In the crew area below the deck, Shirley was sitting in her room with a gloomy look on her face, sighing at the pile of exercise books spread out on the table.
"There are so many... when can I finish writing..."
"You never finish writing if you sigh all the time," Agou muttered next to him, "and it's not much at all. It's just accumulated by procrastinating and not writing every day - Miss Alice can even be on time every day.
Would you like to complete these exercises?"
"Can her way of writing whatever comes to mind into the question be called 'complete'?" Shirley rolled her eyes immediately, then put her head on the table and muttered in a muffled voice, "I want to go ashore and play.
, I want to go shopping in the city-state, and I want to eat delicious food... Nina said that Qingfeng Port has a lot of delicious food, and there are foods from all over the world..."
However, Agou had become accustomed to Shirley's nagging many years ago. He shook his head and said unmoved in his tone: "The captain said that you can go ashore to play when you finish your homework.
"
Shirley curled her lips, then faced the exercise book on the table and thought for a moment, then suddenly rolled her eyes, with a mischievous snicker on her face, and carefully bent down and approached Agou who was lying on the floor: "
So what, why don’t you help me, these questions must be for you..."
However, as soon as Shirley said this, Agou didn't even have time to respond. A voice suddenly came from a mirror in front of the desk: "I'm watching."
Shirley suddenly let out a frustrated and exaggerated "Ah——", raised her head and looked at Agatha's figure emerging from the mirror, with an expression as if she was about to cry: "Can't you just stare at others! Why don't you care?
No matter what I do, you will appear in the mirror!"
Agatha in the mirror looked serious: "Because the captain told me to watch you do your homework."
Shirley let out a long sigh and plunged her head into the exercise book on the desk again. She rolled her face in the book several times and then suddenly raised her head again: "Then can you help me..."
Agatha did not hesitate: "No."
Shirley immediately became confused: "That's not what the story says! The story says that the magic mirror knows everything. As long as you ask the magic mirror, the mirror will tell the answer to the person who asked the question..."
Agatha frowned: "Where does this weird story come from?"
"The captain told Nina, and Nina told me."
Listening to Shirley's essentially nonsense remarks, the expression on Agatha's face suddenly turned serious. After thinking for a few seconds, she looked into Shirley's eyes and asked: "Is the captain really following this?"
Nina told a story about the 'magic mirror'?"
"Yes...yes," Shirley didn't know why the other party suddenly became serious, and she was a little nervous when she answered, "I just talked about it two days ago..."
Agatha thought very seriously, and whispered softly in her thoughts: "He arranged for me to live in the mirror on the ship... Does it turn out to have some other deep meaning..."
Shirley didn't react at all: "Um...ah?"
However, Agatha did not answer her. After thinking hard for a moment, the "gatekeeper in the mirror" raised his head and glanced at Shirley: "Which question do you not know how to answer?"
Shirley thought for a moment and pushed the exercise book forward: "...This one doesn't know how to do it."
"this?!"
"Yeah - if it's too much trouble, I can do the oral arithmetic part above..."
"Write it yourself!"
Duncan, who had just returned to the captain's cabin, raised his head in confusion, as if listening to the sound coming from the distance.
The goat head on the navigation table suddenly turned his gaze: "What's wrong with you?"
"I seem to 'hear' Agatha's voice," Duncan said casually. Of course, he didn't really "hear" anything, but the ship was constantly conveying to him the secrets of every corner of the Lost Home.
The message said, "She seems to be in Shirley's room and she is quite excited."
"Do you need to go check on the situation? Or call her over?"
"No need," Duncan shook his head, "Everyone who is responsible for watching Shirley do her homework will eventually become emotional, and this can also be regarded as a kind of tempering of the mind..."
The goat head groaned, not sure if it really understood the meaning of this complaint. Duncan silently felt the state of the Lost Home again, walked to the table, sat down, and exhaled softly.
Tone: "It's time for Shirley and Nina to go to the shore to get some air. Lucretia is about to return to Breeze Harbor, so let her give them a ride."
The goat head quietly paid attention to the captain's actions and expressions, and finally couldn't help but said: "You seem to be in a good mood?"
"Perhaps it's because I've figured out something, or maybe it's because I've let it go for the time being." Duncan raised his eyebrows, but Alice's sunny appearance appeared in his mind involuntarily, and he couldn't help but bring out the smile in the corner of his mouth.
