Pigeon tilted his head, probably feeling that Duncan didn't hear clearly, and quickly repeated it again, louder than before: "Ai Yi!"
Duncan finally understood what the bird meant: "You mean, your name is Ai?"
Pigeon nodded proudly and paced back and forth on the desk: "Gu Gu!"
Duncan couldn't help but rub his eyebrows. He always felt that communicating with this bird was weirder than communicating with a goat head, and this was mainly because of the elusive language style of the pigeon: "Do you know how you were born? Or...how did you appear here?"
Pigeon thought for a while, and looked at different directions with his two eyes at the same time: "Oh, the page is gone, try refreshing it?"
Duncan: "..."
He found that he could not understand what the bird was thinking at all, and he was not even sure whether the sentences it suddenly popped out were related to the current topic.
But he was absolutely certain that this bird was thinking, and was communicating with himself very...seriously.
But it obviously has its own understanding of "communication".
Duncan chatted a few more words with the pigeon who called himself "Ai". The result was that their conversations always maintained the frequency of parallel lines. Basically, they were talking about their own things. To say it was related, I really couldn't see where the intersection was. , To say it has nothing to do with it, this pigeon answers all questions...and occasionally there are one or two sentences that seem to answer Duncan's questions.
There was not much progress in the exchange at the end. Duncan could only frown and mutter: "What kind of evil thing is this..."
He felt that it would take him a long time to establish normal communication with the bird. This process might even be more difficult than adjusting to the noisy goat head.
The pigeon was squatting on the table opposite him, blinking its little eyes innocently, and occasionally asking it for 50.
Duncan didn't pay attention to the bird's murmur. Instead, he curled his fingers and rubbed them gently, watching the green flames on his fingertips jumping in the air. He was certain of at least one thing - the brass compass was no longer the same as the pigeon in front of him. Integrated into one, but in essence, it is still an "abnormal object" that can be controlled by oneself.
The green spiritual fire rose up, and green flames rose up from the gaps between the feathers of the pigeon "Ai Yi" almost at the same time. The brass compass hanging on its chest popped open with a "snap", and the transparent glass Under the shell, the slightly illusory pointer is gradually stabilizing with Duncan's will, and the dial depicting many mysterious symbols is gradually filled with flames.
Ayie didn't react the whole time, just bathing in the spiritual fire quite naturally, as if waiting for Duncan's order.
Duncan took the initiative to disperse the flames before the Brass Compass was fully ignited.
During the test, Duncan was silently summarizing:
"The compass can still be used...it just has a weird 'medium' added. It's not yet certain what role this pigeon will have. It may be some kind of help...
“The details of this compass are still unknown, so it’s best not to do a second ‘shuttle’ until you’re ready...Always pay attention to the changes in the compass and the pigeons the next time you test.
"There is a connection between the pigeon and me. When the spiritual fire is stimulated, this connection will become more obvious. We can even directly control where the pigeon appears to a certain extent... but the control can only go as far as This step...
"'Ai' obviously has its own will and will act according to its own ideas. The instructions given to it may not always be carried out. This is different from other 'objects' on the Lost Home.
"It can speak, has certain thinking ability, and can independently judge problems... Compared with ordinary abnormal objects, the nature of this pigeon seems to be closer to that of a goat's head..."
Duncan summarized some of the currently known information in his mind, and finally his eyes fell on the obsidian knife.
The blade is like a dry and twisted finger, and the blade is black and reflective.
This is exactly what the black-robed priest who wore a golden sun mask and presided over evil sacrificial rituals in the sewer assembly hall once held. Judging from its purpose, this should be a "ritual blade".
Duncan arrived at the gathering place suspected to be located underground in the "Pland City State" through spiritual projection. When he returned, he also returned spiritually. He originally thought that this process should be entirely spiritual or soul-level, but now this ritual knife Really put it in front of yourself.
After thinking for a moment, Duncan reached out and picked up the knife.
The cold and hard touch is real. This is a real object.
Duncan released some more spiritual fire, letting the flames wrap around the blade. Judging from the empty feedback, the extraordinary power once contained in this ritual knife had indeed dissipated.
Just as he had judged at the sacrifice site before, this thing was not a real "abnormal object", but should be an extension of some extraordinary power, or a temporary item "infused" artificially.
Although Duncan didn't know what kind of system the "abnormal objects" in this world had, he guessed that this knife shouldn't be considered a very rare item. At least... it looked like it was mass-produced.
"Is this what you brought back?" He raised his head, looked at Ai Yi who was resting on the table, and raised the obsidian knife in his hand, "And is it specially given to me?"
The pigeon stared directly at Duncan with its small red eyes, motionless and unresponsive to the question.
Duncan: "...?"
He asked again, but the pigeon still didn't move at all, as if it suddenly turned into a lifeless sculpture.
The sudden abnormal change made Duncan frown slightly, but just when he was about to use the spiritual flame to stimulate Ai to see if he could forcefully wake it up, the bird suddenly came to life again and jumped on the spot. After a few clicks, he shouted loudly: "Take this solar tomahawk, take this solar tomahawk, take this..."
"Okay, okay, I understand. You don't have to answer every question I just asked." Duncan waved his hand quickly, forcing the pigeon to quiet down while organizing his words, "Then you know what you are doing. Did you bring this knife here? In other words, you can bring the 'real object' with you when you travel, is that right?"
Pigeon pondered for a moment, lowered his head and pecked Duncan's finger: "Everything is off, and everything is free of charge."
Duncan: "I...just pretend to understand."
He sighed, feeling that this was the limit of his communication with this bird.
Then he stood up from the desk and looked in the direction of the chart room.
Goathead and Alice were still outside, and the cordial and friendly exchange continued.
The doll lady had not made a sound for a long time, and the goat head had just begun to tell the seventeenth way to make kelp stew.
Duncan felt that he had to rescue his only (and actually the most normal) crew member.
On the other hand, he stayed in the dormitory for too long and made some unusual noises. He felt that he needed to go out and show his face to make the goat head feel at ease.
But before leaving, he still glanced hesitantly at Ai, who was running around on the table.
Do you want to take this pigeon out too? How to explain that he was taken out?
Duncan only hesitated for two seconds before decisively grabbing the pigeon and putting it on his shoulder.
He will be active on the Lost Home for a long time, and this pigeon will definitely follow him for a long time in the foreseeable future. It is not yet known what the living habits of this bird are, but as a "pigeon" with the ability to think and communicate "Abnormal", it is probably difficult to hide somewhere like a dead object.
There is an extra "occupant" on the ship. This is something that cannot be hidden. If it is hidden now, once it is exposed in the future, it will greatly damage the image of "Captain Duncan".
So he might as well take the pigeon out openly and call it his new "trophy" - he doesn't need to explain anything to the goat head, and the captain doesn't need to explain to the first mate.
The first mate will figure it out.
As for the strange words that this pigeon says from time to time (which must be incomprehensible to local people in this world)... there is no need to explain them.
Let Goathead and Alice figure it out on their own.
Carrying the fat pigeon on his shoulders, Duncan stood up, straightened his appearance and posture, and walked calmly towards the chart room.
The pigeon puffed up its chest proudly and shouted as if to declare: "Authentic good herbal tea, authentic good voice, welcome to watch by..."
