The image in the mirror faded away, but Duncan remained standing in front of the mirror, lost in thought for a long time.

He didn't hide from Lucrecia about his "avatar", nor did he hide the power associated with the avatar - his "messenger" Ay can quickly move between the "beacons" composed of the avatar, and his power and main consciousness can also switch between the avatar in an instant, this ability is powerful and convenient, but in the Breeze, he did not arrange such an "avatar".

One of the reasons is, of course, because he really didn't find a "suitable" carrier, but the more important reason is that he didn't tell anyone else.

He looked in the mirror in front of him, and in the mirror he looked at his face as it was now.

I don't know when I have completely adapted to this once very unfamiliar face, this powerful body, this majestic and gloomy appearance...... has become his "code name" for living in this world.

A soul named "Zhou Ming" occupied this body, just like the other two bodies that occupied Poland and Frost, and as time went by, he got used to it, and he adapted well.

And he believes that even if there are new, long-term "incarnations", he will quickly adapt, whether it is one or ten, or even more, he can "adapt".

He found that his mind was far more resilient and ...... than he thought Eccentric, controlling multiple identities and multiple lives at the same time does not put too much burden on me, and the schizophrenia and personality disorders that I once feared have not appeared.

But he still subconsciously controlled his urge to add a new "avatar", and controlled the idea of finding a corpse to act as a "beacon" in the Breeze Harbor.

Duncan's concern wasn't about losing himself by having too many incarnations—he knew that the residual emotions and memories he read while occupying these shells had little effect on him, and that his weak will could not shake his spirit in the slightest.

He was worried about something else.

If he gradually takes "occupying corpses" as a habit and controls multiple destinies as an insignificant "way to do things", maybe one day, something worse than "losing himself" will happen - when he occupies dozens or hundreds of living lives, can he still take the "aftermath problem" of those incarnations as seriously as he does now?

At that point, there may be the next "Nina", but he will no longer be a dutiful "Uncle Duncan".

Human nature will pass unconsciously.

So when he realized this, he decided to be extremely cautious about the issue of "new incarnations" in the future, unless the situation was really right, or it was extremely necessary.

Of course, it is not his discretion to temporarily occupy the bodies of some cultists for investigative purposes - it is a one-time "daily throwaway" consumable.

A thin layer of black smoke crept out of the mirror, and Agatha's figure appeared in the depths of the smoke.

Seeing that the captain was looking in the mirror, Agatha quickly shrank back, shrunk her image in the corner of the mirror, and then looked at Duncan: "Are you still thinking about that 'advice' that Miss Lucrecia just gave you?" ”

“…… Perhaps she still has some doubts about me," Duncan sighed softly, "and there is something tentative about her suggestion, but that's not what I'm thinking about right now. ”

Agatha nodded, and did not pursue the question, but changed the subject: "What are our plans next?" ”

"Quite simply, the Lost will continue to sail north until it crosses the northern passage of the Light Haven, and see if the Dream of the Nameless will still appear at such a distance, and if the Reflection Lost will still appear in Silandis's dream, and Vanna will continue to act as previously planned—the most noteworthy thing now is the Rabbi's side, where the rabbit is lurking on the ship of the Annihilators, and those Cultists will hold a rally before nightfall today, I'm curious...... What are they going to do at the rally. ”

As he spoke, Duncan exhaled softly, with a hint of anticipation on his face: "Next, just wait for another news from Lucrecia's side." ”

Agatha listened silently, and when the captain finished speaking, she couldn't help but ask a question that she had been curious about for a long time: "Then if the Dream of the Nameless is really unaffected and reappears, how do you go to the 'Reflection Lost' that sails in the dark fog again?" Your body remains on the ship for the moment, and the 'vine' will only be found in Breeze......"

Duncan smiled and looked at Agatha in the corner of the mirror: "Do you remember, the last time the Nameless Dream ended early, it was because I touched the vines from the real world into that dark space, and took the helm of the Reflection Lost as an 'outsider', and after returning to reality, I told you that I had an idea to solve this problem. ”

Agatha frowned and wondered, "...... of the way you are talking about?"

Duncan smiled and turned his head to look out the window next to him, and in the mirror in front of him, he slowly lowered his head to look at Agatha, who was in the same mirror as himself.

