The figure in the mirror really left - without doing anything superfluous, just as he said at the beginning, just "come and see the situation."
Fanna stared at the mirror warily for a long time before she finally confirmed this and truly felt relieved.
Then she fell into a brief moment of introspection and suspicion.
The suspicion is due to the professional habits of the Inquisitor. It is really difficult for her to truly trust a "person" like Captain Duncan who has memorized a century of horrific legends and is related to the subspace, even if the other person really seems sensible and friendly, and
It has indeed protected the city-state of Puland, but the reason for reflection is simpler——
She realized that her vigilance gradually weakened during her interactions with Captain Duncan.
This was a sign of weakness that shouldn't be seen. She never thought this would happen to her.
In the final analysis, this is because I fell into wavering and self-doubt, and lost the purity of my beliefs, which led to holes in my mind.
Fanna thought about herself a lot, and in the end, she sighed softly.
In any case, the city has survived safely, and she will tell Bishop Valentine what happened tonight, including... her own wavering.
The young judge's sigh faded into the darkness as the lights went out.
…
On the second floor of the antique shop in the lower city, Duncan withdrew his gaze towards the Plander Cathedral and looked at the night view of the city with thousands of lights far and near, a thoughtful expression appeared on his face.
He didn't know what happened to Vanna, but one thing was obvious. The young judge's mental state had just experienced a brief and dangerous wavering - this wavering even directly touched his perception, forcing him to directly
A projection was conducted in the real world to see what happened to Vanna.
Looking back now, the aura he felt on Fanna's body at that time was actually vaguely familiar - the aura was hidden deep in her spiritual world and surrounded her. If you discerned it carefully, it looked a bit like...
It's like the wonderful feeling you get when you're on the bottom of the Lost Home, looking through the cracks at the chaotic light and shadow outside the ship's hull.
It's subspace.
Judging from the last question Vanna suddenly asked herself, the trouble she encountered might actually be related to subspace.
Duncan tapped his fingers on the window sill unconsciously, guessing at the truth.
Before leaving, he strengthened the mark he left on the other party. This power should be able to help her resist the possible erosion when necessary, but the key to the question is, why is Vanna, a high-level saint,
Will a hint of subspace suddenly appear?
Duncan's thoughts spread, and he suddenly thought of some other clues, or "knowledge" - under certain circumstances, the souls of the Four Gods' believers are more likely to be corroded by the subspace than mortals, and their souls are corroded after being corroded.
It will even directly create a rift connecting the real dimension and subspace. In the small church in the sixth block, the initial invasion also started from the shadow of the nun's soul...
Will a similar situation happen to Vanna? If so, what is the reason behind this counter-intuitive phenomenon?
After a moment of reflection, Duncan exhaled and turned away from the window.
In any case, he should pay more attention to Fanna's special "node" in the future - now Fanna lacks trust in herself as a "ghost captain", and of course she will not take the initiative to tell all the secrets, which requires her own
It's a waste of time.
On the way back to the bedroom, Duncan heard the voices of two young girls laughing and joking from the next room - the voices of Nina and Shirley.
Although they have returned to the city-state from the Lost Home, they still seem to be very excited, especially Nina.
The child didn't seem to have any psychological shadow at all about the eerie ghost ship, nor did she have any anxiety about the future - she was as cheerful as usual, and even... seemed to be a little more cheerful.
Is it the influence of the sun fragments? Or is it because she has a strong ability to accept it?
Duncan was thoughtful, and he suddenly felt... that he seemed to have discovered some unexpected "talent" in Nina.
As night fell, the cold, pale glow of the World's Creation illuminated the open deck of the Lost Home.
The sound of brisk footsteps broke the silence on the ghost ship in the night, and a figure wearing a gorgeous long dress and silver-haired shawl came to the bridge at the stern of the ship.
Alice raised her head and looked at the captain who was personally steering the helm. Her light purple eyes reflected the light and looked sparkling: "Captain! Where should we go next?"
"There is no destination for now, let's leave the busy routes between city-states first," Duncan lowered his head and glanced at the puppet, "You seem to be in a good mood?"
"Yes, yes!" Alice nodded happily. No matter how elegant and noble her appearance was, the cheerfulness when she nodded was enough to make her feel silly. "It's so lively on the boat today! This is the first time I know that...