There was a hint of a smile, then he shook his head and reached out from his arms to take out the "sketch" he had received from Lucretia.
Now that the annoyance in my mind has been cleared, it is time to study what exactly Master Tallan El drew in the manuscript he left behind after observing Vision 001.
"What is this?" Seeing Duncan's actions, the goat head immediately turned his head this way curiously, and there seemed to be a glimmer of light floating in the dark obsidian eyes.
"This is a sketch drawn by Taran El after observing the surface of Vision 001," Duncan said casually. He unfolded the paper and placed it in front of the oil lamp next to it to shine. "There may be possibilities inside."
The true appearance of the Sun's surface was hidden, but the most critical details were obliterated by Taran El himself."
The goat head was stunned for a moment, then let out an unexplained sigh: "...Oh."
"I thought you would immediately remind me of the dangers of doing this, just like you often did before," Duncan was a little surprised by the goat head's reaction. He raised his eyelids and glanced at the guy, "This time
Why don’t you nag?”
"I used to worry about your safety, but now I only worry about the safety of those who try to go against you," Goat Head immediately complimented, choosing words and sentences very skillfully, "A mere sketch will not threaten the great Captain Duncan.
Even if the true face of the ancient god is drawn on this picture, that’s all. What’s more, the person who drew the picture is just a mortal. What truth can the man named Taran El see?"
Duncan ignored the goat head, which was obviously a bunch of complimentary nonsense, and concentrated on studying the patterns on the scratch paper. However, after looking over and over for a long time, he still could not analyze anything behind the chaotic smears.
He even felt that... those lines that seemed to be just scribbling were like some kind of powerful "seal". They "covered" the original image on the paper from a mystical concept, and were not just a layer that interfered with the line of sight.
of ink.
As his thoughts were ups and downs, Duncan suddenly felt something in his heart.
A "seal" with "power"?
He lowered his head again and carefully observed the criss-crossing lines and large smear marks on the draft paper.
Master Taran El is a senior and experienced scholar, and a devout believer of Lachem, the god of wisdom... Although he has a lot of problems caused by poor work and rest, his attainments in mysticism are definitely the best.
Deep enough.
If such a great scholar really detects some extremely dangerous "factors" when observing Phenomenon 001, he will definitely try to use more "professional" methods to control the danger immediately, even if it is at that time
His sanity has begun to be affected...
The ink left on the draft paper should not be simply applied - so using conventional methods, it is never possible to see the true appearance behind the "ink".
Is this actually a "secret letter" processed with extraordinary power?
Duncan frowned slightly, a vague idea emerged from the bottom of his heart, and then he turned his head and stared at the oil lamp placed next to him.
Under his gaze, the flame in the oil lamp suddenly jumped, and then quickly became a layer of green.
The spiritual fire expanded and burned, even rising from the opening above the lampshade.
After a slight hesitation, Duncan picked up the scrap paper and placed it above the flame formed by the spiritual fire.
In just an instant, the blazing green flames swallowed up the entire piece of paper!
As expected, there is some kind of "disguise" formed by extraordinary power remaining on it.
The goat head on the side saw this scene and exclaimed: "Why did you burn it?!"
"The fire of the spirit body only burns the 'twisted' parts," Duncan looked at the fussing goat head calmly, and extinguished the blazing flames on the draft paper with a flick of his wrist. Under the flames,
The fragile manuscript paper was indeed still intact, "This is what it originally looked like."
As he spoke, Duncan brought the manuscript paper that had been "treated" by the flames to his eyes and took a look at the patterns that were re-revealed on it.
The next second, his expression suddenly froze.
The goat head immediately noticed the change in the captain's expression, and immediately turned its neck to look here with worry and curiosity. However, due to the angle, it could not see the content on the front of the piece of paper, and could only yell: "What's on that?"
?Are you okay? Then..."
Duncan finally woke up from his daze. He took his eyes away from the paper and raised his head to glance at the goat head with a strange expression: "...It's the true face of the ancient god."
Goat Head: "?!"
Duncan did not speak again, but slowly lowered his head and continued to carefully look at the picture on the draft paper - the sphere locked by double rune rings, the one shrouded in dark shadows, but the surface was covered with ferocious bloodshot and lines.
, as if he was glaring angrily...
eyeball.
The body of Vision 001 is a huge eyeball enclosed in a dark spherical shell.