When a storm comes, mortals will scatter in all directions due to the roar of thunder - but the thunder itself does not care about the attitude of mortals. Its roar is only due to its own existence, just like the existence of the Homeless Ship, itself is enough
Interfering with the order of the entire boundless sea.
Under this premise, it is meaningless to consider whether "Captain Duncan" would care about being regarded as a heretic by the mortal church. This overestimates the influence of earthly beings on the subspace shadow - and think about it from another angle.
It seems that the image of the Lost Home itself in the eyes of the civilized world is not much better than that of a "heretic"...
"I will discuss this matter with the three Popes Helena, Banster and Frame," Luen said to Morris. "There will definitely be voices of doubt and panic among the bishops, but the four of us
Attitudes should soon be unified - no matter the source, at least the 'warning' itself needs to be taken seriously."
"I knew you would look at this matter rationally," Morris said with a hint of relaxation in his voice, "You are still the same as before."
"You are completely different from what you were back then, Maurice," Luen said with a sigh in his tone. "When I heard that you had fallen into a trough, many people sighed with regret. I didn't expect that you would bounce back so quickly. What's more,
I didn't expect that you would cheer up...to actually become a member of the Lost Home. To be honest, there are very few things that have shocked me in these thousands of years, and this is the most shocking thing.
"
"Life on the ship is actually pretty good - it can even be said to be better than in the city-state. Although life at sea brings some troubles, here, I see new things almost every day and deal with all kinds of things that I have never heard of before...
…”
"You sound like a 'crewman' who is proud of your ship now," Luen couldn't help but say, "I'm really curious, what exactly are you doing on that ship?"
Morris was silent for half a minute.
Many things came to his mind - giving lessons to deep demons, cursed dolls and devil contractors, racing in the spirit world, eating offspring of the deep sea, reading with the fragments of the sun, watching the latter cook various kinds of things from books every day
The heretical filth that escaped...
"...Positive and healthy academic research." Morris said seriously.
"Oh, it sounds good," Lu En nodded, but couldn't help but remind him, "But I still want to say that you should be more vigilant. Maybe as you said, that 'Captain Duncan' has really regained his
Human nature, but as a mortal, living on the Lost Home and living with a subspace shadow day and night is a dangerous thing in itself. You should be cautious about contacting all unknown things to avoid affecting your spirit and cognition..."
"Thank you for the reminder, teacher, but please rest assured, you know that I have always been a cautious student - even when I was conducting the most dangerous research in the academy, I would definitely be fully prepared and never
There was an accident.”
Lu En, who had returned to his desk and sat down, fell silent upon hearing this.
The old elf couldn't help but recall the time when Morris was studying at the Academy of Truth many years ago.
Cautious... There are indeed many cautious students in the academy, but everyone does not have the same understanding of this word.
There is a kind of student who, when seeing a dangerous classic, will immediately try to isolate the book and seal it away, staying away from it and not touching it. This is called caution.
There is also a kind of student who, when exposed to forbidden knowledge, will immediately drink half a kilogram of mixed magic potion, wear amulets all over his body, and then prepare three pistols of the largest caliber - they also call this caution.
The second type of students have a high chance of dying suddenly, but as long as they survive, they will often achieve great achievements. The most outstanding legendary scholars of the Academy of Truth are often like this.
But even among the most legendary group of people, none of them could reach the level of chatting and laughing with a warp evil god aboard the Lost Home.
After a long period of silence, the old elf behind the desk finally broke the silence softly: "Maurice..."
"Teacher, tell me."
"...You are doing great things."
"Thank you for your expectation."
"No, what I mean is that if one day the trap you are digging is too big, you must tell me in advance. I will help if you can, or if you can't help me, I can run away in advance."
"..."
The connection established by psychic communication was disconnected, and the resonance between the thinking and perception levels also receded like a tide. Rune narrowed his eyes slightly, feeling the departure of his former apprentice, until he confirmed that Morris' consciousness was safe.
After leaving the spiritual energy channel, he completely relaxed.
And a weak, strange noise, like countless people whispering in low voices, still lingered in his mind, and it took a long time to gradually dissipate.
Feeling the impact of the noise on his mind, Lu En couldn't help but sigh softly.
"... Permanently on the edge of madness, but still maintaining sanity... This is really an incredible situation. Is this also the influence of the 'captain'?"
