When Duncan opened the door to the captain's quarters, the "goat's head" on the edge of the sailing table reacted immediately—it looked up as if it was half-asleep, slowly turned to the door, and then recognized the figure that appeared at the door.

"Ah, we're meeting again," said the dark wood carving, with a peculiar sluggishness in his words, quite different from the usual noisy goat's head babbling so fast, "you left in a hurry......

"Do you remember me?" Duncan said, closing the door to the captain's room and making his way to the sailing table.

He walked past the quaint oval mirror near the door, and a hazy light and shadow floated in the mirror, and Agatha's illusory and transparent figure flashed through the mirror.

The goat's head on the table didn't seem to notice Agatha's presence, its gaze was still on Duncan, and while slowly turning its head in Duncan's footsteps, it spoke slowly: "I remember you, ah, this is indeed a bit incredible, after all, I can't remember a lot of things, this feeling of being able to remember a person clearly...... It's amazing. ”

Duncan came to the nautical table and glanced down at the "charts" on the table.

The chart still shows the projection of the lush forest, and the illusory silhouette of the Lost Homeland floats above the forest, slowly moving through the clouds, as if patrolling the entire forest.

Duncan quickly compared the picture in his memory, and confirmed that this "forest sea" has not changed much compared to the last time, only the position of the "Lost Country" has indeed moved a lot.

"I was in a hurry last time," Duncan nodded, casually as he sat down at the nautical table, his gaze glancing at the oval mirror not far away, and then naturally landing on the goat's head, "How's Sirantis?" ”

"She's sleeping soundly now," said Goathead slowly, "she ...... last time I was just taken aback, hoping it didn't make any difference. ”

"It's okay, I don't care." Duncan said, placing his hand on the table again, quietly and cautiously mobilizing the power of the flames.

At the edge of his vision, wisps of green fire appeared in the captain's room.

Duncan quickly controlled the spread of those flames and suppressed them in their current state to prevent the re-irritation of "Silandis" in the goat's mouth, and at the same time finally determined one more thing in his heart.

Those flames were not the ones he had just summoned, but the "kindling" he had left on the real-world Lost during the day.

The situation is the same as he expected - the fire left on the Lost Land in the real world can "burn through" the border between the dream and reality, and appear on the strange atmosphere of the Lost Land at the same time, and the flames "sent" to this side in this way are equivalent to realizing the "smuggling" at the dream level, as long as they are controlled well, they will not cause too strong stimulation to Silandis.

In a sense, these projected flames have become the "inherent structure" of the eerie Lost Homeland, rather than the "dream-disturbing foreign object" of the last time he summoned the flames here.

Duncan exhaled softly, giving orders to the flames, causing them to subside, hibernate, retreat into the cracks between the deck, the walls, and the roof.

He'd found a way to safely get the flames here, and if he repeated this one or two more times, he might be able to use the "smuggled" flames to burn the strange Lost Homeland, and thus completely control the ship that had been transformed from the shadow of the Lost Homeland.

The goat's head did not react to Duncan's actions—the flames that crept into the room seemed to it to be non-existent, it just sat quietly, as if it were a real wood sculpture without Duncan's words.

"Has Silantis been dreaming?" Duncan sensed the slow movement of the tinder on the ship, and began to communicate with the goat's head on the table like a gossip, "That whole forest outside, is Silandis's dream? ”

"Outside?" The goathead shook his head slowly, "I don't know what you mean by 'outside', but Silandis does dream all the time, she ...... I've been dreaming for a long, long time, and there are indeed lush forests in those dreams, and ...... They. ”

Duncan's heart immediately moved: "Who are they?" ”

The goat's head hung slightly, as if it was about to fall into a half-asleep state again, but after a moment, it responded: "They are...... The creatures born in the forest, a long, long time ago, they gave their race a name, called the elves......"

Duncan's eyes instantly froze-

This answer itself did not surprise him, but at this moment, he thought of the words that the other party said when talking to the goathead on the real-world Lost Country - "remember them"!

