In fact, by the time Lucrecia arrived, Duncan was already on his way back to Breeze—and was almost there.

This is because confirming that the "distance" of the Lost Land does not prevent the Nameless One's dream from continuing to develop, so while entering the "other side" of the dream, his body left in the real world chose to sail back as soon as possible.

The dark and chaotic sky shrouded the sea, and the dark and dense "hair" covered the sea, giving the entire ocean an ink-stained texture, and hazy visions continued to flash on the sea near and far, and the strange scenes in the spirit world rose and fell at the edge of the vision.

The sails of the Lost Land puffed up like a swift wind and swept across the spiritual sea, and the illusions that kept appearing on the sea evaded the behemoth, and those who could not dodge it were swept into the turbulence by the dark green flames escaping from its surroundings, tearing it to pieces.

Duncan gripped the steering wheel and stood on the bridge on the aft deck, concentrating on the big ship while listening to the news from Lucrecia and Morris from Lightwind Harbor.

Agatha's apparition stood beside him, like a ghost in an uncertain shape against the hazy darkness of the spirit world.

Morris's voice came from the other end of the spiritual connection: "...... The forests that sprawled out of the Nameless Dream have covered the city, and have begun to physically destroy the city's functions...... They were no longer illusions, but tangible substances, with many blocks cut off by dense vegetation and a large number of people trapped......

"Some of the buildings were completely swallowed up, entire houses were replaced with towering trees, and the lives of the people in the houses were unknown......

"Vana had just gone to the streets to observe the situation and confirmed the authenticity of those plants and the damage they had caused to the city, and what was even more bizarre was that these 'dream products' that invaded the real world did not exhibit any otherworldly properties......

"In addition, we have also tried to contact the Storm Cathedral and the Academy Ark with psionic resonance, and the Church has discovered the anomaly of Lightwind Harbor, and they have sent the nearest Frontier Fleet......"

Duncan listened silently to the news from Breeze, his face gloomy and serious.

The Lost Land increased its speed a little more, flying far faster than a normal ship could fly across the spirit sea, and from the depths of the massive ghost ship came a slightly muffled creaking sound that was in response to the captain's orders.

The Nameless Dream was growing, but this time, things were clearly moving faster than anyone expected, and Duncan felt it was more like ...... than the result of further growth of this vast dream It's gradually getting out of control of its performance.

"Captain," Agatha's voice came from aside, "I have a premonition of uneasiness—the course of events reminds me of the frost of the beginning. ”

Duncan didn't speak, just frowned slightly, and before he knew it, he recalled what he had seen in the bilge of the Lost Land.

The massive spine of the Old Gods, the Lost Homeland reshaped from subspace and rebuilt from subspace with the authority of Saskocka, and...... The mystery of the original "keel" of the Lost Country.

Gradually, all these clues seem to have a direction, and point to the anomalies in the current Breeze, to the dream of the Nameless that is constantly invading reality.

Duncan suddenly understood something.

It's all connected, and a long, long time ago, the ship was already part of the vast maelstrom it is today.

The beginnings of this maelstrom can be traced back even a century, to the day Duncan Abnomar decided to build the behemoth.

“…… Syllandis must be found. Duncan said softly suddenly.

Agatha next to her didn't react for a while: "Captain? ”

"The state of the Nameless Dream is closely related to 'Silandis', and based on the existing clues, I suspect that Silandis is sleeping in the subconscious of all the elves - something must have stimulated this sleeping 'World Tree' to cause her state to take a sharp turn," Duncan's thoughts had gradually become clear, and he said quickly, "We must find Silandis." ”

"Find? Where to look? "We have been to the frontier of the Dream of the Nameless, but Sirantis exists invisibly in that boundless darkness, and according to the taciturn goathead, 'she' now refuses to touch and wake ......up."

"But it doesn't have to be the only way," Duncan shook his head, then called another name directly in his mind, "Lucy." ”

Lucrecia's voice sounded directly in his heart: "I'm here." ”

"Do you remember when the Lost Country was first built?"

"I ...... I was very young," Lucrecia said in a little confusion, apparently not expecting her father to mention it suddenly, "the impression was very vague, and the adults didn't let me get close to the shipyard at that time. Brother maybe remembers more? He was seven or eight years old at the time, and he often secretly went to the shipbuilding place......"

"Tirien," Duncan didn't hesitate to call out another name that had been marked by himself, "I have a question for you. ”

There was silence in his mind for two or three seconds, and then there was a chaotic noise—it was a "sound" formed by a large number of "thoughts" that had passed through the barrier of consciousness and accidentally leaked out, and after that, Tirion's panicked voice: "Father? What happened? How do you ......?"

