Chapter 190 Alice Test

Chapter 190 The Alice Test

After this, Duncan never heard a single piece of valuable information from these final preachers.

They just sat on the deck in silence, breathing in the sea breeze of the infinite sea as if they were enjoying every second as much as possible, and returned either a vacant and indifferent gaze or a maniacal and misguided laugh to Duncan’s questioning.

But the last words they had said earlier had been seared into Duncan’s mind.

These fanatics …… who follow subspace, are deranged, and have a san value that may already be negative seem to have acquired knowledge that theoretically shouldn t even be there through their fanatical beliefs, and learned the truth that theoretically has never been leaked out.

They “see” that “Captain Duncan” has an abnormal “humanity” in his body, and this “humanity” is also “picked up”. What is the meaning of the phrase “picked up”? Can they recognize that the soul in their body is not the original?

And these cultists just mentioned that they are not hiding in the city-state …… but in the cursed history? What does this mean again? Could it be that these crazy Endbringer Preachers were usually not in normal time and space at all, which was why they were able to avoid the surveillance of the city-state’s guardians while behaving so strangely?

Duncan gazed in silence at the Terminal Preachers who were smiling oddly, thoughts rising and falling in his mind as he also kept an eye on the entire ship, sensing if anything had changed on the Lost Country.

Goathead remained honestly at the helm in the captain’s cabin, and he did not seem to be paying attention to the movements on deck.

All parts of the Lost Country were functioning as normal, and the words of the Final Preacher had no effect on the ship.

Alice was sitting with her head in her hands on a large barrel not too far away, fixing her hair in a bit of boredom – Miss Doll’s brain had been unable to keep up with the conversation between the captain and the cultist, and had run away early on.

After an unknown amount of time, Duncan finally exhaled softly.

He had wasted a bit too much time on these cultists it seemed, and was even a bit affected by their insane words.

He had already gotten quite a bit of useful information from these people, and it didn’t look like there was going to be much more to come, so there was no point in continuing to waste his feelings with the crazies.

And just as the expression on Duncan’s face changed, one of the Final Preachers suddenly raised his head, his chaotic eyes reflecting the empty and illusory sails of the Lost Country, as if he were mumbling dreamily, “Is it time to get off the ship?”

“There would have been no place for you on this ship,” Duncan looked at the other man with an expressionless face, “but you could have been of some use before we threw you overboard.”

All three of the Final Preachers looked up and slowly grinned, oddly.

Despite all the ecstasy they had shown when they had just boarded the ship, even making the drastic move of kissing the deck, there was no reaction of loss or fear when they heard Duncan’s words at the moment.

Originally, Duncan thought that they would at least resist a little bit, and would find a way to forcefully stay on this ship, or even find a way to go to their heartfelt “Promised Land” subspace through this ship, however, none of them – only a kind of strange numbness filled in these people’s eyes. only a strange numbness filled these people’s eyes.

It was as if at some unknown moment, most of their personalities and memories had suddenly left these bodies, or as if they had suddenly heard some “call” in the underworld, and then accepted their destinies openly.

Duncan frowned, did not look deeply into what these crazy cultists were thinking, but turned his head to look at the gothic doll that was not far away, “Alice, come here a moment.”

The mannequin instantly responded, skillfully cupped his head and plunged it into his neck, jumped down from the barrel and trotted to Duncan, “Captain you called me?”

“…… Can you stop pulling your own head out all the time in the future? Originally the joints are not strong, and after pulling it down the intelligence are followed down,” Duncan first frowned and chanted twice before shaking his head and pointing to the three cultists, “I’m going to let you do some tests.”

“Tests?” Alice froze for a moment, “What kind of tests?”

“To see if your uncontrolled ‘guillotine’ ability is still there or not,” Duncan raised an eyebrow, “Don’t tell me you’ve forgotten about this.”

“Forgotten!” Alice nodded justifiably, “I only just remembered when you reminded me!”

Then she didn’t care about Duncan’s instantly subtle expression, she turned her head to look at the “Final Preachers” and greeted them, “Hello, I forgot to introduce myself just now, my name is Alice, I’m the ship’s …… Chef?” “You should tell them about your other identity,” Duncan said lightly, speaking to Alice while his eyes fell on a couple of the cultists, “Anomaly 099.”

