In the crew area below the deck, Shirley was sitting in her room with a gloomy look on her face, sighing at the pile of exercise books spread out on the table...
There are so many... when can I finish them...
"You never finish writing if you sigh all the time." Agou muttered next to him, "And it's not much at all. You just accumulated it by procrastinating and not writing every day. Miss Alice can even finish it on time every day. Are these exercises good?”
"Can her writing style of filling in whatever comes to mind be called 'complete'?"
Shirley rolled her eyes immediately, then put her head on the table and muttered in a muffled voice, I want to go ashore to play, I want to go shopping in the city, I want to eat delicious food... Nina said, Qingfeng Port has a lot of delicious food, including food from all over the world..."
However, Agou had become accustomed to Shirley's nagging many years ago. He shook his head and said unmoved in his tone: "Chuangchang told you when you would finish your homework and when you could go ashore to play. "
Shirley curled her lips, then faced the exercise book on the table, thought for a moment, suddenly rolled her eyes, and with a mischievous snicker on her face, she carefully bent down and approached Agou who was lying on the floor: "What about that? Why don't you help me? These questions must be for you..."
However, when Shirley was halfway through saying this, Agou didn't even have time to respond. A voice suddenly came from a mirror in front of the desk: "I'm watching."
Shirley suddenly burst into tears and said exaggeratedly, "Ah." She raised her head and looked at Agatha's figure emerging from the mirror, with an expression as if she was about to cry: "Can't you just stare at others? Why? No matter what I do, you will always appear in the mirror."
Agatha in the mirror looked serious, "Because Chuan Chang said that she wants me to watch you do your homework."
Shirley sighed and plunged her head into the exercise book on the desk again. She rolled her face in the book several times and then suddenly raised her head again: "Then can you help me..."
Agatha said without hesitation: "No."
Shirley suddenly became confused: "That's not what the story says. The story says that the magic mirror knows everything. As long as you make a request to the magic mirror, the mirror will tell the answer to the person who asked the question..."
Agatha frowned: "Where does this weird story come from?"
"Chuan Chang told Nina, and then Nina told me."
Listening to Shirley's basic nonsense, the expression on Agatha's face suddenly became serious. After thinking for a few seconds, she looked into Shirley's eyes and asked: "Is Chuan Chang really Told Nina a story about a magic mirror?”
"Yes...yes." Shirley didn't know why the other party suddenly became serious, and she was a little nervous when she answered, "I just talked about it two days ago..."
Agatha thought very seriously and whispered softly: "He arranged for me to live in the mirror on the ship.
...Does it turn out to have some other deep meaning..."
Shirley didn't react at all: "Um...ah?"
However, Agatha did not answer her. After thinking hard for a moment, the "gatekeeper in the mirror" raised his head and glanced at Shirley: "You don't know any questions."
Shirley thought for a moment and pushed the exercise book forward: "This one won't..."
"this?"
"Yeah, if it's too much trouble, I can do the oral arithmetic part above..."
"Write it yourself."
Duncan, who had just returned to the cabin, raised his head suspiciously, as if listening to the noise coming from the distance. The goat head on the navigation table suddenly turned his gaze: "What's wrong with you?"
I seemed to 'hear' Agatha's voice. "Duncan said casually. Of course, he didn't mean it.
What he heard was that the ship was constantly conveying information about every corner of the Lost Home to him.
"She seemed to be in Shirley's room, and she was quite excited."
"Do you need to go check on the situation? Or call her over?"
"No need." Duncan shook his head. Everyone who was responsible for watching Shirley do her homework would eventually become excited, and this can also be regarded as a kind of tempering of the mind..."
The goat head groaned, not sure if it really understood the meaning of this complaint. Duncan silently felt the state of the Lost Home again, walked to the table, sat down, and exhaled softly. Tone: "It's time for Shirley and Nina to go to the shore to get some fresh air. Lucretia is about to return to Breeze Port, so let her give them a ride."
The goat head quietly paid attention to Chuan Shi's actions and expressions. At this time, he finally couldn't help but said: "You seem to be in a good mood?"
"Maybe it's because I've figured out something, or maybe it's because I've let it go for the time being."
