The goat's head was panicking now, very panicked—although the captain told him not to panic, his head almost went vibrating as soon as he heard the news.

Even Alice, who was next to her, was scared out of her head after listening to the news brought by the captain - she was really scared, and she still hasn't installed it.

"You mean...... All instances of the ancient Cretan kingdom from top to bottom were copied from a part of my wreckage," the goat's head glared, "and it was copied by the Holy Lord of the Netherworld?" ”

"Yes," Duncan nodded, "it also explains many of the historical questions about the Old Kingdom of Crete that have always hung in the way of scholars, such as why this ancient kingdom has left almost no systematic cultural material - because they were a transient people who were 'made' for the sake of 'Genesis' and had no cultural system of their own; The ruins will be scattered on the islands that are not suitable for survival at all, or even shrouded in visions, because all the ancient cities of Crete were built as infrastructure at the time of Genesis, they were not intended to serve as settlements......"

The goat's tone became more and more complicated: "You know I'm not focused on this ......"

“…… It was a bit shocking to suddenly learn that an ancient race was actually his 'heir'," Duncan was silent for a moment, and could only try to keep his face strained, "Seriously, I was surprised when I first learned the news......

At this time, Alice, who had not intervened much next to her, suddenly spoke: "But...... But...... But...... Mountain ......"

"You put your head on before you speak," Duncan glanced at the doll helplessly, "it's scary to sit next to him with his head in his hands." ”

Alice didn't put it on after her head was scared off just now, so she kept sitting next to Duncan with her head in her arms and eating melons with all her heart, and at this time she reacted in a panic when she was reminded, and quickly put her head on her neck while saying "oh", and immediately spoke conveniently: "But isn't the goat's head the main god of the elves, if you have to say it, the elves in the world can be regarded as his heirs, he should be able to accept it......"

"It's easy to say," the goat's head immediately turned his head, as if resentment was about to emerge from the base, "I'm asleep and half-stretched before someone uses it as a culture medium, okay?" And if it's just an ancient race, wouldn't it be a group of final preachers! I thought there was something wrong with those god-chattering 'preachers', and when I got to the ship, I got down and kissed the deck without saying a word, and I told you that if it wasn't for the material, I would have goosebumps - now I think of goosebumps! What's going on, this, sleep and wake up......"

Seeing that the goat's head had quickly entered the chattering mode, Duncan had to knock on the table twice to silence the somewhat excited first mate, and then broke the silence with two dry coughs: "Ahem, the last preacher used to be a normal Cretan. ”

The goat's head was stunned for a moment, and reluctantly turned his neck: "I know this...... Now you know...... And even now they are not so crazy...... But ......."

It "but" for a long time, and it didn't come out with a "but", only muttered for a long time, and finally all turned into a helpless sigh, and its head hung down, and it didn't say anything anymore.

Alice couldn't help but look at the goat's head twice, then raised her head and looked at Duncan a little helplessly, and only after a while did she hesitate to speak: "Captain...... The first mate didn't seem to be happy. ”

"It's not happy or unhappy, it's just that I suddenly got the shocking news that it needs to rest and think calmly for some time," Duncan sighed softly and got up from behind the sailing table, "Let's not bother." ”

"Oh," Alice agreed, getting up from her chair and following Duncan out of the captain's room, stopping again as she passed the edge of the chart table, hesitated for a moment, and then reached out and touched the goat's head, "Rest well...... You're going to teach me how to cook southern food when you go back......"

Duncan listened as he listened, and the corners of his eyes couldn't help but twitch, but this time he didn't say anything more, just shook his head silently, and turned to walk towards the outer deck.

The sea breeze is gentle, the broken waves are undulating, and the sea is sparkling in the distance, and it is still a good weather.

Duncan and Alice strolled to the deck, only to find that Vanna had also arrived at the deck at some point, leaning against the side of the ship and blowing the wind, looking into the distance as if she had something on her mind.

The sea breeze blowing from the direction of the border lifted Vanna's silver-white hair, and when she heard the movement behind her, she turned her head and stroked her long hair, and a smile appeared on her face: "Captain, Alice." ”

"I thought you would have to talk to Helena more," Duncan nodded, strolling to the side of the ship, "such a big piece of information must have had a big impact on everyone. ”

"yes, such a big piece of information—so His Majesty the Pope shouldn't have much time to make small talk with me in the future," Vana laughed, shaking her head, "she should still be in a meeting with the other crowns...... Whether it's the origins of the Old Kingdom of Crete, or the future of our world known as the 'Sanctuary', or the ...... The 'Final Survey Team', which has gone crazy, is enough to make many people lose a lot of hair. ”

“…… Has there been any movement from Vision 004 since then? Duncan asked.