Something finally changed in the eyes of the three Terminus Preachers, one of them couldn’t help but glance at Alice, a sudden hint of extra gravity in his features.

“I thought you guys were really numb to the point where you weren’t afraid of life and death,” Duncan noticed the changes but remained calm, “Then I hope you crazy people who aren’t even afraid of subspace like what’s next in the arrangement- -What you are asked to do is simple, stay near Alice and live, or die by decapitation.”

Alice, listening nearby, suddenly came over and muttered, “You really do sound like a villain when you say that, Captain ……”

Duncan gave the mannequin a dismayed look, “…… Whose side are you on here, anyway?”

“Death means nothing to us …… “While Duncan was muttering to Alice, one of the final preachers also finally spoke up, he glanced at Alice and actually took a step forward instead, with a hint of mockery in his demeanor, ” It’s just one more stop on this long journey – you foolish man who has rejected the gift of subspace, obsessed with the barriers of the real world, never able to know the truth beyond life and death ……”

Duncan hurriedly tugged on Alice’s arm, “You hear me, that’s what makes a villain ……”

Alice nodded, “Oh.”

Duncan then ignored the reactions of several Endbringer preachers as he glanced up at the night sky where the World’s Creation hung high in the sky and suddenly asked, “How long has it been since these people came aboard?”

“It must be hours?” Alice thought for a moment, “My sense of time is still pretty accurate!”

“Several hours …… which means that at least one round of the Guillotine’s check and effective time must have passed,” Duncan mused, his gaze falling on the figures in front of him while his mind recalled descriptions relating to Anomaly 099’s traits, “But it’s not safe yet …… We’ll wait a little longer before we do the next round of testing.”

“The next round of tests?” Alice blinked in confusion, “How do you test that?”

“Right now it’s roughly certain that your guillotine ability isn’t in effect, but it’s not yet certain if this is under the influence of the Lost Country or me,” Duncan said while his gaze swept over the Terminus Preachers as if to extraordinarily make sure that the heads of the cultists were still in place, “Just a few more A few more hours, after confirming that you have passed at least one round of your ability check and validation cycle, I want you and these ‘preachers’ to leave the Lost Country for the time being.”

Alice listened and suddenly froze, “Temporarily leave the Lost Country? Where to then?”

She raised her head and looked out beyond the ship’s side, the only thing that caught her eye was the boundless sea, the wind and waves were calm at the moment, the entire sea was drenched in the pale glow of the World’s Creation, which even gave people the illusion of a boundless snowfield, and in this boundless sea …… couldn’t see any place to land.

Duncan pondered for a moment.

Now he found the “material” for Alice’s test, but in order to ensure the rigor of the test process, he also needs a “test site” that can eliminate its own interference, this test site can not be placed in the first densely populated land, but also must be outside the Lost Country ship But in order to ensure the rigor of the testing process, he also needed a “test site” that could eliminate his own interference.

“There are a few small lifeboats, all in good condition, I’ll put one down, and then temporarily cut off the connection between it and the Lost Country,” Duncan looked into Alice’s eyes, “You’ll just float on the sea for a while – I’ll have the big ship waiting nearby, and won’t take you away. waiting nearby and won’t leave you behind.”

Miss Mannequin scowled as she listened to the Captain’s plan, “Another …… another float at sea? I have a psychological shadow ah! And with such poor visibility of the sea at night, what if you lose me, what if a gust of wind and wave rolls the boat away, what if the boat capsizes ……”

Duncan didn’t wait for the doll to finish her sentence before interrupting her, “Stop, stop, stop, stop, stop, stop, stop, stop, stop, stop, stop, stop, stop, stop, stop, stop. When I gave you a coffin board, you were able to row back on the wind and waves, eight shells couldn’t hold you down, this time you at least have two serious oars!”

Alice’s chatter was immediately stifled, but only for a short while, she then worriedly glanced at the sea not far away, and then looked at those several inhuman ghosts, chaotic and wildly confused subspace believers, and vigorously grasped Duncan’s sleeve: “Captain promised ah, you must not lose me later!”

Duncan: “……”

How does he feel this doll on the ship more and more raised the more waste – she this is not as good as when in the infinite sea ride the waves of that time, then at least have a silly energy ……

(End of chapter)