In the mirror, Duncan bent down and touched his fingers to Agatha, who had zoomed out his image and was now about the size of a palm: "That's my train of thought." ”

Agatha was stunned for a moment, she raised her head in the mirror world, looked at the captain who had also entered the mirror world, and was stunned for two or three seconds before finally let out a soft exclamation - and then cracked the ground.

Duncan in the mirror sighed helplessly, bent down to pick up Agatha piece by piece, and muttered as he struggled: "You should try to face life on this ship with a more flexible mindset, and learn more from Morris or Vanna in terms of adaptability - the former can even accept Shirley's homework book now......"

……

Lucretia sat in front of the mirror in a daze, and after a while, she heard the voice of a rabbit rabbi from the crystal ball not far away: "Mistress, are you worried that the old master will be angry with you?" ”

Lucrecia turned her head: "Why do you say that?" ”

"Because your last suggestion is like testing the old master, testing whether he really maintains the cognition and 'humanity' of a normal person, the old master may care about this ......"

"I didn't mean to test my father, I just ...... I didn't think much of it," Lucrecia said casually, but then frowned and looked at the faint apparition that appeared in the crystal ball, "Well, you still have the time to listen to my conversation with my father—it sounds very idle." ”

"The rabbi is relieving the pressure, and the rabbi is in danger~~ The rabbi must use the best state to complete the task ordered by the hostess~~~" The crystal ball immediately came from the rabbit doll's sharp and annoying tone, "There are only terrible cultists here, they are stupid and ugly, and the rabbi must talk to the hostess in order to control his state and avoid ~eating them all~~~~"

Lucretia ignored the outrageous and strange parts of the rabbin's words, and said expressionlessly: "Whatever, I don't care how you plan to complete the mission, anyway, if you are really discovered by that 'saint', don't expect me to save you." ”

"But the hostess will definitely come, and the rabbi knows~~ You will get the rabbi back from the spirit world again, and sew the rabbi into a new rag doll~~ Can it be a bear next time?"

"That's a lot of nonsense." Lucrecia tapped the crystal ball casually.

The rabbit finally quieted down.

……

The massive Vision 001 was gradually sinking, the sun turning into a glorious sunset across the waves, the light pouring in through the window seemed gentle, and after a whole day of repairing, the condition of the dead bird finally improved considerably.

The time for the rally was approaching, and the occasional footsteps could already be heard outside the cabin, as well as the sound of compatriots greeting each other.

The tall, thin man with a gloomy face got up from the bed and listened to the movement outside.

He had spent almost the whole day lying in this bed to adjust himself and the Death Bird, and now he had had enough.

The Annihilation Cultist named Richard let out a long breath and went to the closet in the corner, taking out the black hooded robe he wore to the rally.

He didn't really like the robes—even though most dark cultists were used to it, and thought that the drastic clothing would help to calm the mind and bring him closer to the Lord's enlightenment in contemplation, he had never felt that way.

This kind of robe is not comfortable to wear, and it is not at all suitable for moving in the city-state, it has an old-fashioned stubborn texture, and when worn on the body, it makes people feel like those exiled prisoners who slowly decayed in a hole in the ground hundreds of years ago, and its "precipitating spirit" effect is even more laughable-

How can a truly pious person need a robe to concentrate his mind in order to get closer to the Holy Lord?

But now, Richard found himself starting to like the outfit.

It doesn't feel so bad to cover yourself among your fellow citizens.

He draped his robe over his body and pulled his hood low until it covered his eyes—and as a sense of reassurance came to him, he sighed softly and walked to the door.

Before he could push the door open, a breeze blew abruptly through the cabin, and it seemed as if a light body was jumping and pounced, and Richard felt his body sink slightly, as if something was hanging on his shoulder.

A soft voice whispered in his ear, "You took the labbi's cotton...... Now, let's go. ”

"Okay, let's go."

Richard muttered softly, accompanied by the tremor of his vocal cords and trachea, as if he felt something in his chest itching, warm and soft......

It's just cotton.

Cotton is growing.

He smiled reassuringly and reached out to open the door.

Figures dressed in the same black hooded robes were walking down the hallway to the assembly hall located deep in the cabin, where they whispered to each other about the Dream of the Nameless, the Saints, the allies, and the Last Minister.

Then, Richard and the rabbi set off.

(Ask for a commuter pass!) ）

(End of chapter)