Listening to these words that Morris recorded from an ancient elf narrative poem, Duncan gradually showed a thoughtful expression.
"Due to its long history and spanning the dark period before the city-state era, these sentences have been translated from ancient languages and restored and supplemented by later generations of scholars. They may not be 100% restored to the original record, but I believe they are still meaningful," Morris
He added, "It should be very helpful for us to understand the dream of creation and the current phenomenon of the 'Dream of the Nameless One'."
Duncan touched his chin and said while thinking: "Saslokar created everything in dreams, but he doesn't know what dreams are... How do you think this sentence should be understood?"
Morris thought for a while: "According to my understanding, this may refer to the difference between the perspective of gods observing the world and that of mortals, or that in the creation myth of the elves, Saslokar, the 'first dreamer'
'Some particularity - for a god wandering in a dream, maybe the boundary between dreams and reality is meaningless? For him, maybe the real world is just a dream that can be modified at any time.
And dreams can be used to replace reality at any time, so he doesn't know what dreams are..."
"This is...a more reasonable explanation," Duncan nodded slowly, "What about the following sentence?"
"As for the last two sentences, scholars among the elves actually have their own interpretations," Morris replied. "They believe that these two sentences refer to the great demon Saslokar one day learning about the 'elves' he created.
Different cognitions of the dream world, so for the first time doubts about the boundary between reality and dreams. This may be a 'crisis'. In this crisis, Sasloka almost 'wakes up', and in this uncertainty
In a stable state, he created the 'Dreamless One' among elves."
"Dreamless..." Duncan nodded slightly, "I remember that elves regard this as a birth defect."
"Yes, this is consistent with the legend - the dreamless people were born at the unstable moment of Sasloka. They are the result of the Creator's 'trance', so they are defective and cannot enter the 'Dream Paradise' throughout their lives.
,but……"
Morris paused after saying this, and then continued after a brief recollection: "But precisely because of this, in a very small number of legends, there is also a saying that Sasloka is the patron saint of the 'Dreamless' -
But this interpretation has very low recognition in elf society, even better in modern times. In ancient times, this was basically a deviant statement."
"Saslokar is the patron saint of the dreamless people..." Fanna on the side muttered, "If I guess correctly, this should have been proposed by the dreamless people who were discriminated and oppressed by society when they gathered together to warm up -
Perhaps initially it was just to find spiritual support for my own group.”
"Indeed," Morris nodded. "This theory first appeared in the Dark Ages and was spread on some 'exile islands' under the control of the elven city-states - the elves at that time believed that the 'dreamless people' were cursed.
The latter's congenital defects will cause a 'big hole' to appear in the dream world, thus attracting nightmares and heart-devouring shadows, and then exile the defective compatriots to an isolated island on the edge of the civilized world...
“In those settlements far away from the core civilization, the initial saying that ‘Sasloka is the protector of the dreamless’ appeared, and the exiles used it as support to survive the long and difficult night.
"Then, with the development of the times and the gradual expansion of the influence of the Four Gods' Faith, as well as the gradual rise of the penal colony itself, this kind of exile behavior was gradually abolished, and the 'special culture' born in the penal colony also flowed back to the elves.
The mainstream society, but it is obvious that although the mainstream society can accept the compatriots who have been exiled, it cannot accept their 'deviant' culture..."
Duncan listened silently, and in his mind could not help but connect this information with the recent abnormal events that occurred in Qingfeng Port and the clues - the information was reorganized in his mind, and vaguely, he felt that he was about to be touched.
Encountered the most critical logical chain.
But he still lacks some more effective references, some more useful intelligence...
While thinking, a familiar breath suddenly appeared in his perception.
The sound of a servant opening the door and greeting came from the direction of the foyer, followed by footsteps, and a moment later, Lucretia's figure appeared in the living room.
Lucretia was followed by the clockwork doll Runi - this clockwork doll dressed as a maid also held a particularly large cloth rabbit doll with a weird and scary style in her arms.
The next second, the weird and horrifying rabbit doll suddenly moved, and then quickly jumped from Luni's arms to the ground, making a high-pitched voice while jumping: "It's finally here, it's finally here!
The rabbi finally came to town! The rabbi is going to make a big fuss today..."
Duncan looked at the rabbit doll silently, and other eyes in the living room also fell on the strange rabbit.
