As night fell, Morris was called to the captain's cabin.
Duncan sat behind the chart table with a serious look on his face, and there were many messy books piled on the table at his hand - all books that had been brought to the ship from Pland and Frost, and some from the Sea Fog Fleet. Got the books.
After confirming the "harmless" nature of reading at sea, the ship's collection of books has been growing.
Morris glanced at the table and found that the books were classified into various categories - including anecdotes about various city-states, authoritative historical materials, and "dangerous readings" involving doomsday theories, apocalypse and other fringe theories. .
The old scholar suddenly felt curious and a little uneasy.
The captain seemed to suddenly want to find some information, and judging from the books he took out, what he was looking for might not be that simple - he called himself over, probably because he wanted to inquire about this matter.
Slightly more vigilant, Morris quickly recited the name of Lachem, the God of Wisdom, and prayed for blessings from the mental realm in silent prayer. At the same time, he lowered his head to confirm the talisman strung with colored stones on his wrist. Sitting down opposite the captain: "What are your orders from me?
"??????When I encounter some problems, I need to ask a knowledgeable person like you for advice." Duncan nodded, then seemed to notice Maurice's nervous expression, and smiled and comforted, "Don't be so nervous, I Just ask around, maybe it has something to do with history.”
Just ask? history? A secret truth that even the owner of the Lost Home cannot be sure of?
Listening to the captain's comfort, Morris quickly turned over Lachem's name back and forth in his mind more than ten times, brushing the foolish blessings layer by layer, and then raised his head with nervousness: "I Ready, you ask." Duncan:
There was a hint of helplessness in Duncan's heart. He also knew that the old man's nervousness was the most normal reaction. He sighed and organized his words while speaking: "In the historical knowledge you know, is there any description of such an event? ―Some kind of huge man-made object fell from the sky, accompanied by large-scale flames and flashes. The falling object may also have exploded and split into several smaller parts falling on the world.”
Duncan finished speaking and looked into Morris's eyes seriously. Morris also met Duncan's gaze blankly.
"?????? Is it over?" the old scholar asked hesitantly.
"It's over, that's all," Duncan nodded. Of course, he still had many details that he didn't describe, but on such a vague historical issue, too many details might affect Morris's judgment, so he chose the most concise one. "If there are records of this in history, there may be deviations in the description, but the general events should revolve around the core scene of "huge objects falling in fire". Do you know of similar events?"
The captain's sudden question was puzzling, but Morris noticed Duncan's serious attitude and still began to try to remember and think about it. After several minutes, he slowly shook his head: "I have never seen anything similar to this." Record.
"Does it include all official and unofficial history?" Duncan was not surprised by Morris's answer, but still asked reluctantly, "This event may have been transformed by myth, or even become a component of some heretical doctrines. Because it probably happened in the very distant past.”
"I'm pretty sure," Morris spoke again, "Including all official history, unofficial history, and heresy, as long as I have come into contact with it, there is no record of events that are consistent with or similar to the scene you described--of course, this cannot be ruled out. There are still some extremely narrow legends or lost histories that record this event. After all, there are always unknowns beyond our knowledge, but??????"
Morris paused after saying this, and then continued: "If it is really a historical secret that even I don't know, then it should be difficult for you to find the corresponding information from other channels????? ?Maybe you can try your luck in the big library of the Academy of Truth and look for clues in the oldest books in Moko and Qingfeng Port."
Duncan didn't speak for a while, but his eyes were calmly lost in thought. After a long time, he nodded gently: "You can write to scholars you are familiar with to ask about this matter. If you really need to contact the Academy of Truth, Negotiations with the headquarters are also possible.”
Listening to the captain's rather solemn tone, Morris nodded solemnly.
It seems that this matter is really important.
As an old scholar who has studied knowledge all his life, of course his curiosity was aroused, and he couldn't help but ask: "Can I ask? What exactly is this thing you are talking about??????" What?"
Duncan hesitated for a moment and then spoke slowly: "I'm not sure. I also encountered some illusions by chance, but even if I can't determine its essence?????? I still feel that this scene may be related to the current situation of our world. The appearance is closely related to a lot of lost history.”
