After listening to Taran El's lengthy explanation, Duncan thought for a long time.
There is no doubt that these ancient legends of elves are special and even unique in this world, for no other reason than because of their completeness.
In the Deep Sea Age after the Great Annihilation, the old world collapsed and subverted, new civilizations were reshaped, and exchanges between city-states were cut off for a long time. Coupled with various impacts of the dark age, this resulted in the fragmentation of the historical records of almost all city-states in the boundless sea.
The race has preserved almost no intact heritage.
The belief in the Four Gods, which only appeared after the Deep Sea Age began, developed rapidly under the circumstances where the inheritance of each city-state was cut off and the mythology was blank.
However, here in the elves, the ancient myths have been preserved and inherited. Even today, when the belief in the Four Gods covers the entire world and the old belief system is denounced as heresy, these things are still preserved - limited by population, the city-states occupied by the elves
There is only a small part of the entire boundless sea, and the distribution is extremely scattered, but even in this limited and scattered elven city-state, their culture, customs and mythology system are still consistent.
And the reason why they can do this is just "longevity"?
"Such a complete mythological system...may really reveal some truths before the arrival of the Great Annihilation." Duncan whispered as if talking to himself.
"Many scholars have always believed this. Elves are the only race that retains a complete old belief system. Although many of our ancient classics have been 'contaminated', the myths and stories we pass down orally... are generally still intact.
Maintaining their original appearance," Taran El said, spreading his hands helplessly, "But even so, we can only study them as 'stories' and cannot directly use them as historical data before the Great Annihilation."
Duncan frowned, and some of the words Morris said to him a long time ago came to mind involuntarily: "...because of the huge contradictions between history and reality."
"Yes, every scholar who tries to trace the Great Annihilation will face the cruel blow of 'contradiction'," Taran Ayre sighed, "We feel this the most. The more complete the elves' mythological system, the more
It is impossible to explain what the world looks like today, and the biggest contradiction is that...in the process of Sasloka creating the world, there was no place for humans and Sen'jin."
Duncan didn't speak, he just thought seriously.
Taran Ayre continued: "Not only the legend of Sasloka's creation, but also in some of our other less complete legends, when it comes to descriptions of the world, there is no mention of 'human beings' at all.
You should understand that this is not normal."
Duncan nodded slowly, but for some reason, what came to his mind at this moment was another picture he had seen before——
Moon.
He looked up and looked out the window. Pale golden "sunshine" filled the sea. Between the distant waves, a luminous boundary like a cliff could be vaguely seen across the sea.
That is the fallen object that Lucretia picked up from the "border", and that is the location of the "mysterious stone ball".
"Do you want to go take a look at that thing?" Lucretia immediately noticed Duncan's gaze and immediately spoke proactively, "There is a temporary research facility established by Qingfeng Port over there. I have already contacted you there.
After saying hello to the people, they can evacuate the irrelevant personnel from the core area."
Duncan hesitated for a moment and nodded slightly: "Go ahead and make arrangements. That's why I'm here."
"Okay, I'll contact the research facility first and ask them to evacuate the people."
Lucretia responded, then stood up and left the room.
Shortly after she left, Duncan noticed that the Brilliant Star slowly turned its bow and began to sail towards the huge luminous body in the distance.
For a while, only Duncan and the elf scholar were left in the room. After a moment of silence, Taran El became visibly nervous and nervous again.
But fortunately, his embarrassment did not last long this time - Duncan took the initiative to break the silence before the awkward atmosphere brewed again: "I heard that you tried to observe the surface of Anomaly 001 when the sun went out?"
"Yes," Taran El put his hands on the table a little nervously, twiddling his thumbs, "and Ms. Lucretia always thinks that my deep sleep is related to observing the sun, although I don't think it is.
So what happened..."
"What did you see?" Duncan asked again.
"...I recorded the scene at that time. The piece of paper is now in Ms. Lucretia's hand, but many of its key details have been obliterated - I obliterated it myself, but I don't remember it. Are you interested?
If so, later..."
As soon as Taran El was halfway through speaking, the door to the reception room was opened, and Lucretia, who had just left not long ago, returned to the room: "That piece of paper is in my hand."
