Now, Shirley is once again on her way to the fabled "Wall of Silence" - with Lucrecia, and still under the guidance of an elven girl named "Shireen".

They walked through the dense forest of light and shadow, stepped on the forest paths covered with dead branches and leaves, crossed the thorns and bushes, and the cries of unknown beasts and birds came from the depths of the forest from time to time, but the forest became more and more lonely and cold - looking at the back of "Shirin" walking in front, Shirley even had an illusion in a trance, feeling that time had been reversed, and she was back to the time when she followed the other party in the forest not long ago.

Because nothing seems to have changed, the forest will always look the same, the movements around it will be the same, and the appearance of the two "Shireen" will be exactly the same.

Only Miss Witch, who walks by and turns into pieces of colored paper from time to time, reminds Shirley that things have changed.

Now, Shirley had told Lucretia everything that had happened without the elven girl noticing, and had also shared it with everyone who had fallen into the dream together, including the captain who was active outside the dream - the captain's preparations before the dream were quite effective, and the power of the fire held everyone together, and this connection was more useful than Shirley had imagined.

Knowing what happened to "the other Shireen", Lucrecia couldn't help but feel a little different when she looked at the elf girl walking in front.

The "Shireen" who acted with Shirley turned into a tree at the end...... And she seems to have something else to tell Shirley before she is completely transformed......

So now this "Shireen" will also suddenly turn into a tree?

Nina and Morris also met a guide who calls himself "Shireen", what about the "Shireen" over there? Will this change also occur?

After all, what is going on with these "Shireen" who appeared in the dream of the nameless?

At first, Lucretia only thought that "Shireen" was a mental entity that was chaotically reorganized from the underlying consciousness of this dream, but now various clues show that the other party has something beyond imagination, this elf who calls herself "Shirin" seems to have an extremely complex connection with this forest and the entire "Dream of the Nameless", and it is not just a simple connection between "dream" and "mental entity".

The "transformation process" of her transformation into a tree may reveal the essence of this connection.

The elf girl who was walking in front suddenly slowed down, she turned her head to look at Lucrecia and Shirley, who were already a lot behind, and waved her hand vigorously: "Hurry up, it's too dangerous in the forest right now - you can rest when you reach the wall of silence." ”

Lucretia glanced back at Shirley and Dog next to her, and then they sped up together.

Shirley muttered as she quickly followed, "Can that big rag doll really find those cultists who are hiding?" I always felt like it wasn't very reliable......"

"It's true that the rabbi is dishonest sometimes, but as long as I give a clear order, it won't be a problem," Lucrecia whispered, "hunting in dreams is what it does best, it will track them all the way to the real world, and then we can find out where the cultists are hiding." ”

“…… So what the hell is that big rabbit? The dog muttered, "I smell it on it...... It's certainly not a simple magical creation, not even an evil spirit or demonic creature in the ordinary sense, and it's not just it, it's something else on your ship that feels this way, and it gives me a weird feeling. ”

"Human?" Lucrecia glanced at Ah Dog and a smile appeared on her face, "Ah, I can only say that you are worthy of a secluded hound, and your perception is indeed very keen...... That's right, it's human smell, it's the 'human smell' that comes out of a part of my soul. ”

Ah Gou was stunned for a moment: "...... Yes? ”

"It's not a big deal, it tore a piece out of my soul the first time it encountered the rabbi, but it probably didn't expect that little bit of its soul to bite off would take away its freedom forever - as is the case with many things on the Bright Star, they are dangerous things from the frontier or the spirit world, and at one point thought they were hunters and saw me as their prey...... This is a great convenience for me. ”

Lucrecia said unhurriedly, with a faint smile on her face.

"I use my soul as bait to seek out slaves on the border, and the souls cursed by the subspace are the best poison and ropes, and those who mistakenly think they are hunters end up bound by my souls, sewn into cloth, poured into bottles, carved into wood, and become part of the Bright Star—all of which are necessary because I need helpers for my frontier expeditions, and humans ...... The mortality rate is too high. ”

After the sea witch finished explaining, she looked down at Ah Gou: "Your perception is very accurate, that ship is full of small 'human smells', you don't have to make such a fuss." ”

Ah Dog and Shirley listened in a daze, as if they were shocked by the things described by Lucrecia, and the two "people" did not speak for a while.

Lucrecia only smiled when she saw this, and she was satisfied with Shirley and Dog's silence, so she turned her head and continued to follow Shireen's footsteps.