The weird doll that was jumping around in the living room a second ago and announcing that it was going to make a scene stopped instantly. It slowly raised its head and confirmed the situation in the living room with its button-nailed eyes. After two or three seconds, it
Finally, I shivered, then slowly walked to the corner farthest from Duncan, sat down with a "pop", and began to pretend that I was a real rag doll.
Everything happened so fast that Nina and Shirley, who were sitting opposite Duncan, didn't even understand what was happening.
Two seconds later, Lucretia's voice finally broke the silence in the living room: "Don't worry, it is not very honest sometimes, so I rarely take it into the city."
Then she turned to Duncan and nodded with a smile: "But with you here, the Rabbi will probably be better behaved than ever."
The puppet Runi also came forward and bowed in front of Duncan: "Good day, old master."
After saying hello, the clockwork doll raised its head, seeming to be looking for something around it.
"Alice is in the kitchen," Duncan couldn't help laughing. "Go find her if you want."
Luni turned her head, checked with her hostess again, and happily left the living room after receiving permission.
Duncan's eyes then fell on Lucretia: "Is everything going well?"
"Everything went well. I have already found Sarah Meyer, and then went back to the Brilliant Star to mention what happened here to Tirian..."
Listening to Lucretia's account of her actions today, Duncan nodded slightly, and then took a long breath.
"Okay, I already understand the basic situation, so now that everyone is here...it's time to tell you what I found here."
Everyone in the living room immediately subconsciously adjusted their sitting postures, and even Shirley, who had been dozing off just now, suddenly became energetic.
Because they heard something different in the captain's tone.
Duncan did not show off, he quickly told the situation he currently knew, especially the speculation about the "goat head".
However, he did not talk too much about the "details" of what is currently wrong on the Homeless Ship - because this part of the content can only increase the uneasiness of others, and it is of no benefit at this stage to solving the changes in Qingfeng Port.
The mere conjecture that there might be a connection between the Goat's Head and Sasloka was enough to plunge the entire living room into a dead silence.
After Duncan finished explaining the general situation, no one spoke for a long time.
Everyone looked at each other in astonishment until Nina broke the silence: "That goat head that keeps talking all day long...may be related to the 'Great Demon Sasloka' in the elven legend? Isn't this a bit..."
"An outrageous conjecture, but there seem to be some clues pointing in this direction," Duncan said with a serious expression. "The Goat Head itself is not clear about its origins, and the Homeless Ship sailed in the fog with a strange atmosphere.
It happened to appear at midnight when the Dream of the Nameless One had the strongest influence, and the words "May He linger in the dream" were written on the door of the captain's cabin of that ship - this sentence is obviously connected with the ancient legend of the elves.
, coupled with the strange state of the suspicious 'goat head' on the ship and its strange reaction when it mentioned Silantis... all this cannot be a coincidence."
Lucretia's expression changed rapidly, and a strange solemnity and uneasiness appeared in her eyes. She couldn't help but look at her father a few more times, and then hesitantly said: "Goat head... I remember you said, it is
Existences from subspace... Not to mention why the 'God of Creation' in the ancient elven legends turned into that way, even if the goat head is really related to 'Saslokar', how could the Lost Home Number be like that?
…”
She paused, as if she couldn't find the right words to continue speaking, and after a few seconds she continued: "How does the Lost Home have anything to do with all of this?"
Duncan sensed the source of Lucretia's uneasiness.
She was talking about the Lost Home - but all her nervousness seemed to fall on herself.
"Don't be afraid, Lucy, everything is not out of control," Duncan said slowly, his voice was steady, as if it had reassuring power, "There are so many secrets in subspace, even I can't explain it.
How much impact has it had on the Lost Home, but one thing is certain: as long as I still have humanity, the ship will not lose control again, and I am sober now."
"Yes, yes," Shirley said quickly. She was nervous about the shocking information she just heard. When she heard Duncan's words, she immediately said as if to strengthen her courage, "There is a captain."
Well, there will be no problem with that ship, the captain is knowledgeable about human nature..."
Duncan: "...?"
The surrounding eyes instantly focused on Shirley, but the latter had not yet reacted and was still saying: "The Lost Home is usually a bit weird, but..."
Agou finally emerged from the shadow next to the sofa and patted Shirley on the head with his paw: "Shut up!"