Nina was glad that it had been a long time since she had a normal meal with Uncle Duncan like this, talking about what was going on at school, and even less seeing Uncle Duncan smile on his face.

It reminded her of the past, of the time when her uncle was not sick - since the loss of her parents at the age of six, this father-like man has become her only relative in this world, but since four years ago, the illness that even the doctor could not find out the cause of the illness has changed her uncle into a different appearance, and the days of this time are ...... To be honest, it's hard.

Uncle was still providing for his own schooling, maintaining his basic life, but Nina could feel that all the colors of the "future" had gradually faded from this familiar and friendly little shop, and dissipated into the gloomy and oppressive gatherings of the spirits, pills, and suspicious "friends" who dealt with her uncle.

She no longer expects her life to go back to a few years ago, but even a little bit of improvement is something to be happy about.

Duncan was also very happy, because he finally had access to more information about this world, and finally touched the historical context of this world—even if it was only a part of it, which gave him a sense of pleasure in clearing the clouds.

The completely lost prehistoric "era of order", the "great annihilation" event that reshaped the order of all things, the deep-sea era that continues to this day, and the anomalies and anomalies that pervade the world...... These things, which he once didn't know at all, or only half-understood, finally had a clearer outline at this moment.

When breakfast was over, Nina got up to clean up the dishes, and she was so quick with her hands and feet that she could tell that she was doing the chores a lot on weekdays—no doubt she was cleaning up the upstairs bedroom.

A guy who is riddled with serious illnesses, has a decadent life, and devotes most of his energy and enthusiasm to the cause of the cult obviously won't do these things.

But seeing the girl in front of him busy, Duncan finally couldn't hold back, he got up and took the big tray in Nina's hand: "I'll help you take it - see how hard you go upstairs." ”

Nina looked at Duncan in surprise, and she was about to say something more, but the latter had already strode up the stairs.

The girl could only hurriedly follow, reminding her while following behind: "Uncle, be careful, the doctor said that your condition is still unstable......

"Doctor...... Dr. Albert? Duncan didn't look back, and while going upstairs looking for the corresponding impressions in the memory fragments, there were only a few flashing fragments, "It's okay, anyway, he still can't even find out the cause, and the most effective medicine prescribed is painkillers." ”

“…… Then you should follow the doctor's advice," Nina followed Duncan up to the second floor, grunting as she walked to the kitchen, "he at least knows how to keep his health ......"

In the middle of Nina's words, the sound of flapping wings suddenly interrupted her movements.

She and Duncan looked in the direction from which the voice had come and saw a shadow flash through the crack in the hidden master bedroom door.

"Uncle Duncan, something flashed in your room!" Nina said in surprise, then stepped forward and grabbed the doorknob, "Could it be the cat next door......

"Hey, don't ......"

Duncan only had time to stop half a sentence when he saw that Nina had pushed open the hidden door, and the pigeon hiding in the room appeared in front of the two of them.

Ai Yin was standing on the top of the cabinet, one paw grabbed a french fries and stuffed it into his mouth, and the sudden opening of the door made the pigeon rest the whole bird, it maintained a posture of stuffing french fries with one paw, and the two green bean eyes looked at Nina and the wall on the other side.

Then it saw Duncan, flapped its wings twice, and made a loud sound: "Ah...... Cuckoo? ”

Duncan's eyes jumped, and he saw that the window not far away was wide open, which was obviously Aiyin's escape route—and in the distance directly opposite the window, a pier could be vaguely seen bathed in sunlight.

The pigeon went to the dock and got some fries and came back......

"Pigeons?" Nina finally reacted at this time, and looked at Ai Yin on the cabinet in surprise, "Uncle Duncan!" You have a pigeon in your room! ”

"I see it," Duncan said, "I don't recognize it." ”

Ai Yin immediately threw the fries and flew over, landing on Duncan's shoulder and shaking his head.