Seeing that the "Witch of the Sea" walked forward for a distance, Shirley shook the chain in her hand, and although she was speaking in a spiritual connection, she couldn't help but lower her voice: "Dog, dog, is this what the captain said...... What's it called...... Nesting? She uses herself to make a nest? ”

"Sounds like that," Dog muttered in a whisper in the Psychic Connection, "The captain mentioned this when he told me about fishing techniques. ”

"It's the captain's daughter...... "Shirley couldn't help but sigh, "their family seems to be good at fishing......"

"Tirion doesn't seem to be good at it, right?"

"He caught so many submersibles from the sea! Although I didn't fish it myself, I was one of the people in charge......"

"That's right?"

"You just said you didn't get it from the sea!"

“……”

……

Duncan silently turned off the "eavesdrop" on Shirley and Lucrecia's side.

He sat on a "chair" made of chaotic lines and colors, and couldn't help but hover the words "nesting" and "fishing" in his mind, and after a while, he turned his gaze slightly, glanced at the "mirror" outlined by irregular lines not far away, and muttered to Agatha emerging in the mirror: "I can't remember serious knowledge, but I can tell her something else that is quite compatible—Shirley usually puts a tenth of this thought on memorizing words, She wouldn't be able to compete with Alice's solid head for a score. ”

Agatha didn't speak for a moment, hesitated for a few seconds before breaking the silence: "To be honest, I also think Miss Lucrecia has excellent 'fishing skills'......"

Duncan waved his hand: "Anyway, Shirley and Lucretia don't have to worry for the time being, it's much safer to join together than to go it alone, and maybe that rabbit named Rabi can really catch those elusive cultists." Now more important ...... It's the ship. ”

He rose from his chair and glanced at the jumble of colors and lines around him, discerning the outlines of the room in the lines—many familiar things he had recognized as he first adjusted to the dazzling chaos of the environment.

Basic furnishings such as beds, tables and chairs are readily available, and they roughly correspond to the "right" position in the real world, but when it comes to specific details, such as what is now on the table or the decorations on the wall, there are only vague and chaotic color blocks.

As Duncan judged: the real-world goathead did not dare to peek into the real situation in the captain's bedroom, and at most it accidentally glimpsed the rough appearance of the captain when he opened the door, and those vague impressions constituted the intricate stacking of lines and blocks of color in this room;

Outside of this room, the Lost Country has been restored almost one-to-one - that's because the real-world goathead knows everything on the Lost Land except for the captain's quarters.

This strange atmosphere of the "Lost Country" is transformed from the "shadow" of the Lost Country in the real world, but the two are not a simple transformation, in this transformation process, it is the "cognition" and "memory" of the goat's head that play a key role.

It was already clear that the ship was the dream of his "first mate" – even though the goat head had no idea he was dreaming.

But it's also Silantis' dream—at least, there's some kind of "connection" between it and Silantis's dream.

Duncan raised his hand, and a small flame appeared in the air in front of him, and the flame rippled like a ripple of water, spreading rapidly in all directions, but stopped when it touched the edge of the "room of confusion", and the ripples reflected back.

This is the result of Duncan's "testing" here over the past period.

In this "room where the goat's head can't be recognized", he can summon his own flames at will without worrying about waking up Sylantis like he did last time, but outside the room, he can only mobilize the fires that have been "mapped" to the ship in advance, and any additional flames may wake Sylrantis up and cause the Nameless Dream to end prematurely.

So...... Is there a safe way to take full control of the ship and at the same time further establish contact with Silandis, without "scareping" Silandis as he did last time, and avoid causing "resistance" from Silandis?

In deep thought, Duncan looked up at the exit of the room.

You may be thinking too complicated – it may be a simple thing.

After a moment of hesitation, he told Agatha to stay in the "safe house" for the time being, and then walked out of the room.

The muddy "goat's head" was still in a daze at the edge of the nautical table, unresponsive to Duncan's presence—Duncan went straight over it, over the chart room, out of the door to the captain's room, and then, following the familiar route he remembered, he walked up the stairs behind the captain's room to the aft deck.

In the infinite darkness and slowly drifting mist, something appeared in Duncan's field of vision, as if it was quietly waiting for him, and had been waiting for him for a long time.

It was the rudder of the Lost Land.

“…… It is necessary to take the helm again. ”