The meaning of "they" mentioned by the two goat's heads should be the same!

Remember them...... Why the special emphasis on "remembering"? And the goat's head finally forgot about "them"...... What is the reason for this "forgetting"?

Duncan's gaze changed several times in an instant, and in the swift connection of clues, he felt that he could almost confirm the bold conjecture about the true identity of the goat's head—and his expression became serious, and he looked into the goat's eyes with great solemnity.

"What's your name?" He asked.

The goat's head didn't answer, it just let out a series of muttered mutters, like a dream.

"Are you Sassroca?" Duncan didn't care, but continued to ask, unconsciously, his body had leaned forward slightly, "The creator of elven legends, the creator of the original dream, the creator and patron saint of Silandis—is your name Sasloca?" ”

The goat's muffled grunt suddenly stopped.

Its head swayed from side to side, as if it had reacted to Duncan's name, and after a few seconds of hesitation and thought, it finally slowly raised its head—

"Saslova is dead, a long, long time ago."

……

"They died a long, long time ago, and when the world dies, no living creature will ever get past that day."

The never-ending wind and sand swept across the sea of sand again and again like the cycle of fate, and the giant in tattered robes sat cross-legged among a pile of hideous and twisted rocks, his huge body seemed to shock the dust, so that the disorderly wind stayed a few meters away from the rocks, so that the dust would not fall on the "traveler".

He's still talking about the past.

Vanna sat across from the giant, as a good listener, taking a short break.

The "shadows" that looked like the ruins of the city were now in their vicinity, and they could see it if they looked up.

The journey was cut short – Vanna could clearly feel it.

At the speed of ordinary walking, it was impossible for her and the giant to reach the vicinity of this ruin in such a short time.

This incredible phenomenon is clearly related to the giant who travels with him, as if the "distance" of the journey will be shortened by traveling with this giant.

After thinking of this, Vanna did not hide her conjecture and directly said her guess.

The giant replied calmly: "I can reach any corner of this 'world' in one day, this is my ability, because only in this way can I observe and record everything that happens in this world at any time - it is my duty to observe and record." ”

Speaking of this, he shook his head again, and sighed a little: "It's just ...... Now there is nothing left in this world to observe and record. ”

Vanna looked up, looking a little distracted at the ruins not far away.

It was, as she had first assumed, the ruins of the city—but at first glance, she barely made the connection between the ruins and the "city."

It was a continuous stack of gray-black boulders, craggy and strange stones spreading across the yellow sand like a jungle, and they could no longer see the outline of what once belonged to a building, and there were almost no traces of what had been carved by civilization.

Vana could not have imagined what a great city could look like this—it was as if the entire city had melted in an instant, more than half of the city's matter turned into gaseous state in the blink of an eye, and the rest of the structure had melted and flowed rapidly, and then solidified in the violent cooling that followed before it could become these jagged stones.

But if it's really some kind of instantaneous heat...... Why does the vast expanse beyond the city appear as a sea of sand?

The heat would melt the sand and turn it into a glass-like substance, and there would be no desert around the city at all, but a whole piece of sintered obsidian floor.

Vanna's grades in cultural classes were not very good, but this basic knowledge was still there.

"What happened to make the city look like this?" She couldn't help but ask the giant, "You just mentioned that the world is dead...... What killed the world? ”

The giant lowered his head, his ravine-ravine face carved out of stone, and his eyes that seemed to burn with a murky flame stared into Vanna's eyes.

"Do not try to understand the end of the world, which is beyond the minds of mortals, even beyond the wisdom of the gods—when it comes, those who worship me have cried to me for help, and I have looked at the end of the world, and it burns through my mind and soul, traveler...... That's not something that can be described in words. ”

The giant said, slowly raising his hand and pointing to the blood-colored rift in the sky.

"The only thing I can tell you is that when the end comes, the 'erosion' that does not belong to this world will swarm out of that chasm, and in an instant they will shatter the earth beneath our feet and reorganize it in pain, and all our glory will be turned into dust in the erosion."

(End of chapter)