Thanks.
A very ordinary word, but it instantly made Duncan breathe.
He was sure that there was absolutely no such word on the paper just now, and there was no trace of it being wet by hookah. It all appeared out of thin air in front of his eyes!
He stared at the mark that appeared on the paper, and the green flames gradually burned around him. His consciousness swept the entire ship in an instant to confirm whether there was anything uninvited on the ship. Guest" - but he found nothing.
Where did this word come from? Who is conveying the message to yourself? Why?
Frankly speaking, at this moment, he was a little more understanding of the feelings of those who were scared by him, such as Vanna who jumped in front of the dressing mirror in the dream, such as Tirian and Lucretia just now - —But he was just a little considerate, and he would do the same next time.
The key now is why a word suddenly appeared on this piece of paper.
Duncan frowned tightly. Suddenly, a detail came to his mind - just now, when he was talking to Tirian, he said something in a joking tone:
"If the god behind this church is watching, then he owes me a thank you."
The expression on Duncan's face became subtle. As soon as the idea came to him, his first reaction was that it was outrageous. How could such a joke be taken seriously? But after this subconscious reaction, he couldn't help but move towards this. Thinking about the direction, the more I think about it...the more I can't calm down.
He lowered his head and looked at the wet corner of the paper. After hesitating for a moment, he picked up the pen next to him and wrote a few words on the drier edge of the water mark.
"Storm Goddess?"
After he finished writing, he waited patiently, pressing the button and staring at the wet area in anticipation. As a result, the water was almost dry and he didn't get a reply.
The other party seemed to have left a message and then left - maybe he didn't read it back on purpose?
There are endless outrageous and weird ideas in Duncan's mind. He has been in this evil world for such a long time, and the level of evil at this moment is still far higher than before, so much so that he has finally tempered the mentality of Gujing Wubo and it is a bit difficult to calm down at this time. , but after waiting for a long time with no results, he slowly put down the pen in his hand and let himself calm down little by little.
After thinking on the spot for a moment, he stood up and pushed open the wooden door leading to the chart room - beside the navigation table, the goat head was staring at the foggy chart as always, and immediately turned his head when he heard the sound of opening the door.
"Is there anything unusual on the ship just now?" Duncan asked proactively before the other party could speak.
"On the ship? There is nothing unusual on the ship," the goat head was stunned for a moment, then answered subconsciously, and then seemed to notice something, "What happened? I will search the whole ship right now...·
"No, I've already checked it once. I'm just asking you for a second confirmation." Duncan waved his hand, then calmed down and decided not to mention the strange handwriting that appeared on the paper. "I just met Tirian and Lu. Cressia and the others happened to be in contact with each other.
The goat head felt that the captain's state was a bit strange at the moment, but since the other party had no intention of further explanation, it wisely did not ask. After hearing Duncan's words, it just sighed: "Many people in the world have speculated about Tirian and Lucrez. The relationship between Thea brother and sister is cold. The evidence is that Tirian works as a pirate deep in the civilized territory, while his sister is engaged in the great career of adventurous development on the civilized border. The two have never met... But now it seems that the world is in chaos. Guesses are just guesses after all.
"In my opinion, they have a pretty good relationship, especially when they face me together. The tacit understanding seems to have been cultivated since childhood. They both experienced childhood injuries caused by being beaten by their father." Duncan shook his head, "As for now they are separated. Quite far, it’s just that I chose a different path in life.
"Ah, the old father's emotion," the goat head exclaimed exaggeratedly, "are you and your son and daughter communicating smoothly?
"...I think it went well," Duncan thought for a moment and nodded slightly, "I think I have fully expressed my goodwill and have initially implanted the impression of reason and 'return of humanity' in their minds, and also
This has paved the way for future contact. At least the next time they encounter the Sea Mist, they won't have to cover each other with firepower. This is the first step towards family harmony. "
The goat head was silent for a while, which made Duncan feel strange: "Why didn't you speak this time? Don't you usually talk a lot?
The goat head said quietly: "Even if we don't cover each other's firepower, we can have a harmonious family. This is too powerful for me to evaluate.
Duncan didn't know how to answer, so he could only spread his hands wordlessly. After a moment of silence, the goat head asked: "It sounds like you are already preparing for a meeting with Tirian? Why are you suddenly saying this? Things are so positive?
"Because he once served the Frost Queen," Duncan said lightly, "and now I am a little curious about his experience.
"Is it because of Miss Alice?"
"A little bit."
Duncan said casually.
