The second floor of the antique shop is not large. There are only two rooms besides the kitchen and bathroom, one for Duncan and one for Nina. Shirley, who is staying temporarily, can obviously only sleep with Nina.
"Actually, I can sleep in the corridor..." Seeing Nina busy preparing for herself, Shirley looked a little embarrassed, "Or I can make a bunk on the ground floor..."
-Uncle Duncan has gone back to his room, here now
"That won't work," Nina said, looking up in the direction of the door.
There were only two of her and Shirley, plus "Agou" who was taking a nap next to her. "How could we let the guests sleep in the corridor, and the first floor... those on the first floor were all uncle's 'treasures'? He won’t agree.”
"His baby?" Shirley was stunned for a moment, recalling what she had seen on the first floor - she was so nervous before that she didn't even take a good look at this place, but now that she recalled it, that The building seems to be nothing more than a pile of messy junk. To say that it is the "collection" of a subspace shadow is really outrageous.
But soon she realized: here, the "Mr. Duncan" was playing just an ordinary person, and the Nina in front of her seemed to really not know that her "uncle" had other sides.
Thinking of this, Shirley had a strange expression. Under the bright light brought by the electric light, she glanced at Nina quickly and whispered: "Are you really not angry?"
Nina stopped making the bed and raised her eyebrows: "Angry? Why?"
.....I actually lied to you for a long time," Shirley whispered. She had rarely been so embarrassed and whispered in her life, but since she met "Mr. Duncan", she is becoming more and more She got used to talking in a low voice, "I only approached you because of Agou's reminder at first, but I didn't expect you to believe me so easily, or even... to simply become my 'friend'. I think you should be a little angry. "
"Nina muttered, but then shook her head quickly, "But I'm really not angry. No matter what the reason is, you at least really talked with me, went shopping and went to the museum. "
Shirley did not quite accept Nina's frank reaction. In other words, she had long been accustomed to a colder interpersonal environment. Instead, she felt particularly awkward around Nina, who always seemed to exude warmth: "You are such a cool person. weirdo."
"Really?" Nina made the bed, sat on it and turned her head slightly, "But someone seemed to have said that to me a long time ago...Why is this child so broad-minded?' I remember saying this." "
As she spoke, she waved to Shirley: "Sit up too, why are you standing there all the time?"
Shirley looked away for a moment, then hesitantly sat down next to Nina, feeling extremely strange in her heart.
She never thought that things would develop into this form.
She was stared at by a subspace shadow and had to live in the other person's "lair". She and the "family" of that subspace shadow were in the same room. Agou had been shrinking into a ball due to inexplicable fear from the beginning. She She knew how dangerous and weird the real situation at this moment was, and that it might even be just a hair away from death. However, when she opened her eyes, there were only warm lights in front of her, and a girl with a warm smile.
"The light is so bright..." As if to break the tension, or maybe just because she had nothing to say, Shirley suddenly muttered in a low voice.
"Is there no electric light where you live?" Nina was a little surprised.
"You still need to use oil lamps after dark."
"I live in...an older neighborhood, where there are no electric lights yet," Shirley said, a little embarrassed.
"..." Nina opened her mouth, feeling a little awkward in her heart, and then changed the subject stiffly, "Do you want to change into pajamas? You can wear mine. I have one from two years ago, you should put it on suitable."
".……good."
"Go to bed early today. It's your day off tomorrow. I'll walk around with you in the morning and buy you a new dress. Your skirt is burned."
"..…I have no money."
"Then consider it my gift to you."
".….good."
Duncan stood in front of the bedroom window sill, looking quietly in the direction of Block 6, his expression calming down.
The two girls had already fallen asleep next door. After going through so many things today, he didn't know if Shirley was tired, but Nina was definitely tired.
He closed his eyes slightly and looked to the side.
In the dark field of vision, two small clusters of green flames jumped up.
That was the direction of the next room, and the two clusters of flames were the "marks" he left behind. One of them came from Shirley, and the other one... pointed to Nina's direction.
Duncan still doesn't know what the ashes surrounding Nina mean, nor what secrets are buried in this city-state, nor where the "curtain" comes from, nor who is behind the scenes. Holding everything.