"Well, it flew in this morning," Duncan sighed, "it may be someone else's well-bred pigeon, but it's not very smart, and if I give it something to eat, it won't go." ”

Ai Yin listened, and let out a loud cooing sound.

If it weren't for the presence of outsiders and Duncan's previous order, it would have already started to shout "ah, yes, yes, yes" by this time.

Nina didn't doubt her uncle's statement in the slightest, she just looked at the pigeon with her eyes shining, and then cautiously approached and asked Duncan while observing the pigeon's reaction, "What about that...... Do you want to keep it? Can I keep it? ”

The girl's thoughts were all written on her face, and the Ai Yin in her eyes was obviously just a beautiful and cute white dove, and Ai Yin tilted her head to look at Duncan, and a questioning cooing sound came out of her throat.

Duncan suddenly felt that the bird understood better when it didn't open its mouth than when it spoke......

After a moment, he pretended to hesitate before nodding: "Yes—but only if the pigeon is willing to stay, it may fly away at any time, and you don't complain then." ”

Nina suddenly smiled: "Great! I knew Uncle Duncan, you're a reasonable person! ”

……

In the central prayer room of the Cathedral of the Deep Sea, Valentine, the bishop of the city-state, dressed in a gold-patterned priest's robe on a black background, stood solemnly in front of the icon of the Goddess of Storms.

He was tall and thin, with sparse white hair and a look as calm as deep water.

The candelabra in the prayer room was burning silently, the sacred flame illuminated the room, and the icon of Grimona was on the platform, the goddess was faceless, her head covered with a black veil, and a long dress depicting the ripples of the waves hung from her to the edge of the platform—even though it was only a stone statue, the power of divinity was still manifested here, and the whole icon exuded a strong sense of presence, and as long as you stood around the icon, you could feel a vague feeling of being watched and sheltered.

This feeling of being watched and sheltered is real, and it is precisely under this gaze and shelter that Vanna, who has come to consult with the bishop, can confidently and boldly tell all the images she has seen in her dreams.

“…… If what you saw in your dreams is good, it's indeed the Lost Country. ”

Valentine, the bishop of the city-state, turned to look at the young inquisitor who had come to him early in the morning - although from the perspective of the clergy of the church, the inquisitor in charge of the armed forces and the bishop of the city-state in charge of ceremonial sacrifices were on an equal footing, but when it came to the study and judgment of transcendent events, it was normal for the inquisitor to seek advice or even guidance from the bishop.

"Is that really a lost country?" Despite the answer in her heart, Vanna's eyes widened after hearing the bishop's judgment, "I thought it was ......"

"Do you think that ship is just a legend now, just like the legend of all sorts of ghost ships that nervous sailors brag about in the tavern?" Valentine knew what Vanna wanted to say, and the sparsely haired old man shook his head, his tone deep, "The existence of the Lost Country is a fact recognized by all city-states and churches, it is not a legend, but something that can be found in the church files. ”

"I know that the Lost Country did exist, and that some of the ship's construction drawings and construction files from more than a century ago can be found in the City-State Archives of Plant, but all this tangible information is limited to whether the Lost Country was a ship sailing in the real world, only when Captain Duncan was a human......

Vana said, in a serious tone, as she looked at the icon behind the bishop, her expression becoming more cautious at the mention of certain words.

"The point is, the ship was clearly recorded as crashing into subspace...... A century ago, thousands of fugitives from the Thirteen Isles of Visceland witnessed the ship and their homeland collapsed and swallowed up by the frontier and plunged into the shadows of subspace......

The young inquisitor said as he looked at the old man in front of him.

"Is it really possible for something that has been swallowed by subspace to reappear in the real world?"

“…… So far, nothing other than the Lost Country has returned to reality after falling into subspace, and even if it is, there are only eyewitness reports after the fact, and scholars from all walks of life are suspicious of the ship's return, which is indeed true, but this is not the key ......" The old man said, his eyes suddenly fell on Vanna, with a strange seriousness on his face, "The point is, Inquisitor, are you afraid of something?" ”