"I heard Lucy mention that you used to sneak past the Lost Country when it was being built?"

Even through the distant spatial distance and the barrier of consciousness, Duncan could feel the instant panic coming from the other end of the spiritual connection.

Tyrion's whole person seemed to be confused: "I don't! Don't listen to Lucy, she'......"

Before he could finish speaking, Lucrecia's voice suddenly interjected: "Brother, admit it, something happened in Qingfeng Harbor, and Dad has something serious to ask you." ”

Vanna's voice rang out, "Mr. Tyrion, it's a very serious matter. ”

Tirion was silent for a moment, and only spoke again after a moment, sounding even more confused than before: "...... Why are they all there? ”

"yes, it's all here," Shirley interjected, "Dog, too." ”

"Quiet, this isn't the place to chat," Duncan had to interrupt their mental chatter as a group of guys who had established a makeshift "channel" through the Spiritual Fire Mark began to chat, "Tirion, do you remember when the Lost Country was built?" Do you remember where its 'keel' came from? ”

Tirion finally realized the seriousness of the matter from Duncan's tone.

Duncan's mind was silent.

After a few moments, Tirien's voice finally rang out, "...... Actually, I don't remember very well, you don't tell a child who is only a few years old too much about shipbuilding, but I do remember that the 'keel' of that ship was 'dragged' back from a fog near the border after a sea expedition......"

"'Dragged back' from the fog near the border?"

"Yes, that was one of the 'takeaways' of your expeditions, and you often found something in your expeditions, and those 'trophies' made you the respect and envy of other explorers, but even among the many trophies, the 'huge log' you dragged back from near the border was the most special...... It was so huge that it was beyond the towing limits of your boat at the time, and you had to arrange for two other small boats to assist you, and it took almost two months to tow it to the vicinity of Plan......

"We chose Poland not only because our family was living there at the time, but also because the city-state had the largest shipyard in the world at the time.

"Yes, you then announced that you were going to build a ship, to build one of the world's greatest and most amazing exploration ships, with that 'wood' you found in the fog of the border.

"It took seven years to build the ship – with plenty of manpower and material resources, with the largest and most advanced shipbuilding facilities in the world, and with a large number of shipbuilding experts attracted to the Poland by your amazing plan, it still took seven years to build, and it was not until it was successfully launched and completed its maiden voyage, and then it took several years of refinement and adjustment to become the 'Lost Land' that attracted the attention of the world.

"It was only during this process that my knowledge of the ship was gradually established, and even the origin of the 'keel' was only heard from the people of the crowd when it was halfway through its construction—until then, you rarely told me about it."

Duncan listened to Tirian's voice in his head with a serious face, and did not speak for a long time.

These things were indeed the first time he knew about them—as the current captain of the Lost Homeland, he didn't know the story of the ship's construction until now.

But it's not too late to know.

After a moment of silence, Duncan asked again, "About the keel...... What else do you know? ”

Tirien's side fell silent, as if for a moment he was lost in a memory.

I don't know how long it took for his voice to sound again: "I remember the craftsmen who worked on it told me that the keel was extremely difficult to work with, it was not like any known wood, it was incredibly tough, and as a 'strange thing' from near the 'border', it also had some disturbing 'unnatural' properties, such as making strange noises in the middle of the night, and the notches left on the surface would be slowly repaired...... Because of these odd properties, the construction of the Lost Land was nearly shelved in the first step of construction, because no one could make the original wood into the shape of a keel......

"But then, the craftsmen discovered a strange thing-

"A worker with elven blood can easily cut that 'wood'."

Duncan immediately spoke: "Elf? ”

"Yes, after wasting nearly two months on that big log, an elven craftsman stumbled upon this - in the hands of elves, the keel that was so tough that almost everyone drove everyone crazy was as easy to work with as balsa wood, so later the Plande shipyard transferred all the elven craftsmen to the project of the Lost Country, and even recruited some people from nearby city-states......"

Duncan listened solemnly, waiting for Tirion's voice to fall, and he was silent for a few seconds before asking, "Is there anything else?" ”

"Let me think about it......" Tirion said, and after a moment of reflection, he spoke uncertainly, "There's one more thing, but I don't remember very well...... It was near the end of the Lost Country, and I was allowed to help with you on less important work, and one time you took me to the dry dockyard, and you were drinking and you seemed to be in high spirits, and you pointed to the Lost Country and told me......

"Tirion, it's just a twig, actually.

"To this day, I don't understand what you mean by that."

(End of chapter)