Chapter 475 – Maurice’s Intellectual Blind Spot

Chapter 475 – Maurice’s Knowledge Blind Spot
At nightfall, Morris was called into the captain’s room.

Duncan was sitting behind the chart table with a serious face, while the tabletop beside his hand had been piled up with a lot of disorganized books – all the books that had been brought to the ship from Prand and Frost previously, and some books that had been gotten from the Sea Mist Fleet’s side as well.

After confirming the “harmlessness” of reading at sea, the collection of books on this ship had been increasing.

Maurice glanced at the table and found that the books were categorized into a variety of categories – from strange stories from various city-states, to authoritative information on history, and even “dangerous reading” involving such fringe theories as the Doomsday Theory and the Book of Revelation.

The old scholar’s heart was suddenly filled with curiosity and a slight uneasiness.

The captain seemed to be suddenly looking for some information, and judging from the books he had taken out, what he was looking for was probably not that simple – he had called himself here, most likely because he wanted to inquire about this aspect of things.

Slightly raising his vigilance in his heart, Morris quickly meditated on the name of the God of Wisdom, Rahm, and invoked the blessings of the Mind Domain in silent prayer, while at the same time looking down to confirm the talisman he had strung together on his wrist with colorful stones, before taking a seat across from the captain, “What is it that you are looking for me to order?”

“…… ran into some problems and needed to ask a learned man like you for advice,” Duncan nodded, then seemed to notice Maurice’s tense expression and smiled again in relief, “Don’t be so nervous, I’m just asking a random question. It might have something to do with history.”

Casual question? History? The hidden truths that even the owner of the Lost Country ship doesn’t dare to determine?
Listening to the captain’s relief, Maurice hurriedly poured Rahm’s name back and forth in his mind a dozen more times, brushing layer after layer of that demented bestowal before tensing his nerves and lifting his head, “I’m ready, you ask.”

Duncan: “……”

A tinge of helplessness flooded his mind, and Duncan knew that this nervousness of the old gentleman was the most normal reaction, so he sighed and spoke while organizing his words, “In your knowledge of history, has there ever been a description of such an event – some sort of gigantic artifact falling from the skies with a flames and flashes of light on a very large scale, this falling object may have also exploded, splitting into several smaller parts that fell on the world.”

Duncan’s words fell and he looked Maurice in the eye very seriously.

Maurice met Duncan’s gaze with a stare as well.

“Is …… finished?” The old scholar asked hesitantly.

“Finished, that’s all,” Duncan nodded, of course he still had a lot of details that he hadn’t described, but in this kind of ambiguous historical issue, too many details might rather affect Morris’ judgment, so he chose the most concise expression, “If there is a record of this in the history, there might be There is a bias in presentation, but the general events should all center around the core scene of ‘huge object falling in fire’, do you know of any similar events?”

The Captain’s sudden question was puzzling, but Maurice, noting Duncan’s seriousness, still began to try to remember and think about it, and it was several minutes before he slowly shook his head, “I have not seen a record of anything like it.”

“Including all the official histories and the wild ones?” Duncan was not surprised by Maurice’s answer, but pressed on with some reluctance, “The event may have been mythologically transformed, or even turned into a component of some heretical doctrine, as it may have occurred in the very distant past.”

“I am quite certain,” Maurice spoke again, “that there is no record of an event that matches or resembles the scene you describe, including all of the official histories, the wild histories, and the heretical doctrines, to the extent that I have come into contact with them – not, of course, to exclude that there are still some extremely narrowly circulated legendary stories or already lost histories in which this event is recorded, after all, there is always the unknown outside of our knowledge, but ……”

Morris paused at this point before continuing to speak, “If it really is a secret history that even I don’t know about, then it should be very difficult for you to find the corresponding information from any other source …… Perhaps you can take your chances with the Truth Academy’s great library, and look for clues in the oldest books in Moco and Lightwind Harbor. look for clues.”

Duncan did not open his mouth for a while, but his eyes calmly fell into contemplation, after a long time, he gently nodded: “You can write a letter to find scholars you know well to ask about this aspect of the matter, and if it is really necessary to deal with the headquarters of the Academy of Truth, it is also possible.”

Hearing this rather solemn tone from the captain, Morris instantly nodded solemnly.

It looked like this matter was really very important.

As an old scholar who had studied for a lifetime, he was of course also aroused with curiosity, so he couldn’t help but ask again, “Can I ask? What exactly is this matter …… you are talking about?”

