The moment Lucretia took the small hairpin, Duncan felt a part of him "deep in his heart" suddenly relax.
It was a corner that was difficult to detect, a feeling that could not be described in words, as if a mission that had been delayed for a long time was finally completed, even if the body had forgotten what the mission was and what it was engraved in the soul.
The thoughts inside still let out a sigh.
"I hope you like it," Duncan was silent for a moment and said softly, "I don't remember a lot of things, but I remember that this hairpin is for you."
"I heard what Tyrion said," Lucretia nodded. At some point, she felt that the hesitation and anxiety that had plagued her for many days had dissipated - even though she had communicated with her father through the crystal ball before.
I have contacted him, but it turns out that only seeing him in person in the real world can dispel those worries, "No matter what, it would be great if you could return to 'this side'."
Duncan nodded, and then turned his gaze to the elf scholar who was standing not far away and had been trying to reduce his presence since just now.
"Master Taran El," he said with a faint smile on his face, trying to sound approachable, "now that we meet again in reality - I'm glad to see you are safe, I have a lot to worry about.
I need to talk to you."
"Don't... don't talk about master, you are too polite," Taran El quickly waved his hand, "just call me by my name. I have admired you for a long time, the great explorer Captain Duncan, uh,
I mean when you are still alive...when you are alive...when you are still a human being...I will..."
Duncan looked at the elf scholar silently, while Lucretia silently pulled out a "short staff" like a magic wand and pointed at Taran El's nose.
"Frog or snake?" She said the dangerous content in a calm tone.
Taran El instantly raised his hands and looked at Duncan with a sad face: "I want to say that I admired your reputation a century ago, but unfortunately I have never had the opportunity to meet you..."
Duncan didn't expect that the elf scholar's character would be so interesting, so he couldn't help laughing: "Is this true?"
"Of course," Taran El said seriously, "As a scholar who is very interested in borders, I have always hoped to make more friends with those real explorers, and learn about things beyond the borders of civilization from their mouths, and even yearn for it.
I hope I can sail far away in person to explore that magnificent thick fog barrier - unfortunately I am destined to be unable to complete such a great journey..."
"It doesn't matter, now you have a chance to 'make friends' with me," Duncan nodded, and then he seemed to suddenly remember something, turned to Lucretia and said, "Ah, by the way, there is another thing for you.
your."
Lucretia didn't react for a moment, but then, she saw Duncan raise his hand to wave - the flame door that appeared on the deck out of thin air had not disappeared, and at this moment, it suddenly appeared with Duncan's movements.
Expansion occurred, and a cavity seemed to be formed in the rotating flames. After an instant of deflagration and subsidence, a huge wooden box appeared on the deck.
There is also a fat pigeon with white feathers and fluffy body standing on the box.
Ai tilted his head, looking at Lucretia with one eye and looking at an unknown place with the other eye: "Dear, please collect it by express delivery and give it a five-star review."
Lucretia stared at this scene in a daze, wondering what happened to the pigeon, and then noticed a metal nameplate on the side of the wooden box.
"The spiritual lens Tirian prepared for you - the highest quality," Duncan pointed at the box, "You won't forget it, right?"
"Ah, I... didn't forget," Lucretia's eyes drifted to the side and she said a little guiltily. Then she abruptly changed the subject and pointed at the pigeon strutting on the box, "This is me.
The 'Ai' that brother mentioned? What was the 'five-star rating' it just mentioned?"
"Don't worry, most people can't understand this pigeon's way of talking." Duncan waved his hand, asked Ai to fall on his shoulder, and then motioned for Lucretia to lead the way, "Put the lens on the deck first.
, you can handle it yourself later, let’s find a place where we can talk things over first.”
"good."
Under the leadership of Lucretia, Duncan and Taran El came to a "reception room" located on the middle deck.
This is an upper cabin with spacious windows, close to the side of the ship. Through the window, visitors can see the power structure on the side of the Brilliant Star, and they can also see the shadowy shape of the ship, which is like a spirit body, as if it is forever shrouded.
Ship stern structure in the fog.
Duncan came to the window and looked at the "scenery" outside the window with some curiosity. He observed this "cursed ship" which had a different style from the Lost Home but had the same weird atmosphere. He paid special attention to its ghost.
The kingdom-like stern part, it took a long time to sigh: "This ship is completely different from the Sea Mist."