But he could feel that he was getting closer to the truth of eleven years ago, gradually stirring up the thick fog that covered the city-state and was condensed by some extraordinary elements.
Leaving a "mark" on Nina is a kind of insurance. This mark can allow him to detect the other party's status at the first time and serve as a location in an emergency. Moreover, if he figures out the "ashes" around Nina in the future, Whatever is going on, we can also use the power of the mark to intervene immediately. At least we can isolate Nina from the harmful supernatural forces around her.
But just having heavy insurance is not enough.
Duncan looked at his hands.
This body is still too weak and too far away from the main body. The power that the main body can convey and the power that this body can control are limited, and the dangers hidden in this city-state are likely to exceed his expectations.
He took a gentle breath and slowly closed his eyes.
The next second, Duncan, who was on the Lost Home, opened his eyes, stood up and opened the door to the captain's dormitory.
Your faithful following omission is being calibrated...."
The goat-headed voice came with almost no delay: "Oh, great captain!
"In which direction is the city-state of Pland?" Duncan glanced at the goat head and interrupted the opponent quite skillfully.
"Pupland City?!" The goat's head was caught off guard, and its hard wooden face showed a moment of astonishment, but then it reacted
Come over, his tone suddenly became unexpected and excited, "Pland City State! Human City State! The great Captain Duncan is finally going to launch a plundering expedition.
Is this?! Is this your attack target? Should we attack the port directly, or plunder the merchant ships passing by the city-state? We can also slowly corrode the city-state's offshore and gradually block its coastline. The city-state's navy may be a trouble..."
"Shut up, don't make any unnecessary arrangements," Duncan went straight to the navigation table, stretched out his hand and knocked on the table, "I just want to ask you about the direction of the city-state of Pland."
"Oh, ok, ok, as you wish - "
The goat's head's voice became a little deeper and longer, and he spoke slowly. The next second, Duncan noticed a flashing bright spot suddenly appeared on the edge of the foggy navigation chart.
"The city-state of Perund you are looking for...should not be too far off," the goat head said respectfully, "Ah, unfortunately, the navigation chart has been sleeping for too long.
This can only mark the approximate direction of Purland, and the sea conditions and landmarks along the way are still shrouded in unknown...
"It looks very far away." Duncan glanced at the bright spot in the fog, then judged the scope of the explored sea area around the Lost Home, and frowned slightly, "Sail at full speed, how long will it take to get close to the coast of Pland? ?"
"Half a month? Or maybe a month? It's actually very fast. We haven't really reached the border of civilization yet," the goat head babbled. "You can choose to let the Homeless Ship move forward at full speed in the spirit world, but this is not safe. Although the spirit world itself poses little threat to us, there are many daring people in the deep sea who may cause trouble...' '
The deep sea...
Duncan subconsciously thought of "Agou", but quickly shook his head: "Then let's sail in the real sea first and get closer to the city-state of Pland - the last one
The question is, can I avoid being discovered by the city-state?"
He looked into the eyes of the goat head.
As the "captain" of the Lost Home, his question was a bit risky this time.
Because he should have completely controlled the ship and fully understood its capabilities.
But he still asked, and he was testing his "first officer" little by little.
The obsidian-carved eyes of the goat's head showed no emotion. He just looked at each other quietly with the captain. After a few seconds of silence, he spoke as usual:... We can hide in the fog if necessary. Under certain circumstances, you can briefly dive into the reflection of the broken waves, so that at least fifteen nautical miles away from the coast, human city-states and ships cannot detect the approach of the Lost Home.
"But it won't work any closer - the sight of the gods will detect it, the cathedrals of the city-state will warn."
"This is all your experience from a century ago," Duncan said calmly, "Does it still apply now?"
"Of course," the goat head said briskly, "it's just a century - the gods will not make any progress in this century."
Duncan breathed a sigh of relief: "Very good, then let the Homeless Ship approach the city-state of Plande, and be careful to hide yourself."
"Can I ask?" Goat Head said, "...what do you want to do?"
"Just wanted to do a test," Duncan thought for a while, with a smile on his face, "to see if the wifi will be better this way."
Goat Head:...wi...what do you mean?"
"Let Ai explain it to you later?"
"No! Your loyal omission doesn't care what it means!"
