"Captain, are you sure this is really okay?" Alice looked at the "little flame" in Duncan's hand nervously, and kept grabbing the lace decoration beside her clothes with both hands, "Don't burn my house..."

Duncan held a ball of spiritual fire in his hand, and while searching for a place to start next to Alice's "coffin", he looked back at the doll helplessly: "My spiritual fire is completely controlled - don't you believe in my power?"

Alice waved her hand as soon as she heard this: "I believe, I believe..."

Duncan then withdrew his gaze and calmed down.

With the conditions on the Lost Country, it is unlikely to conduct a complete test of Alice's "coffin", but this does not mean that he cannot do some "preliminary research". Now that he is becoming more and more proficient in the control of the spirit fire, he has vaguely touched some tricks to use this flame to explore the secrets of extraordinary things.

He still dared not use the flame on Alice easily, but if it was used to study her wooden box...that would be a different matter.

After some preparation, Duncan finally slowly reached out and extended a cluster of flames from his fingertips to the surface of the gorgeous wooden box.

The flame sank quietly into the box like an illusory reflection. Alice widened her eyes and carefully observed the movement in front of her. After a brief two or three seconds of silence, she saw a phantom-like flame suddenly spreading in her vision.

The spirit fire began to burn on the wooden box, from inside to outside! The whole box showed a translucent texture in the blink of an eye, and in this scene that seemed real and illusory, the burning flames began to quickly fill every detail in the box, as if reconstructing its "skeleton" structure!

"Oh, Captain, it's burning!"

The doll screamed in surprise, but her voice was not responding to it. Duncan had focused his attention on the control of the flames and his perception of the "coffin". He looked at the beating flames and the illusory wooden box in front of him with a solemn expression. Alice's voice came from his ears as if it was coming from another world.

Duncan's mind was gradually calming, and he felt that the surroundings were becoming quieter and quieter. Even the endless wind and waves on the vast sea seemed to gradually move away from his perception. He felt that his power had penetrated into an extremely vast "place", and more and more "perceptions" were being transmitted into his consciousness through the passage established by the flames.

This is completely different from what he felt when he used flames to transform the sun talisman!

If you have to compare, using flames to transform the sun talisman gives him the feeling of being filled with a water cup, but at this moment he feels that his flames are surging and constantly pouring into a large lake, and the size of the two is not at the same level at all.

Is this the difference between artificially produced extraordinary items and abnormal items ranked 099?

Duncan suddenly realized something in his heart, and in this flash of thought, he suddenly felt that the connection between the flames had finally reached a certain peak - the transmission of power suddenly became as smooth as a river, and then, a surging "memory" poured into his mind!

The sound of waves... The waves are beating against the strange coastline, the cold wind is blowing through the high walls, and the towering walls stand in the distance, vaguely as if frozen, and there are crowds... shaking, dim, with only outlines...

Duncan's vision was floating somewhere, as if it was two or three meters away from the ground. He looked around in astonishment, but only saw the strange city-state and the high platform on the coastline. He saw countless black shadows gathered around the high platform. It seemed to be a crowd of shadows, but none of them could be seen clearly.

The buzzing sound came from all directions, as if it were people whispering, but it was loud and surprisingly noisy. Duncan tried hard to distinguish it, and finally found that it was not the voice of people talking at all, but countless "voices" - the confusing thoughts in the mind, the self-talking in the tense and depressing atmosphere, the prayer to the gods and the pleading in fear.

Those "black shadows" did not speak, but their voices swept across the coastal platform like a storm.

Duncan's heart moved and suddenly turned around.

Under the pale and dim skylight in the distance, he saw a towering thing.

A guillotine—its sharp blade glows with a cold light in the dim light.

Through the only historical knowledge in my mind, Duncan has realized where he is when he thinks of the origin behind the abnormal 099.

He looked below the guillotine, as his cognition gradually stabilized, a vague figure under the guillotine quickly became clear.