"I understand," Morris bowed his head deeply, "I will find a way to investigate."
He did not continue to ask for details or what the "phantom" the captain was talking about was, because he knew that curiosity and desire to explore must be just right, no less, and no more.
Duncan paused for a moment and then added: "'New Hope', when investigating the information, focus on these words."
"Does this sound like a ship?" Morris asked thoughtfully.
Duncan thought for a while and nodded with a strange expression: "It's a ship."
It was indeed a ship, a spaceship whose engine exploded and fell from the sea of stars to the earth.
Frost, Nangang, in the hidden underground facilities, the undead engineers are busy.
The knowledge from half a century ago came in handy again. The ancient blueprint was taken out from the fleet warehouse. Engineers as old as the blueprint gathered excitedly among a large pile of machines, pipes and cables, communicating with ordinary people. It sounds like knowledge and ideas from heaven.
Tirian sat in a corner of the hall, watching his subordinates busy around.
"I really didn't expect that these blueprints would be useful again in my lifetime," an undead engineer with a shriveled head, a big hole in his chest, and half of his body powered by a steam engine held the blueprints and said excitedly. The man next to him said, "Look at these drainage devices and balancing mechanisms. They have made many modern changes to the submersible, but the basic principles are still the same as before: water filling, sinking, draining, and floating, supplemented by the bilge Ballast weight??????”
"I understand your excitement," Tirian glanced at his subordinates, "but I must remind you that you are no longer alive."
"It's almost the same idea, even if you die," the undead engineer with the shriveled head laughed, and the incomplete teeth looked hideous and terrifying. He raised his hand and knocked hard on the steam engine on half of his body, causing the The slightly sluggish gear set clicked and resumed rotation, and then he raised his head again and looked at the diving device not far away, which was surrounded by his comrades. After a long time, he said with a hint of emotion, "Alas?????? ?It would be nice to meet the builder of it. It was well designed and put thought into it. They must really want this thing to be useful."
Tirian did not say a word, but quietly stared at the submersible in the center of the hall. After a long time, he sighed softly: "Go to work, it can really come in handy this time, don't make any mistakes. "
"Yes, Captain."
The subordinates left, and Tirian breathed a sigh of relief. At this moment, a slight buzzing sound suddenly came from the crystal ball lens set at his hand, and the next sound was Lucretia. Ya's teasing voice: "You seem to be worried, brother. It doesn't seem easy to be a consul?"
Tirian turned his face expressionlessly, watching the crystal ball on the table gradually light up, with Lucretia's figure emerging in the crystal ball.
"I moved this thing from the ship just to hear you teasing your brother here."
"Relax, brother. You will no longer be a big pirate in the future. Consul is a position that requires both majesty and affinity." Lucretia smiled, as if she didn't care at all about the dissatisfaction in Tirian's tone, and then she continued His tone changed and he spoke curiously, "But I really want to know, is this really my father's arrangement?"
"Otherwise?" Tirian sighed, "He did a big thing here, a big thing you can't imagine. Now the entire frost is affected by him. I should feel lucky that he has really restored his humanity, so Although his arrangement is surprising, at least it’s not bad??????Whether it’s Hanshuang or my Sea Mist Fleet, now they have an explanation.”
Lucretia finally put away her slightly teasing smile. After thinking for a moment, she hesitantly said: "Father, is he okay now?"
"Very good. His body is on the Lost Home. He spends his days fishing or feeding pigeons. His incarnation is in the frost. He goes for a walk in the park every morning and comes to my place in the afternoon to supervise the progress of the project - you care? Then next time I'll open the crystal ball when he comes, and you guys can talk directly?"
"Ah, then it's better not to do it!" Lucretia raised her voice almost reflexively, and then quickly resumed her ladylike posture, "I?????? I still need to make some preparations, so I'd better not say this. Okay, I still have a lot to do here??????”
"What's your business over there?" Tirian raised his eyebrows subconsciously when he heard this, "Speaking of which, what's going on with your research over there? What's going on with that "piece" that fell from the sky? ?”
Lucretia hesitated for a moment. Originally, she just found a reason to change the subject, but now she couldn't help but sigh softly.
"There has been little progress. Even Taran El of Breeze Port is helpless."