Hearing Duncan's unintentional "comment", Lucretia looked a little uneasy: "It has been a long time, and both the Sea Mist and the Brilliant Star... are very different from your original design.
.In order to survive on the 'border', I made many bold modifications to this ship. You won't be angry, right?"
"There should be some changes. Change is a good thing," Duncan laughed. "The Homeless Ship has also changed a lot. If you go up and take a look, you will be surprised by its internal state."
Embark on the Lost Home?
Lucretia was in a daze for a moment, perhaps recalling the long past, or perhaps thinking of her brother who had boarded the Lost Home several times and contacted her from time to time to scare her brother.
But she quickly came to her senses and nodded to Duncan: "I...will go."
Then she raised her head again, raised her voice slightly and said to the door: "Luni, you can come in."
The door to the room opened, and under Duncan's slightly curious gaze, a clockwork doll whose appearance was roughly similar to Lucretia's, but whose entire body was made of metal, ceramics and leather, was pushed with drinks and snacks.
The car came in.
Accompanied by the faint sound of gears turning, the clockwork doll came to the reception table and bowed slightly to Duncan: "Nice to meet you, old master."
"Are you Luni?" Duncan couldn't help but take a closer look at this wonderful doll. "I found your 'sister' Nielu in Pland's doll store - frankly speaking, the difference between you two is really great.
big."
"When you first met me, I was just a three-pointed doll." Luni lowered her head politely, and there were constant slight ticking and clicking sounds in her body, "Of course, then
At that time, I could not think or speak, but it was the mistress who gave me life."
"...incredible technology," Duncan looked at Lucretia, "but now there is a 'doll' on my ship that can talk and think. Maybe Luni can be friends with her."
"I know, my brother told me about Anomaly 099," Lucretia nodded and said, "Luni is indeed very curious about Miss Alice, but... is she really safe?"
"Exceptionally safe," Duncan waved his hand, "She is the safest on the entire ship of the Lost Home. Even a bucket there can be beaten better than her..."
Lucretia: "...?"
Miss Witch finally began to vaguely realize what her father meant when he just said, "The Lost Home Number has also changed a lot"...
At this time, Duncan finally focused on Taran El.
Under the uneasy gaze of the elf scholar, he adjusted his sitting position and asked seriously: "Does the term 'Dream of the Nameless One' exist in your elf legends or traditional belief systems?"
Taran El was startled when he heard this: "The Dream of the Nameless One?"
Immediately afterwards, he suddenly realized: "You are referring to the dream I fell into before? You mean... that dream has a name, called 'The Dream of the Nameless One'?"
"If the information is correct, it is this name."
Duncan gave an affirmative answer, and then he told the two people in front of him all the information he had obtained from a group of cultists through "some tricks", including the role that the group of final preachers might play in the dark, and
Including some of his own rough guesses and previous discussions with Agatha, without reservation.
During Duncan's narration, Taran El unknowingly forgot how nervous and awkward he was at the beginning, and gradually became engrossed. Even Lucretia next to him leaned forward slightly, his face
From time to time he looked thoughtful.
For scholars who are obsessed with research, these information obtained from heresies sound dangerous but tempting. They may have a close relationship with those sinful heresies, but behind them... they seem to vaguely point to certain knowledge and secrets.
.
When Duncan finally finished speaking, the room became very quiet for a while. The two scholars present fell into thinking at the same time. After an unknown amount of time, Lucretia was the first to break the silence: "Is this information reliable? Ah.
, I’m not doubting you, but those cultists are usually very cunning, and even experts in dealing with heretics such as church inquisitors often have to work hard to pry things out of those guys’ mouths..."
"Reliable," Duncan said with confidence, "I used some very effective investigative techniques - ah, you want to know the specific process?"
Lucretia and Taran El were stunned for a moment, and shook their heads at the same time without thinking.
"...Okay," Duncan felt a little regretful, "So what do you think now? Mr. Taran Ayre, do you have any guesses about this so-called 'Dream of the Nameless One'?"
Taran El thought carefully, and after a few seconds he spoke carefully: "There is no such word in the various elven legends and traditional beliefs. At least I can be sure that this word is not in the elven language, but if
If we simply discuss the concept of 'dream'... our species does have many stories related to it."
Duncan was immediately interested: "Oh?"
"Have you ever heard of...the Great Demon Saslokar?"