He saw the queen, the frost queen who was executed by the rebels half a century ago - her silver hair is like a waterfall, her lavender eyes are still bright in the dark, and she was wearing a slightly thin dress in the cold wind, but gritted her teeth and made her body tremble at all.

She really has the same face as Alice.

Duncan's heart was a little strange. He looked at the lady who had the same appearance as Alice. Although he knew that this was the "ordinary body" in history, he still couldn't help but appear in his mind the image of the lively doll on the boat. The next second, a sudden sound from nowhere interrupted his thoughts-

"Your time is here, the frost's 'Queen'."

The sound was cold and distant, but it sounded next to the guillotine as if it had penetrated the curtain of history.

The next second, Duncan saw two phantoms suddenly appearing beside the guillotine. The two phantoms came to Queen Frost, as if they wanted to press the queen's arm to make her kneel under the guillotine. However, the queen's figure remained unmoved, and the two tall phantoms were as weak as children.

Duncan heard the noisy sounds around him suddenly became even more violent than before. The countless black shadows suddenly shaking one after another, and there were even some clear shouts in the middle - the cold and distant voice sounded again before, and this time it seemed to be a little more angry: "Quiet! Maintain order in the execution ground!"

More phantoms emerged around the guillotine. The Queen of Frost was finally suppressed under the cold torture instrument. She knelt in the cold dust, but still raised her head and stared at the high walls of the distant city-state. Above her neck, the sharp and heavy blades began to gradually rise with the squeaking sound of the winch...

Duncan frowned. Although he knew that this was just a phantom recorded in history, he subconsciously stepped forward while looking at the face of "Alice" and wanted to reach out his hand...

But just as he had "action", the Queen of Frost under the guillotine suddenly turned her head slightly - she looked at the direction where Duncan was, staring at the place where she should be empty in the space and time she was in. She opened her mouth and said clearly and softly:

“Whoever you are, please do not contaminate history.”

Duncan stopped in shock, and then, he heard someone next to the guillotine screaming: "Who are you talking to?!"

The Queen of Frost had already withdrawn her gaze. She seemed to have suddenly figured out something. A smile of relief appeared on her originally cold face. She turned her head and seemed to be saying to the executioner beside her: "Do it, before the sun sets."

The guillotine fell suddenly.

The boundless darkness suddenly surged from all directions, and the illusions in history began to tear into fragmented light and shadows. Duncan felt that his connection with "here" was rapidly weakening. He knew that the "echo" of this scene had come to an end, and in the illusions that were constantly breaking away, he could still hear some noisy and broken sounds. Those sounds were sometimes far and sometimes approaching, and he could only hear a few fragments of them vaguely-

"…Queen Frost is dead, we cut off the channel for the Lost Country to return to the real world..."

"...Lee Nora attempted to build the second Lost Land... She colluded with the shadow of the subspace, the evidence was conclusive, and she died..."

“…The new consul will soon reshape the order, and all information related to the 'Qianyuan' exploration plan will be destroyed… Active whistleblowers still have the opportunity to be forgiven…”

"Pursuing the rebel ship, Seafog, and the defected navy... Life and death are all right... Wait, what a sound... leave soon, it's going to collapse here!"

Shouts, shouts, loud noises of giant objects breaking and collapse, roaring waves...

Duncan suddenly escaped from this boundless darkness, as if he returned to the sea from a deep dive. At the end of the darkness, he heard a series of loud noises that came, and it sounded like a whole cliff collapsed from the coastline and fell into the sea.

He witnessed a piece of history with his own eyes and heard that it fell into nothingness in the darkness.

He saw a phantom in history, and the phantom asked him not to pollute history.

He slowly opened his eyes, saw the familiar cabin, heard the familiar sound of waves, and saw the familiar doll sitting at the head of the bed, pulling out his head, and stuffing it back, having a lot of fun.
Chapter completed!