Duncan raised his eyebrows, but he couldn't help but picture Alice's sunny appearance in his mind, and he couldn't help but bring out a smile on his lips. Then he shook his head, reached out and took out the bag from Lucret. The 'sketch' obtained in Thea's hand has cleared away the worries in her heart, and it's time to study Taran. What exactly did Master Al draw in the manuscript he left behind after observing Vision 001?
"What is this?" Seeing Duncan's actions, the goat head immediately turned his head this way curiously, and there seemed to be a glimmer of light in the dark obsidian eyes. "
This is a sketch drawn by Taran and Al after observing the surface of the visionary 001. "Duncan said casually. He unfolded the paper and placed it in front of the oil lamp next to it to shine.
"The true appearance of the Sun's surface may be hidden here, but the most critical details were obliterated by Taran El himself."
The goat head was stunned for a moment, then let out an unexplained exclamation: "Oh..."
"I thought you would be the first to warn me of the dangers of this, as you have often done before."
Duncan was a little surprised by the goat head's reaction. He raised his eyelids and glanced at the guy, "Why don't you bother yourself this time?"
"I used to worry about your safety, but now I only worry about the safety of those who try to go against you."
The goat head immediately complimented him, and he was very familiar with the words and sentences.
A mere sketch will not threaten the great Duncan Ship, even if the true face of the ancient god is drawn on this picture, it is nothing more than that, not to mention that the person who drew the picture is just a mortal, the name of Taran, Ai What truth can you discern?
Duncan ignored the goat head, which was obviously a compliment, and concentrated on studying the patterns on the draft paper... But after looking over and over for a long time, he still couldn't analyze anything behind the chaotic smears. He even felt... those lines that looked like they were just daubed randomly were like some kind of powerful "seal". They "covered" the original image on the paper from a mystical concept, not just a layer. The ink that disturbed his vision, and while his thoughts were fluctuating, Duncan suddenly felt something in his heart, a "seal with power"?
He lowered his head again and carefully observed the criss-crossing lines and large smears on the draft paper. Taran, Master Al is a senior and experienced scholar, and a devout believer in Lachem, the God of Wisdom. , although he has problems caused by poor work and rest, his attainments in mysticism are definitely deep enough. If such a great scholar really detects some extremely dangerous factors when observing Vision 001, , then he will definitely try to use more professional methods to control this danger as soon as possible, even if his sanity has begun to be affected at that time. The ink left on the draft paper should not be simply smeared, so use conventional methods , it will never be possible to see the true appearance behind these inks. This is actually a secret letter processed with extraordinary power?
Duncan frowned slightly, and a vague thought emerged in his mind. Then he turned his head and stared at the oil lamp placed next to him. Under his gaze, the flame in the oil lamp suddenly jumped, Then it was quickly dyed with a layer of dark green, and the spiritual fire expanded and burned, even rising from the opening above the lampshade. After a slight hesitation, Duncan picked up the scrap paper and placed it on the spiritual fire to form In the sky above the lamp flame, in just a moment, the blazing green flame swallowed up the entire piece of paper.
Sure enough, there was some kind of camouflage formed by extraordinary power remaining on it. The goat head on the side exclaimed when he saw this scene:
"Why did you burn it?"
"The fire of the spirit body only burns away the twisted parts."
Duncan looked at the fussing goat head indifferently, and extinguished the blazing flames on the draft paper with a flick of his wrist. Under the flames, the fragile draft paper was still intact.
This is what it originally looked like. As he spoke, Duncan brought the flame-treated manuscript paper to his eyes and took a look at the pattern that reappeared on it. The next second, his expression suddenly froze, and the goat head immediately noticed The captain's expression changed, and he turned his neck to look here with concern and curiosity. However, due to the angle, he could not see the content on the front of the piece of paper, and could only shout loudly: "What's on that? Are you okay?" That……"
Duncan finally woke up from his daze. He took his eyes away from the paper and looked up at the goat head with a strange expression: "It's the true face of the ancient god."
Goat Head: "?"
Duncan did not speak again, but slowly lowered his head and continued to carefully look at the picture on the draft paper, the sphere locked by the double rune ring, the one shrouded in dark shadows, but the surface was covered with ferocious bloodshot and lines. As if he was glaring angrily...
