Chapter 537 Gifts
Chapter 537 The Gift
“Dream of the Nameless One?”
Hearing the unfamiliar words suddenly thrown out by the captain, Agatha and Goat Head instantly looked at each other.
“Where did you hear this term from?” After a moment’s thought, Agatha opened her mouth and asked, “Is this part of the ‘intelligence’ you just received?”
“The Annihilists so called that ‘dream’ that Heidi and Lucrecia had fallen into earlier,” Duncan nodded slowly, “The original source of the intelligence may have come from the Endbringer preachers, and then the Annihilists and the Sunbringers responded to some sort of ‘call’ from those preachers. If the intelligence is correct, this so-called ‘Dream of the Nameless One’ should be something like a ‘vision’, which covers many dreamscapes on a huge scale, and the elves …… seems to become a ‘passage’ into the Dream of the Nameless One under specific conditions.”
Speaking of this he paused and continued, “Those cultists seem to be looking for something in the depths of the Dream of the Nameless One each with their own destinations, the purpose of the Sun Cult is unknown for now, but the goal of the Annihilation Cult seems to be a copy of the so-called ‘Initial Blueprint’.”
Agatha’s expression stared at the naked eye, “It’s true that I’ve never heard of this so-called ‘Dream of the Nameless’, but it’s reasonable to say that a ‘vision’ of this scale… …it’s impossible that no one has known about it for so many years. Did you just say that elves would become ‘channeled’ under specific conditions?”
Duncan nodded slightly, “According to those Annihilationists, there seems to be some kind of ‘blueprint stage flaw’ in the elves, which causes their spirits to establish a connection with the ‘Dream of the Nameless One’, which should again be related to the Profound Holy Lord Creation’s set of theories is related, but the specific information is insufficient.”
“…… I’m sorry, Captain, it seems there’s nothing we can do to give you any useful answers,” Agatha thought carefully for a moment more, and finally shook her head with an apology, “but since this matter points directly to the ‘Elves’ as a race, then it’s just as well that we can start our investigation in Lightwind Harbor, which is the city-state of the elves – and besides, there was just an elf here who had fallen into that dream.”
Duncan hmmm’d and adjusted his seating position, leaning back in his chair and tapping his fingers lightly on the armrests of the seat, while his gaze fell on the charts where the mists were lifting, “There is indeed a need to have a good chat with that Master Taran Elle …… Let’s go and meet the Radiant Star, and it’s about time to say “hello” to Lucrecia. say hello.”
……
On the outskirts of Lightwind Harbor, in an open sea near the “Luminous Drop”, the Bright Star was slowly cruising, the diffuse sunlight covering the sea surface, making the ship seem to be roaming on the fine golden sand.
The soft sea breeze was blowing on the face, carrying the unique warmth of the southern sea – however, standing on the deck of Master Taran El always felt a little cold from time to time, he could not help but tighten his coat in the wind, turning his head to look behind him at the “Witch of the Sea” standing on a mast, and shouting at the top of his voice! He turned his head to the “Witch of the Sea” standing on a mast behind him, and shouted at the top of his voice: “Are we going to wait here?”
Lucrecia glanced down at the great scholar on the deck, and her voice was small, but clear and direct to Taran El’s ears, “We’ll wait here.”
“Can I go back?” Talan-El shouted again, “It’s not good for me, an outsider, to be present at the touching moment of your father-daughter reunion!”
Lucrecia’s face was expressionless, “Father said he wanted to talk to you.”
Taran-El raised his hands sadly, “Then could you come down and stay with me a bit? I …… feel a little nervous!”
Lucrecia swept him a condescending glance, “You are an adult, and a great scholar of great prestige, you should learn to soothe your stress.”
“…… Ms. Lucrecia, you shouldn’t be nervous as well, right?!”
“Why would I be nervous about something like that? That’s my ……”
The voice coming from the mast suddenly stopped, and Taran Ayrton froze at that moment, just about to ask about the situation, but his actions were suddenly interrupted by a strong palpitation.
That is the spiritual intuition suddenly came from the warning, is always dealing with all kinds of dangerous objects, hidden knowledge of the “scholars” in the truth of the approaching instinctive tension, Taran Ayr in a flash will be a layer of cold sweat, and then heard some kind of low, as if the beasts breathing strange sound into the ear.
The next moment, fog and ghastly light suddenly filled his vision.
Near the Bright Star, on the surface of the sea, which had been calm and peaceful a second before, a thick fog suddenly appeared like a high wall, and the chaotic light and shadows brought about by the reversal of the Spirit World seemed to swarm out from the fog, and huge shadows rose from the Spirit World, and descended from the fog –
As described in many ghastly sea legends, it was wrapped in darkness and chaos, burning with apocalyptic flames, as if a nightmare had suddenly taken form in the real world, and as if an inescapable destiny had crashed down upon it, and within a few breaths, the Lost Country, with its lofty bow, had broken into reality.
