Listening to Tirion's story, Duncan fell into a long silence and thought.

The Lost seemed to fall silent with the captain, and the low creak from the depths of the cabin gradually subsided, and a real and illusory spirit texture enveloped the ship, and it silently swept across the sea, through the equally silent world.

After a long time, Duncan slowly lowered his head and looked at his feet.

He couldn't see it, but he could imagine it—beneath the layers of decks, deeper than the shattered bilge structure, beyond the borders of reality, Sassroca's spine was still submerged in a dark subspace, and that spine was replaced by the original keel of the Lost Country, the one Duncan Abnomar called "Little Branch".

That "twig" had sunk in the depths of subspace along with the original Lost Land with the catastrophe a century ago.

"Father......" Tirien's slightly uneasy voice sounded in his heart, interrupting Duncan's musings, "Do you have any questions?" ”

"One last question," Duncan said, "after the completion of the Lost Land, there will still be those who worked on the craftsman, I mean the elves who worked on the keel......"

"Most of them should still be alive, but I'm afraid it's hard to find them anytime soon," Tirion replied, "After the 'accident' on the Lost Land, everything related to that ship became taboo, including the construction project of the year."

"The craftsmen who had been involved in the construction of the Lost Country changed careers or went to other city-states, and even the elves chose to go incognito, and the design drawings were sealed, along with all the archives, as 'seals', hidden in the depths of the church......

"People say that everything that has to do with the Lost is cursed, and this is the case with Captain Duncan's children, who built the Lost and no one who knows the secrets of the Lost Country can escape......"

Duncan didn't speak for a moment, and Tirion fell silent as he spoke, and in an atmosphere that suddenly became a little awkward, Lucrecia's voice was the first to break the silence.

"Rumors are not just rumors, and you can't blame the people at the time for being so nervous about this," the "sea witch" said slowly, "In fact, the shipyard that was used to build the Lost Land was hit by fire the day after the subspace collapse.

"The fire burned everything in a perverse way, burning steel and stone to ashes, but it didn't ignite the drawings and files related to the Lost Country stored in the office.

"Nearly half of the construction participants suffered nightmares, strange illnesses and visions in the years that followed, some committed suicide years later, some mysteriously disappeared while going to sea, and some fell into madness, claiming to have heard the 'real voice' in their final waking stages, and then spent the rest of their lives in mental hospitals – those who fell into madness were exceptionally lucky compared to others who had suffered misfortunes.

"The elven craftsmen who were in charge of processing the dragon bones were the least affected, perhaps protected by their ethnic characteristics, they didn't seem to be affected by the curse, but what happened to the others was enough to scare them, and their incognito and departure were understandable......"

Duncan listened quietly to Lucrecia's memories and descriptions, and after a long time, he spoke in a slightly strange tone: "But the original construction record of the Lost Country is still in Purland?" ”

"Yes, still, in the form of a 'seal', you discussed this with me and Vana last time," Morris's voice interjected, "As far as I know, these things are not going to be destroyed—and I don't dare to destroy them casually, because when it comes to subspace, the act of 'destroying' itself may also lead to a connection between the Lost and the real world......"

"I need this part." Duncan said immediately.

Morris was stunned for a moment, but quickly reacted: "No problem, I'll contact my friends in the city-state of Plain, although those things have been high-risk seals for the past hundred years, but with the current situation, the authorities should be willing to cooperate with your request......"

"Ordinary means of contact are too slow," Duncan interrupted Morris, "Vanna." ”

Vanna's voice immediately rang out: "Yes, Captain, I'm listening." ”

"You can contact the Storm Cathedral in Poland directly, right?" Duncan was very serious, "Inform them to prepare all the materials related to the construction project of the Lost Country and send it to the cathedral." ”

“…… Alright," Vana hesitated for two or three seconds to show her loyalty to the Storm Goddess, and then agreed very happily, "how are you going to get the information?" Send Aye over? I'll inform my colleagues over there to prevent them from making a fuss......"

"No, I'll go myself."

Vana didn't seem to react for a moment: "You go in person?" ”

……

In the small antique shop in the lower town of Plande, Duncan put down the newspaper in his hand, looked at the warm and bright sunlight outside the window, and a smile appeared on his face: "I drink tea and read the newspaper in the antique store every day...... It's time for an event here, too. ”

“…… I see, I'll contact the Cathedral of the City-State. ”

Vanna's voice rang in his head, then faded away.