Talking softly to himself, this old elf, who was perhaps the most knowledgeable among mortals, shook his head, and then sat quietly at the desk, as if waiting for someone to visit.
He didn't wait long.
The illusory and fuzzy sound of the waves suddenly appeared in his mind, and gradually merged into clear and continuous waves, followed by calls of fire and death. Lu En sighed at these calls, and then glanced at the table next to him, which was still reacting.
The alchemy container, confirming that there is enough remaining material in the container, then gradually sinks his mind——
This study is the "ceremonial venue" where he holds psychic communication rituals. All the simple and solemn bookshelves, classics and alchemy devices on the desk are all items needed to perform the ritual.
Darkness surged up, and then dispersed like fog. At the end of the deep and dark passage, the figures of the three popes of the Deep Sea, Death, and the Bringer of Fire emerged.
Lu En walked through the passage and came to the three old friends. He greeted them with a slight nod and said proactively before they could speak: "It seems that you have also received the news."
"Banster and I each received a message from the saint under our command," Deep Sea Pope Helena said, while pointing at the silent and tall figure opposite her, "Frem just arrived, and we just had time.
Tell him the general situation."
The tall figure known as Frame nodded slightly.
He is the leader of the Fire Bearers and the spokesperson of the eternal burning fire "Tarijin" in the world. In appearance, he is perhaps the most eye-catching of the four Popes - an unusually tall body, as gray and strong as a rock.
His skin and the metallic texture on its surface illustrate his race.
He is a strong Sen'jin man, wearing a dark gold robe that represents the identity of the Firebringer Pope. He has short gray hair and an angular face. He looks taciturn and extremely serious.
In the past period of time, the fire-bringer pope has been patrolling the borders of the civilized world with his patrol fleet and rarely participated in gatherings among the four. This is his first appearance in recent times.
"I haven't fully understood the situation yet," Frame said, his voice as deep as if it was coming from stone, "I haven't yet had a saint abducted onto that ship."
When Helena heard this, she frowned strangely and said in a low voice: "Our saint was not abducted..."
"They contacted Captain Duncan, they were wary of Captain Duncan, they agreed with Captain Duncan, and they joined Captain Duncan," Frame glanced at Helena, his face still looking like a stone, "I think they turned up.
"
Helena: "..."
Seeing this, the tall and thin Pope of Death, Banster, with an old face, coughed twice: "This is not the first day you have met Frame. He has always been like this."
"...Okay," Helena was speechless for a moment and nodded slowly, "We are not here to discuss the matter of 'saints being abducted aboard' today. What we are going to discuss is the warning from the Homeless Ship.
.”
Lu En raised his head: "Do you have anything to ask?"
"Yes," Helena said immediately, her eyes falling on Rune, "I want to know what is going on with those huge biological organizations below the city-state? From the description, that thing very much looks like it is supporting a church.
The 'Leviathan' beast of the Ark...are they the same thing?"
"The four church arks were all built by the Academy of Truth, including the technology to 'resurrection' and control Leviathan, which was also developed by you," Banst also looked at Rune and said, "But you have never revealed that you
Where on earth were the 'corpses' of those 'Leviathans' found, let alone the connection between those Leviathan beasts and the underlying structure of the city-state... We have reason to believe that the Academy of Truth holds some special '
the truth'."
Frame did not speak, but kept his face like a stone sculpture, looking calmly into Rune's eyes.
However, facing these three stressful looks, Lu En just calmly spread his hands.
"I don't know what is under the city-state either."
"You don't know?" Helena opened her eyes slightly, "The Academy of Truth 'resurrected' four Leviathan, but you said you don't know what happened to the 'Leviathan' at the bottom of the city-state?"
But Rune just calmly asked back: "The storm goddess Gemona is the Queen of Leviathan - as the favored one of the storm goddess, do you know more than me?"
Helena frowned but did not speak.
"I believe you should have tried to ask the Leviathan beast that carries the Storm Cathedral, but it must not be able to give you any answer - because even they themselves do not know the affairs of their own species."
Rune sighed and shook his head slightly.
"The history of our world has been shattered. Even the behemoths from ancient times cannot clearly recall what happened before the Great Annihilation. Did you know that 'Captain Duncan' even gave this phenomenon a name?
name……
“He called it the ‘horizon limit’ in the time dimension.”