Duncan hesitated for a moment and slowly spoke, “Not sure, I also touched certain visions by chance, but even if I can’t determine its essence …… I feel that this scene may be closely related to what our world looks like today, and to many lost histories. ”

“I understand,” Morris bowed his head deeply, “I will find a way to investigate.”

He didn’t press for details, didn’t ask what the captain was referring to as “visions”, because he knew that curiosity and the desire to explore had to be just the right amount, no less, no more.

Duncan, on the other hand, added after a brief pause, “‘The New Hope’, focus on those words when investigating the information.” “That sounds like a ship?” Morris asked thoughtfully.

Duncan thought for a moment and nodded with an odd expression on his face, “It’s …… a ship.”

Indeed it was a ship, a spacecraft whose engines had exploded and crashed to earth from the sea of stars.

……

Frost, Southport, in the hidden underground facilities, the undead engineers were intensely busy.

Knowledge from half a century ago came in handy once more, ancient blueprints were removed from the fleet’s warehouses, and engineers as old as those blueprints gathered excitedly amongst the piles of machines, pipes and cables, exchanging knowledge and ideas that sounded like apocryphal books to the casual ear.

Tirion sat in a corner of the hall, watching his men go about their business.

“I really didn’t think that I would be able to put these blueprints to use again in my lifetime,” an undead engineer with a shriveled head, a big hole in his chest, and half of his body relying on the steam mechanism to drive his body held up the drawings with an excited look on his face as he said next to him, “look at these drainage and balancing mechanisms, they make a great difference to the submarine. mechanism, they made a lot of modern changes to the submersible, but the basic principle is still the same as it was back then, fill with water, sink, drain, float, supplemented by ballast weights in the bilge ……”

“I understand your excitement,” Tirian glanced at his subordinate, “but I must remind you that you are no longer alive.”

“Almost the same thing, having the year of the dead is fine,” the undead engineer with the shriveled head smiled, his mangled teeth looking hideous as he raised his hand and tapped hard on the steam mechanism halfway up his body, causing the slightly malfunctioning gear set to click back into rotation, and then raised his head again, looking at the not-so-distant man that was being Comrades surrounded by the diving device, a long time before speaking with a hint of emotion, “Alas …… if only I could meet its builders, it was designed well, was used with heart …… they should really want to make this thing come in handy.”

Tirion didn’t say anything, he just quietly gazed at the submersible in the center of the hall, after a long time, he sighed softly, “Go and get busy, it can really come in handy this time, don’t make any mistakes.”

“Aye, Captain.”

The subordinate left, while Tirian exhaled softly, and just at that moment, a slight buzzing sound suddenly came from the crystal ball lens set in his hand, followed by Lucrecia’s flirtatious voice, “Looks like you have a lot on your mind, brother, it doesn’t seem to be an easy feeling to be a consul?”

Tirion turned his face expressionlessly and looked at the crystal ball placed on the table that was gradually lighting up, while Lucrecia’s figure appeared in the crystal ball.

“I didn’t specifically bring this thing from the ship just to listen to you flirting with your older brother here.”

“Relax, brother, you’re not a big pirate in the future, consul is a position that requires both majesty and affability,” Lucrecia smiled, as if she didn’t care about the dissatisfaction in Tirion’s tone at all, and then immediately afterward she changed her tone and spoke in curiosity, “But I’m really curious to know, is this …… is really father’s arrangement?”

“Or else?” Tirian sighed, “He did a great thing here, a great thing that you can’t imagine, and now the entire Frost is under his influence, and I should feel thankful that he really regained his humanity, so although his arrangement is surprising, at least it’s not that bad …… Regardless of whether it’s the Frost, or my Sea Mist Fleet, it all counts for something now.”

Lucrecia finally put away her slightly flirtatious smile, and after pondering for a moment, she hesitantly spoke, “Father, is he …… okay now?”

“Very well, his main body is on the Lost Country ship, he either fishes or feeds pigeons every day, his incarnation is in 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’re concerned? Then next time he comes I’ll open the crystal ball and you guys can talk directly?”

“Ah, that’s better not to!” Lucrecia raised her voice almost reflexively, then hurriedly resumed her ladylike demeanor, “I …… I still need to make some preparations, or let’s not talk about this, I still have a lot of things to do over here …… “

“Your business over there?” Tirian heard this but subconsciously raised his eyebrows, “Speaking of which, how is your research over there going? That ‘broken piece’ that fell from the sky, what exactly is the situation today?”

Lucrecia hesitated for a moment, originally she had just found a random reason to digress, but at this moment she couldn’t help but sigh softly.

“There’s not much progress, even Taran-El of Lightwind Harbor is at his wits’ end.”

(End of chapter)