Duncan carefully folded the newspaper and placed it on the shelf next to the counter, then got up and went to the stairs leading to the second floor and removed the coat hanging from the hook.

The Lost Homeland is still sailing silently on the boundless seas of the spirit realm, the Haven has sunk into an unawakened dream, and more and more elves are falling asleep in the city-states around the world, and the peace and tranquility of the past are still maintained in this small antique shop.

It's like a haven that's separate from the rest of the world.

But just as Duncan put on his coat and was about to go out, the door of the antique store was suddenly pushed open, and the jingling bell broke the silence of this haven one step ahead.

Duncan looked up at the door and saw a familiar figure standing in the sunlight.

"Miss Heidi? Good morning," he said, recognizing the visitor at the door, greeted him politely, "Sorry, it's closed today, I'm going out to do something." ”

"Mr. Duncan...... Captain," Heidi took two steps toward the store, she looked at the "shopkeeper" who had just put on her coat and was clearly preparing to go out, and hesitated for a moment before speaking, "I may need your help." ”

Duncan stopped and looked at the other party curiously, "Huh? ”

After the previous incident of Taran El and the elven girl trapped in the dream world, Heidi already knew the truth about the Lost Land, perhaps because she was not used to the drastic changes, she hadn't been to this shop for a long time after that, but she didn't expect that today she suddenly came to the door, and as soon as she opened her mouth, she asked for help.

"It's a sleeping sickness," Heidi said hesitantly, this was the first time she had come here to ask for help without knowing Duncan's identity, and she seemed rather helpless, "a very large, very sudden sleeping sickness......

"More elves are falling asleep?" Duncan frowned, "That's to be expected—the Nameless Dream changed drastically this morning, and its influence is growing. But don't worry, that's what I'm out for. ”

"It's not just more elves falling asleep," Heidi said immediately, "something is wrong with the 'symptoms' this time, the city's centralized medical facility has just admitted a group of 'patients', and I think it's necessary for you to take a look...... If you have time for ......"

The more she talked, the more she lacked confidence, and she didn't know what she had made up in her heart at this moment, and at the end she suddenly said: "Asking for help from you, do you need any sacrifices?" ”

Duncan was still thinking about how long it would take for the cathedral to get ready after receiving the news from Vanna, when he heard Heidi's words, he suddenly didn't react: "...... Sacrifice? ”

Heidi thought for a moment, with embarrassment on her face: "When I corresponded with my father, I didn't dare to ask about you in detail, he only said that life on the Lost Ship was incredible, and your attitude towards mortals was kind, but he didn't tell me about your rules, nor did he mention the rituals and sacrifices needed to ask for your help......"

"Stop, I see," Duncan quickly interrupted, he looked at the psychiatrist with a strange expression, and only after a while did he say, "I don't need sacrifices, and I don't need any bloody and weird sacrifices—the Lost Fleet is a friendly group of members who help each other and are enthusiastic about the common good of the city-state, didn't Maurice or Vanna mention that to you?" ”

Heidi: "......?" ”

Duncan knew what was going on as soon as he looked at the other man's expression.

He waved his hand and grabbed a bronze figurine from the shelf next to him.

An antique from the era of the Dark City-State, a royal symbol of the old Isom dynasty, left the factory brand new last week.

"The original price is eight hundred solas, and after the discount is twelve, you buy it at the original price, and it will be used as my reward for making a sale - if it's okay, let's go, anyway, the cathedral won't be able to prepare what I want for a while, I can follow you to see the situation of those 'patients' first."

……

"Are you sure you want to use these things to build a 'channel' for psionic resonance?" Morris watched in amazement as Vana busted about the kitchen, and finally couldn't help but ask.

Vanna temporarily stopped the preparation in her hand and looked up at the old gentleman next to her: "Is there any problem?" ”

“…… I think it's quite a lack of rigor," Morris tensed, trying to look serious, "As a sacred ritual, you should at least prepare some decent spell casting materials when establishing contact with the city-state cathedral......

Vanna was silent for a moment, looking down at what she could find in the "Witch's Mansion".

"Divine fire, holy oil, holy spices, and pious prayers, all four are all in one."

Morriston's eyes narrowed: "It's not that you add the word 'sacred' in front of it to work—you can't just pop a green onion in the kitchen and ask the goddess to send down power!" ”

Vanna: "......"

(If you are going to Guangzhou on a business trip, you will be singled out in the next few days, and you will resume two days and three shifts after you come back.) ）

(End of chapter)