Just having a lot of people together can be so interesting..."
"It's not 'fun' to get people together all the time - but it might be a little difficult for you to understand now," Duncan said casually, "Also, keep your head in check, so you can use it when your head falls off today.
They were terrified."
"Oh..." Alice hurriedly held her head, and then seemed a little worried, "Then they...won't stop coming because of this, right?"
"This worry is unnecessary."
Alice said oh again, and then she was quiet for less than two seconds, and then asked again: "Then...can I still go to the city-state to play in the future? I didn't get to see the world well this time, but I met
…It’s such a mess, I feel dizzy…”
Duncan's eyes swept across the sea and then back to Alice: "Of course, I can ask Ai to take you to the antique store tomorrow - I still need your help there."
"Really?" Alice's eyes visibly lit up, and she looked very surprised, "I thought... we wouldn't go back to the city-state most of the time in the future. After all... you seem to have finished your work there.
?”
Duncan did not answer the other party immediately, but deliberately kept quiet for several seconds before suddenly asking: "Do you think I pay attention to Purand because there is something I have to do?"
Alice was stunned for a moment, then scratched her head belatedly: "I... don't know."
Duncan smiled, shook his head, and gently released the steering wheel in his hand.
There was a slight creaking sound from all over the Lost Home, and the spirit sail on the mast was slightly furled, and the ship entered the "cruising state" taken over by the goat head.
"We just solved the trouble caused by a group of cultists," Duncan stepped down from the bridge and walked towards the captain's cabin. He said to Alice casually, "As for Pland... I think that city-state has nothing to do with me.
Destined."
The captain walked away. Alice thought for a moment in confusion, then turned to look at the direction the other party was leaving: "...As expected of the captain, he is so profound..."
Duncan came to the door of the captain's cabin. He raised his head and saw the words "Gate of the Homeless" reflecting the dim light from the creation of the world on the door frame.
He took a gentle breath to calm himself down, and then put his hand on the doorknob.
Push it inward gently.
The hazy and twisted mist appeared in front of him. Duncan stepped forward and felt the familiar momentary weightlessness and slight dizziness. The dislocation feeling of traveling through endless time and space and arriving at the destination in an instant passed by. Then, the surroundings
calm down.
The never-ending sound of wind and waves on the boundless sea and the slight creaking of the Lost Home were gone. The salty sea breeze also quietly dissipated, and a familiar smell came from the surroundings. This smell came from the room where he had lived for many years.
Zhou Ming opened his eyes and looked at the unchanged scene in the bachelor's apartment.
As usual, the first thing he did after returning here was to confirm the general situation of the entire room, confirm whether there were any changes here after he left, confirm whether the thick fog outside the window showed signs of dissipating, and confirm that he stayed on the window and
Have the strings and scraps of paper on the windowsill been touched?
Even though he knew it was meaningless, he still regarded this series of "confirmations" as some kind of necessary task to complete.
After completing this series of confirmations, his second thing was to come to his desk.
Zhou Ming lowered his head and looked at the things on his desk calmly.
A miniature model-like city-state of Purland is quietly placed on the table.
Exquisite, restored, every detail is lifelike, maybe even every floor tile, every street lamp is exactly the same as the real Plande.
Or in other words, this is the "projection" of the real Poland in some form in his bachelor apartment.
It appears here, and everything is as expected.
The fine flames that danced and burned on the desk completed the final carving of this "collection". Now, this perfect masterpiece has been presented in front of its owner.
Zhou Ming breathed out softly, sat down slowly at the table, and looked at this exquisite "model".
Compared with the "model" of the Lost Home, the size of this "city-state" is obviously much larger, but it is obviously not proportionally scaled. It seems to be just the right size to fit into a separate grid on the shelf.
It's like it was tailor-made for that place.
In this lifelike city-state model, no residents can be seen.
It seems that the "people" living in the city-state cannot form a projection here?
Zhou Ming was thoughtful, and looked at the city-state of Puland for a long time. Finally, he breathed a sigh of relief, picked up this large "collection" with both hands, and carefully placed it not far away.
On the storage shelf.
After putting it away, he took two steps back and silently admired his new collection.
The Lost Home has left Perund, but the captain... has never left his loyal city-state.