked up: "So far, no one has reported anything unusual from last night - neither the local elven inhabitants nor the alien sojourners have noticed the dream you mentioned. ”

"According to what my father saw, the abnormalities in the neighborhood are very obvious and large-scale, and if there are really parts of the neighborhood that are still in a normal state, then it is impossible for the residents of those 'normal' urban areas not to notice the anomalies in the neighboring neighborhoods, so the only explanation is that last night ...... The whole Breezy Harbor has been dreamed of. ”

Lucrecia's last words made Sarah Mel feel an indescribable chill, but reason still made him subconsciously think about the logical contradiction of all this: "You mentioned that the urban buildings in the real world were covered or even parasitized by the 'erosive entities' that spread out of the dream, and there were huge plants running through the buildings and the road? This didn't leave a trace? ”

"There was no trace, and before the sun came up, the real world was restored to its original state."

Sarah Mayer listened, frowning and silent, as if to fall into thought again.

"What do you think of?" Lucretia asked curiously.

“…… Maybe I should send someone to check the gas and electricity meter readings throughout the city, as well as the operation of the factories at night," Sarah Mel said as she thought about it, "The city-state is not static at night, and there are many functions that keep the city running around the clock, such as the three pillars of gas, electricity, and steam, which have corresponding night-time monitoring and patrol personnel......

So the question arises: where did these people go when that dream came? What is the state of the machine that should be controlled by them? There are also night watchmen from various faculties, many of whom are required to periodically record their work status......"

Sarah Mayer said, pausing to think for a moment, and then continued: "We also need to find out how much coverage of this anomaly is, whether it is confined to the main island of Breeze, or whether it has spread to the patrol fleet offshore, or even to the 'falling object'......"

As he spoke, the consul rose from behind the table and walked up and down the table, pausing from time to time to ponder.

He seems to have completely forgotten that there was also a "sea witch" at the scene.

Lucrecia was not surprised by this, knowing that the archon had been a brilliant adventurer (though not as good as his father) before he became the ruler of the city-state, and that a brilliant adventurer knew how to deal with all kinds of transcendent visions.

The Harbor of Light Wind has been able to thrive in the closest part of the border seas, and the Archon's ability is unquestionable.

Her father's account had been done—Lucrecia stood up, not disturbing the consul who had already lost her thoughts, her gaze swept over the table in front of her, and she took an unopened bottle of mulled wine, and then her figure slammed into a flurry of colored paper, swirled across the roof, and disappeared into the room.

After a while, Sarah Mayer suddenly reacted, and hurriedly said as she turned around: "Ah, sorry, I'm distracted, Lady Lucrecia, do you want to stay and eat some ......"

He stared blankly at the empty chair across the table, and at the place where he had stored his treasured wine—it was now empty.

“…… Again?! ”

……

"Has the number of barrels changed?" In the captain's room, after hearing Alice hurrying to report the situation to him, Duncan couldn't help but confirm it again in surprise.

"Yes, yes!" Alice nodded repeatedly, "I've counted it several times!" Surely there is no mistake in counting! And I'm absolutely not mistaken, I moved those buckets myself. ”

Alice, of course, doesn't lie, as for getting the amount wrong...... She shouldn't have made a mistake in such a simple matter.

After a moment's silence, Duncan got up from behind the sailing table, "Take me over and have a look." ”

Ellie replied without hesitation: "Good! ”

The goat's head on the edge of the sailing table moved, and it turned its head in Duncan's direction, with a slight hesitation in its tone: "Captain, then I ......"

"You remain at the helm," Duncan said immediately, then after a pause, he added, "Don't worry about anything else, like I said, I'll take care of it." ”

"Yes, Captain."

Led by Alice, Duncan soon arrives at the place where the pickled fish is stored.

Of course, it has long since returned to normal, with twelve barrels lined up neatly against the wall, looking no more, no less.

Duncan's expression was still serious, his gaze sweeping across the cabin.

Everywhere he looked, wisps of dark green flames rose and fell in the air like phantoms, quietly moving between the cracks between the floor and the wall, and the whole room seemed to be shrouded in a phantom mist made of spirit flames, switching between the spirit world and reality.

He's looking to see if there's any "traces" left here, if anything that doesn't belong to the Lost Country has ever entered the place.

Alice's report didn't sound like a big deal, and a barrel that wasn't on the "list" was clearly not worth the fight on a ghost ship infested with strange things, but Duncan didn't let up in the slightest.

Because on the infinite seas, even the smallest anomalies must be faced with caution - especially on the Lost, especially at times like these.

Duncan had already smelled something wrong from last night's incident, and today's communication with the goathead and Agatha's debriefing had made him more aware of one thing—

This ship, it seems that there is something wrong with it.

It was not out of his control, but Duncan always felt that there were some "details" on this ship that he was not familiar with and did not understand.

Either some of the hidden secrets of the Lost Country are gradually being revealed to itself, or some part of the ship is really gradually breaking away from the control of its "captain".

Infused with the simmering spirit flames, Duncan felt his connection to the Lost Homeland growing, and every detail of the ship began to be reflected in his mind—the deck, the masts, the sails, the intricate winches and cables, the cabins below deck, and the hazy chaos of the endless sea.

It wasn't the first time he had done this, and he was certainly no stranger to it, and after quickly adapting to his senses, he allowed his perception to merge with the ship and continue to spread into the depths of the Lost Land.

The cabin where the galley is located is fine, as are the nearby cabins and deeper areas.

Wisps of glow soaked through the depths of the Lost Country, flowing around the ship like some kind of signal stream, and they eventually converged on the captain's quarters, converging on a striking "focal point".

That's where the goat's head is, and it's the ship's control center at the moment.

Duncan's "gaze" lingered on that focal point for a long time.

Everything seems to be working as well.

Duncan slowly withdrew his "gaze" - but he left a little flame, in the deepest depths of darkness.

At the same time, in the process of retracting his "gaze" on the entire ship, he also kept leaving "tinder" behind, leaving them to stay all over the Lost Place.

Alice, with a little worry, looked at the captain without blinking, and after a long time, she saw Duncan's gaze move, so she hurried up: "Captain, captain, how is it?" Did you find anything? ”

"There's nothing unusual on the ship—don't worry," Duncan smiled slowly, reaching out and pressing Alice's hair, "Maybe it's a little 'bug' like a spatial misalignment or a lack of light, and I'll take care of it." ”

Alice didn't actually understand, but she nodded half-incomprehensibly: "Ah...... Oh. ”

Duncan, on the other hand, briefly comforted Miss Doll and looked not far away.

Two meters away, on a pillar, hung an oil lamp with a glass shade, and now the surface of its lampshade was quietly emerging with shadows and fog, and Agatha's figure appeared in the glass.

"Pay attention to the reflection in the spirit world," Duncan nodded to her, "If something 'crosses the line', don't deal with it without permission, notify me as soon as possible, and I'll be back immediately." ”

Agatha bowed her head: "I understand, Captain. ”

Alice's gaze circled between Duncan and Agatha, and after a few laps, she finally couldn't help but break the silence: "Then we still want to go to the city?" ”

"The effects of the Nameless's Dream are spreading in the Breeze, and I guess I'll have to look for clues in the city-state before solving the problem," Duncan nodded, "and I still have a lot of questions to verify in the city-state...... You're going to stay on board? Or with me? ”

Alice thought for a moment, then looked back at the familiar "friends" in the kitchen, and after a brief hesitation, she turned her head and smiled brightly.

"Let's go to the city-state!"

(End of chapter)