With that said, she stepped back to the table, took out the crumpled piece of draft paper from her arms and said to Duncan: "I temporarily handed over the ship to Rabbi to steer it - it is another of my 'crew'
.This is the sketch that Master Al made at that time, you can take a look."
Duncan immediately took the draft paper handed over with a serious expression, flattened it on the table, and glanced at the rough patterns drawn on it.
However, at first glance, he thought it was just a bunch of meaningless lines - except for the circular outline on the edge, which showed that it was indeed the pattern of Vision 001, the severe smearing inside the circle was almost completely
Destroying its original true structure.
But after carefully distinguishing it for a while, he felt a vague sense of familiarity behind those messy painted lines.
It was as if deep within those smear marks, there was something he had seen before, something that was even impressive to him.
Duncan frowned, and after looking carefully for a long time, he raised his head and looked at Taran Ayre: "You can't remember it at all?"
"I can't remember it at all," Taran El said awkwardly. "My mind automatically erased that part of the memory. I thought... that must be very dangerous information."
"The paper itself does not carry any pollution, but hastily restoring its 'real version' may bring danger," Lucretia added next to it, "I originally planned to give it to Qingfeng Port
Scholars, but after realizing the risks involved, I think it is more appropriate to leave it to you."
"Very good," Duncan breathed out softly, a smile suddenly appeared on his face, "Have you begun to rebuild your trust in me?"
Lucretia suddenly became a little nervous: "...I just think...you are more suitable...Of course, I trust you. My brother said that you now..."
"No need to say more, Lucy," Duncan smiled and shook his head, then solemnly put the piece of paper away, "I will take it back first, and then I will find a way to reveal its secrets -
—If there is any progress, I will notify you as soon as possible."
Lucretia seemed relieved, and even... looked a little happy.
Duncan said nothing more. After putting away the scrap paper, he stood up and went to the window, quietly looking at the undulating sea outside and the piece of "sunlight" that was gradually approaching from the corner of the porthole.
…
After a not too long voyage, the Brilliant Star gradually approached the "luminous falling object" floating on the sea near Qingfeng Port.
Now, the ship is passing by the temporary port.
Duncan came to the bow deck and watched the magnificent golden light expanding in his field of vision like a cliff reaching the sky.
This was the first time he had personally seen this "falling object" that had only existed in Tirian's description before, and it was at such a close distance - brought about by the oppressive feeling of the giant object approaching and the light curtain that was difficult to distinguish between reality and illusion.
The mysterious feeling was so intertwined that he even felt suffocated for a moment.
He could fully imagine how much impact Lucrecia had on the elves here when she dragged this thing to the vicinity of Breeze Harbor.
But now, the elves have obviously adapted to this "neighbor".
"This port is the 'research facility' you mentioned before?" Duncan raised his arm, pointed at the temporary floating port on the nearby sea, and asked Lucretia beside him.
"Yes," Lucretia nodded, "Because we were worried that something in the 'falling objects' might be dangerous, we conducted all research work at sea, and Master Taran El is the port.
One of the main people in charge. In addition, there is also a small permanent station in the central area of the falling object, but now the people there have withdrawn. "
"It's understandable - after all, not everyone can adapt to close contact with a 'subspace shadow'," Duncan laughed. "That Mr. Taran El has already performed very well."
When Lucretia heard this, she hurriedly explained: "Actually, that's not entirely true. What you look like now...I mean after you calm down the flames, you are actually not much different from ordinary people. Most people don't recognize your face.
...I am mainly worried that irrelevant people will disturb you..."
"It's okay, don't be so nervous all the time," Duncan smiled and waved his hand, "It's normal for some people to be scared. I'm used to it."
Lucretia nodded quickly, then raised her gaze and glanced at the huge wall of light that was approaching, and said, "We are ready to enter the interior of the light body. We must sail carefully next. I have to take the helm myself."
"Well, go ahead."
Lucretia nodded, then suddenly turned into countless flying colorful pieces of paper, spiraling towards the bridge.
Duncan looked at this scene in amazement. This was the first time he saw Lucretia's wonderful power. Seeing the pieces of paper flying in front of his eyes, he reached out and grabbed a piece, and looked at it curiously.
The next second, he heard a cry of surprise from the air, and then the pieces of paper that flew out suddenly reunited into Lucretia's appearance.
Miss Witch fell on the deck in a state of disgrace.