The blazing green flames were fading, and the sea around them was beginning to calm down.

After confirming from the goat's head that the Lost Country had left the dangerous sea and was now ready to sail on its own, Duncan took his hand off the dark steering wheel, and he was now bowing his head, and what caught his eyes was the body that had regained its flesh and blood, and the deck of the Lost Land that had returned to its original state after the green flame had been extinguished.

But in the dark, he had a feeling that many things were different.

He could feel that something had changed the moment he grasped the steering wheel of the Lost Land, and the green flames connected him to the ship, and even to the sea, and even though the flames had receded now, he could still feel the invisible connection, and felt every detail of the big ship under his feet.

Duncan slowly closed his eyes, he heard the murmur of something from the deep, dimly lit corridor of the Lost Land, there was an inexplicable intimacy in the whisper, he saw that the lantern in the captain's room had been lit at some point, the glass lampshade danced with a miserable white light, he heard the sound of the waves crashing against the hull, and the waves seemed to hide a deep gaze, but when he tried to find the source of the gaze, the latter seemed to consciously hide its own existence......

Duncan opened his eyes, exhaled softly, and the veil-like sail of the mist on the Lost Mast's mast stirred up as he walked to the staircase to the deck, and the ropes beside the staircase wriggled and retreated in both directions.

He understood that after choosing to take over the steering wheel, he would be the real captain of the ship.

"Captain, we are floating from the edge of the spirit world, and we will soon return to the real world," the voice of the goat's head came from the side, but this time it was not through the brass pipe used for communication on the ship, but directly in Duncan's mind, and when talking about business, it seemed much more serious, but not so noisy, "We were lucky, and we only 'dangled' at the bottom of the spirit world at the deepest, and we were almost unaffected by the dark depth." ”

The real world, the spiritual sea, the deep sea, and the subspace that seems to be deeper...... Duncan's mind came up with these strange words that appeared in front of him one after another, and he knew that they pointed to the real situation of this strange world, but he still didn't know what they really meant.

It's just that, listening to the voice of the goat head when he called himself "captain", Duncan always vaguely felt that there were some subtle changes in the other party's tone, and he even suspected that even if he said the identity of "Zhou Ming" at this moment, the goathead would still obey his orders - this is exactly the change that occurred after he took the helm of the steering wheel and successfully recovered from the "green fire".

But after a little hesitation, he didn't make any hasty attempts to do so, nor did he ask the goathead about the spirit world, the seclusion, and the subspace.

If it had been a few days ago, he had indeed been in a state of anxiety and unease, when he was desperate to figure out his situation, but now he didn't seem to be in a hurry.

In this world, there are other "people", there are other ships, there are orderly societies, and there are other civilizations, which is enough for him to give birth to a lot of hopes for the future out of thin air, and even give birth to some "plans" that are still quite vague at present.

In his thoughts, Duncan recalled the details of his encounter with the ship that suddenly emerged from the fog, the striking chimney of the ship, and the mechanical structures that appeared directly in his mind as it intertwined with the Lost Country.

"It was a mechanically powered ship...... The Lost Homeland looks like a sail battleship from a previous era......" Duncan muttered to himself, "but it wasn't exactly a mechanical ship......

There were some cabins of unknown significance on the ship, which were arranged as if they were some kind of sacrificial scene, and many strange patterns and symbols could be seen on the keel of the hull, like decoration, but more than necessary.

"Goat head," Duncan said suddenly, he didn't know what the goat's head was called, so he subconsciously said the name directly in his mind, "When I 'met' with that ship just now, the man who looked like the captain yelled at me, what did he say?" ”

The goat's head seemed unconcerned about what the captain called him, and he gladly accepted and quickly replied, "The wind and waves are too great to hear." ”

"You didn't hear clearly?" Duncan frowned, "...... I always felt that his expression was tragic at that time, as if he was about to die with me, and what he shouted should be quite important. ”

"It's not worth the fuss about the normal reaction of a human being, especially the sailors at sea, to be with you, and their roar before the grasshopper shakes the tree, and you don't need to pay attention to it......."

The goat's head replied as it was a matter of course, but Duncan, who was walking up the stairs to the deck, almost shook his feet, and he shook the corners of his mouth in shock: "It's a normal human reaction to want to die with me?" ”

As soon as he said this, he felt a little inappropriate, because it seemed to expose the loophole in his identity as a "captain", revealing that he did not know enough about "himself", which may be because the green fire just now was overexerting energy, or maybe it was the feeling of being one with the Lost Country weakened his vigilance, no matter what, it made Duncan a little nervous for a moment - but the goat's head seemed to be completely unnoticed.

"It's normal that they fear you," the goat's tone seemed to be a little proud, "anyone who sails the infinite seas should fear you, just as they fear the gods of the old days and the shadows of the subspace, and when it comes to shadows, you know there is a brilliant engineer...... Or maybe an agriculturist or a gourmand once said......"

Duncan sensibly didn't take the subject, for he was worried that he wouldn't be able to complete it if it continued (more importantly, of course, because he really didn't want to deal with the goat's head, because the noise would increase exponentially as soon as someone responded), and the next second, he was distracted by something else on deck.

“…… What is this? Duncan stood at the edge of the deck, stunned as he stared at the door of the captain's quarters.

It was a wooden box more than a man long, and it looked very well made, the unknown gloomy wood was tightly put together, riveted and reinforced with metal as if it were gold, and the intricate patterns engraved on the edge of the box could be seen, like words, and like deliberately distorted pictograms—this box was by no means the stuff of the Lost Country! Duncan hadn't seen it when he left the captain's quarters before!

The goat's voice was silent for a moment before it sounded: "...... I don't know, but it's supposed to be a trophy......"

"Loot?!" Duncan didn't react for a moment, he walked around the box twice, "This thing looks like a coffin, but it's much more beautiful than an ordinary coffin...... Wait, loot, you mean this thing was 'got' from the same ship?! ”

"A successful hunt, captain," said the goat's head in a serious tone, interspersed with a tone that seemed to be flattering, "you always return home with a full load on every voyage, and that's a normal play." ”

Duncan subconsciously opened his mouth, thinking that he didn't plan to get things down from other people's ships, what kind of hunting and "full load" was this?

But after thinking about it, he was afraid that this would not be in line with his image of "captain", and more importantly, the mechanical ship had disappeared into the depths of the sea fog at the moment, thinking of the white-bearded captain just now when he stared at him as if he was about to die together, he thought that there should be no way to send this thing back, so he could only press all the words back into his stomach.

He stood in front of the ornate wooden box, which looked like a coffin, and noticed that the lid of the thing seemed to be loose, and it looked like it could be opened with a handful.

After hesitating for a moment, he put his hand on the lid of the wooden box - at least, he wanted to figure out what he had just gotten to the ship.

His body was stronger than he had imagined, and the lid was not as weighty as he had imagined, and with almost a slight effort, a crack rose in the dark-looking lid of the box, and then he lifted it completely.

Duncan looked inside the box, dumbfounded.

"Alone?"

In the wooden box, a beautiful young woman lay quietly—her long silver-white hair was spread like mercury in the box, her face was delicate and flawless, and there was a faint sense of nobility and detachment, she was dressed in a gorgeous purple-black court dress, and her hands were folded in front of her, as if she was falling into a long sleep.

Perfect like a doll.

"No, it's really a doll!"