Then he shook his head, turned around and went back to the house, found the piece of paper he had just sketched on and tore off the corner that had been wet with hookah and the words appeared, and returned to the navigation table in the chart room: "I I have something to show you.
He placed the odd hexagonal pattern in front of the goat's head.
"Have you seen this thing?
The neck of the goat's head turned creakingly. It lowered its gaze and stared curiously at the pattern on the paper, then shook its head, "Never seen what this is?
"You haven't seen it?" Duncan frowned, and after confirming that Goat Head's attitude did not seem to be hiding anything, he slowly spoke. More than a century ago, several ascetics visited the Lost Home, and one of them had a Wear amulets with this pattern. "
The goat head was silent for a moment, then said softly: "Oh, that's just out of my sight."
Duncan instantly understood what the other party meant.
At that time, the goat's head was not on the Homeless Ship.
The Goat's Head was not a "crew" of the ship from the beginning. It served on the Homeless for only a century - in fact, it was only after the ship fell into the warp that it appeared on the ship. .
There are many secrets hidden behind this ship and this "first mate", and this is one of the few mysteries that Duncan slowly explored and successfully solved.
Duncan didn't speak for a while.
In fact, he has always been curious, curious about how the goat-headed man came to this ship, curious about why the other party became the "first mate" here after the real Captain Duncan went completely crazy, and... curious about the other party's relationship with the subspace. The connection between them, and the countless secrets behind it.
But it's a pity that Goathead never mentions these things. Even the few times Duncan wanted to test it a little, it changed the topic in an obviously blunt way.
This is an attitude and a hint that cannot be said, otherwise big trouble will result.
Duncan came back to his senses and put aside the various thoughts in his mind. After thinking for a while, he nodded to the goat head; "Then you can continue to be at the helm. I need to deal with some things."
"Of course, I'm always at your service!"
Duncan put away the piece of paper and turned towards his dormitory. However, he had just walked halfway when he suddenly heard the voice of the goat coming from behind:
"captain."
Duncan stopped and turned around slightly: "Huh?"
"You can always trust your loyal first mate."
Duncan didn't speak, but he nodded slightly and then walked into the room.
…
Morris tossed and turned on the bed for a long time, and finally sat up.
His wife was fast asleep next to him, her gentle snoring sounding from time to time. The glow of the world's creation shined through the window, casting a patch of night on the bedroom floor.
Everything feels like a dream, but everything is real.
Morris rarely suffers from insomnia, but since his wife's "return", he has always had trouble falling asleep, and he actually knows why.
Because of fear.
He was worried that as soon as he fell asleep, this dream-like reality would really turn into a dream. He was worried that all the strange things would happen.
The traces are just the result of one's own wishful thinking, just like praying to the subspace eleven years ago, what you get in exchange is actually an illusion that can be broken with one kill.
Because of this fear, he didn't even dare to pray to Rahim casually. In the past many years, even if he deliberately alienated the church, he never interrupted his habitual prayers in daily life. But now because he subconsciously avoids "the truth" Eye" blessing effect, he even forcibly restrained from praying.
Morris exhaled softly to wake up his somewhat groggy brain in the cold night. Then he stood up, put on some clothes, and stood silently next to the bed, looking at his wife who was sleeping peacefully.
He's been doing this a lot these past two days.
But this time, after just watching for a while, he suddenly felt a trance in his mind, and then a vague call and a vague majestic figure appeared in the depths of his mind - Morris was instantly inspired. Son, realized what was happening.
The captain is calling to himself.
The old scholar immediately took two deep breaths and woke up completely. Then he quickly walked to the utility room connected to the master bedroom. He turned on the light in the utility room, and then looked at an antique placed in the corner of the small room. Mirror.
Illusory spiritual flames were slowly floating on the edge of the mirror, and the captain's figure was emerging from it little by little.
For some reason, this scene that should have frightened ordinary people suddenly made Morris feel more at ease.
He found a "sense of reality" from the floating flames and majestic figure, just as pain can prove that he is alive, it can prove that the miracle has indeed happened, and that everything at this moment is not false.
Morris came to the antique mirror and bent down slightly: "Captain, what are your orders?"
Duncan saw Morris and the clutter behind him, and his mind immediately thought of the middle-aged social worker who secretly hid in the storage room to play games for fear of being discovered by his wife...
The next moment, he straightened his face, put aside the irrelevant associations, and spoke to Morris with a serious expression: "I need you to investigate something, which may be related to history or some kind of secret organization."
"What kind of thing is it?
"A mysterious pattern once appeared on the amulets of a group of ascetics.
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