Taran El stood on the deck like a stone statue, he heard a “thud” from a certain direction, but did not even have the courage to turn his head to look at it, and it was only after several seconds that he regained the ability to breathe and felt the strong beating of his heart…. -The potion that Ms. Lucrecia had given him earlier still exerted a strong protective effect, allowing his suboptimal internal organs to continue to function reliably in the face of the violent impact.
Then, the great scholar gradually came to his senses, regained his ability to speak, and hurriedly looked back to where the “witch” had been standing before: “Ms. Lucrecia! Your father ……”
There was no sign of the witch on the mast.
Taran El froze for a moment, subconsciously looked around and shouted, “Ms. Lucrecia! Dew ……”
“Don’t shout, I’m here.”
A cold voice with a hint of warning suddenly came from very close by, interrupting the scholar’s yelling, Taran-El hurriedly turned around, only to see that Lucrecia had already arrived on the deck at some point, and was standing next to it with a bemused face, while holding her forehead in an elegant position, gazing at the bow of the Lost Country ship.
“Ah, where did you go just now? As soon as I turned around, you ……” “Shut up,” Lucrecia interrupted the Great Scholar with a bad attitude, “Father doesn’t like people who yell during meetings.”
Taran El shut his mouth instantly, and looked with tautness at the great ship which was burning with spectral flames, while almost at the same time he saw a flame appear out of nowhere on the deck of the Radiant Star-a flame which rose swiftly and formed a revolving door, and immediately afterward a tall figure stepped out of it.
Considering that this was his first visit to the Radiant Star, Duncan chose to come alone in order to avoid confusion at the scene.
Now, he finally stepped onto the ship – one of the only two remaining wingmen of the once Lost Country Fleet today, the Radiant Star.
He has also finally met Lucrecia, the daughter of Duncan Abnormale, in the flesh.
Wearing a black dress with an adventurer’s style, the “sea witch” hesitantly took a few steps towards him, but stopped a few meters away. She kept looking at him, but her expression was complicated and constrained – despite her best efforts to hide it, the nervousness and hesitation could not be hidden. could not be concealed at all.
Duncan’s mind couldn’t help but recall something Ryan had revealed to himself before leaving Frostbite –
“Lucy gives outsiders the impression of being cold, withdrawn and temperamental, but essentially that’s because she’s socially inept and can’t express her emotions accurately ……
“She reveals herself when she’s nervous, so she always avoids getting herself into stressful situations, which is why the ‘Witch of the Sea’ is always coming and going, and seems to have her own way ……
“When she’s overly embarrassed she’s at a complete loss as to how to initiate a conversation, which gives the impression of being extremely rude and condescendingly eccentric, but if someone is willing to take the initiative and break the silence by talking to her at this point, she’ll be very happy ……”
When he was in Frost, Duncan always defended his image of “amnesia due to subspace influence” in front of Tirion, thanks to which he could openly ask the other party about many things related to Lucrecia, and now all these information can obviously be put to use.
“It’s been a long time,” after a moment of adjustment, Duncan revealed a faint smile as he walked towards the “Witch of the Sea”, “Lucy, I’m back.”
He tried to play the role of Duncan Abnormale as he had been told in advance and as he understood it.
However, while greeting him in this way, a faint emotion directly from the bottom of his heart quietly surfaced in his heart, and in this shallow and vague emotion, he once again felt that kind of faint nostalgia and …… regret.
This kind of feeling has long been unfamiliar to him – every body he occupies will have a similar reaction when encountering important people or objects “in life”.
This time, Duncan didn’t try to control or ignore the feeling, but let it flow slowly in his heart, and then slowly recede.
The expression on Lucrecia’s face changed slightly several times, no one knew what this “witch” had been thinking about in those few seconds, she was just stunned for a while, and in the end, all of the memories and once intense emotions settled into a single, whispered sentence:
“Dad, you’ve been out too long this time ……”
Duncan was silent for a short while, reaching into his arms, “I brought you a present.”
“A gift?” Lucrecia looked up a little confused.
Duncan reached his hand over and slowly turned it over.
A small, silver-white, compact hairpin with waves and feathers styled into it lay silently in the palm of his hand.
Lucrecia was a little dazed as she stared blankly at the tiny hair card for a moment before blinking as if suddenly waking up and hesitantly reaching out her hand.
The hairpin was real, with a hard touch and a slight warmth – the warmth of a living person.
The “witch” held the gift for a long, long time before she seemed to smile a little, and said in a very soft voice: “…… You’re so slow in delivering it, it’s out of date, it’s a century out of date! ……”
After another moment, she seemed to inhale softly.
“Thank you.”
(End of chapter)