"No," Vanna shook her head, "after you left, we left behind a few watchmen who reported that there had been no movement in the assembly hall until now...... In the past, even if the mausoleum itself did not appear, there would be some strange noises or shadows in the assembly hall from time to time...... It seems that as you said, Vision 004 is completely closed off from the outside world. ”

“…… Just like the 'sun' above our heads, the 'mausoleum' has reached the end of its life, and its mission has ended," Duncan said calmly, "The grave keeper has reminded him not to respond to any news from the mausoleum in the future, let alone send anyone in...... If something comes out of the mausoleum, even if the tomb keeper himself comes out of it, he should not respond, but stay away from it as soon as possible...... That's not what you know to be a vision 004 anymore. ”

"We know that His Holiness has warned all the saints that from now on, Vision 004 will be completely forbidden, and no one will approach the 'Tomb of the Unknown King......' except for a team of ascetics who will be stationed at the edge of the assembly hall on a rotating basis."

Vana whispered, and gradually fell silent again, before a few seconds later suddenly let out a sigh: "...... Another thing is over. ”

yes, another thing is over – but what is she referring to? Is it this very special "rally"? Or is it the "watch-gathering-listening" process for the tombs of the Nameless King, which has been customary in the Church of the Four Gods for thousands of years? Or ...... A legacy left by ancient creators for this world?

In any case, they are over.

"Did the grave keeper tell you anything about the sun?" After a moment of silence, Vana suddenly said, "Did he mention how the 'sun' was built, or...... Is there any way to fix it, even if it continues to prolong its ......?"

Duncan shook his head slightly.

"He's just a guard, a guard who has been imprisoned by the Vision Observatory after all the systems have shut down and all the engineers and designers have left, and he's told me everything he knows, but the sun ......"

Duncan paused, looking out into the distance.

Vision 001 - The sun is moving slowly in the sky, like an old man in the twilight of his life, hobbling towards his destination.

"The Sun is a huge project built by the 'Creeping King' and the entire Cretan community, and this is not something that a single guard can understand."

“…… Also," Vanna shook her head self-deprecatingly, "I was expecting too much. ”

"Yes, but that's okay, because that's what I'm going to solve next," Duncan said softly with a glance at Fanna, "and we'll just go to the 'designer' of the Deep Sea Age—start by opening a door." ”

As his words fell, a slight creaking sound rang out from the depths of the Lost Continent's cabin at the same time, and then, Fanna felt a slight vibration beneath her feet, and then, the translucent spirit sail slowly floated onto the mast—

The Lost began to slowly adjust its posture and turn its bow, the massive and majestic ghost ship slowly pointing its bow towards the distant sea—the majestic mist that stood hazy at the borders of the world.

……

In the breezy harbor, the majestic and sacred Cathedral of the Storm was still quietly docked near the shoreline, and a priest in a blue and black robe made all the way through the covered bridge and arches of the upper church area, almost rushing to the door of the Pope's prayer room: "Your Majesty! Your Majesty! The ship, the Lost Country, has moved! It suddenly reversed course ten minutes ago and accelerated out of the Light Wind Harbor! ”

"I know," Helena's voice came from the prayer room, her voice magnetic with a calming magic, "there's no need to make such a fuss, it's just that the time comes." ”

As the words fell, the graceful and elegant lady turned her head and focused her attention once again on the ceremonial brazier in front of her.

Part of her spirit sank deep into the brazier, still in the channel of psionic communication.

“…… The Lost Country has departed, and Vanna has just sent me news...... Yes, the 'Tidal' is already on the way with escort ships, and they will arrive on time at the agreed assembly point......

"Banster, what's that dead and alive fleet of yours?"

A gloomy voice came into Helena's head: "It's the 'Rest' and the 'No Rest', Helena. ”

"Okay, it's pretty much the same anyway...... Where are they? ”

"They're already on their way, don't worry—we'll all be there on time."

(End of chapter)