Chapter 237 – Hidden connections are a local custom
Chapter 237 – The Hidden Connection is a Local Custom
Thanks.
A very unusual word, yet it instantly took Duncan’s breath away.
He was certain that there was no such word on the paper just now, much less the blotch of water that had appeared out of thin air before his eyes!
He stared at the mark on the paper, a pale green flame burning around him, his consciousness sweeping the ship for a moment to make sure there were no uninvited “guests” on board – but he found nothing.
Where did the word come from? Who was sending the message? Why?
Frankly, he was a little bit sympathetic to the feelings of those who had been frightened by him, such as Vanna, who had done a jump-split into the dresser mirror in her dream, or Tirion and Lucrecia just now – but only a little bit, and he’d do the same the next time.
The key now, was why a word had suddenly appeared on this piece of paper.
Duncan’s brow furrowed, and suddenly a detail came to his mind in a flash – just a moment ago, during his own conversation with Tirian, he had said something in a jocular tone:
“If the god behind this church is watching, then He owes me a thank you.”
The expression on Duncan s face became subtle, as soon as this idea popped up his first reaction was to be off the mark, this kind of jokey thing how can it be taken seriously, but after this subconscious reaction, he couldn t help but associate it in this direction, and the more he thought about it …… the more he couldn t quiet his mind.
He lowered his head, looked at the corner of the paper that was blotted, hesitated for a moment and then picked up the pen next to him, wrote down a few words on the drier edges of the water marks:
“Storm Goddess?”
After he finished writing, he waited patiently, like a commander waiting to ship after pressing the big build, staring at the blotchy spot and waiting in anticipation, but the result was that the water was almost dry and he didn’t wait for a reply.
The other party seemed to have left a message and slipped away – or perhaps it was deliberately read and not answered?
Duncan’s mind outrageous and strange ideas are endless, he has been in this evil world for so long, this moment is still far more evil than ever, so that he is not easy to refine to the ancient well of the mind at this time are a little difficult to strain, but after waiting for half a day is still fruitless, he slowly put down the pen in his hand, so that his mood a little bit calmed down.
After pondering in place for a moment, he got up and pushed open the wooden door leading to the chart room – beside the navigation table, the goat head was staring at the foggy charts as usual, and immediately turned his head after hearing the movement of opening the door.
“There was nothing unusual on the ship just now, was there?” Duncan asked of his own accord without waiting for the other man to speak.
“On the ship? There was no abnormality on the ship,” Goathead froze for a moment and replied subconsciously, then immediately as if he sensed something, “What happened? I’ll search the whole ship ……”
“No need, I’ve already checked it once, I’m only looking for you for a second confirmation,” Duncan waved his hand, then settled down, deciding not to mention the bizarre handwriting that had appeared on the paper for the moment, “I’ve just seen Tirion and Lucrecia- -they happened to be in contact with each other.”
The goat head felt that the captain’s state at the moment was a bit strange, but since the other party had no intention of explaining further, it wisely did not ask, and after hearing Duncan’s words, it just sighed a bit, “Many people in the world speculate that Tirion and Lucrecia have a cold relationship between the brother and sister, and the evidence for this is that Tirion is working as a pirate in the depths of civilization’s borders while his sister is engaged in the The great cause of adventure and pioneering, the two never meet …… with each other, but now it seems that the world’s wild guesses are just guesses after all.”
“It seems to me that they are still on good terms, especially when they face me together, and that sense of tacit understanding appears to have been fostered from childhood, having shared a childhood of fatherly beatings and injuries,” Duncan shook his head, “As for the fact that they are now so far apart . . it’s also just a matter of choosing different paths in life.”
“Ah, the sentiments of an old father,” Goathead exclaimed with an exaggerated sigh, “Are you still communicating well with your pair of ‘sons and daughters’?”
“…… I think it went quite well,” Duncan thoughtfully nodded his head slightly, “I think I’ve expressed my goodwill sufficiently and have implanted in their minds the initial sensible and ‘ Return of Humanity’ impression, and it’s also paved the way somewhat for subsequent encounters, so at the very least they shouldn’t have to cover each other in fire the next time they encounter the Sea Mist, which is the first step towards family harmony.”
Goathead didn’t say anything for a while, which made Duncan feel strange, “Why aren’t you talking this time? Don’t you usually talk a lot?”
Goathead spoke quietly, “It is too powerful for me to evaluate even if family harmony is achieved by not conducting fire coverage on each other ……”
Duncan didn’t know how to take that, and could only spread his hands speechlessly while Goathead asked after a moment of silence, “It sounds like you’re already preparing for your next meeting with Tirion? Why are you …… suddenly so positive about this?”
“Because he served the Frost Queen,” Duncan said lightly, “And I am now somewhat curious about that experience of his.”
“Is it because of Ms. Alice?”
“A little.”
Duncan said casually.
He then shook his head and turned back to the house, finding the piece of paper he had just sketched on and tearing off the corner that had been blotted with water and surfaced with words, and went back to the nautical table in the chart room, “I’ve got something to show you.”
He placed the odd hexagonal pattern in front of Goathead.
“Have you seen this before?”
Goathead’s neck creaked as it lowered its eyes and stared curiously at the pattern on the paper, then shook its head, “Never seen it. What is this?”
“You’ve never seen it?” Duncan frowned, speaking slowly only after confirming that the goathead’s attitude did not look like it was hiding something, “…… More than a century ago, several ascetics visited the Lost Country, and one of them was carrying a talisman with this pattern.”
The goat head was silent for a moment and spoke softly, “Oh, that would be ‘out of my sight’.”
Duncan instantly understood what the other man meant.
At that time, this Goathead was not yet on the Lost Country. The Goathead had not been a “crew member” of the ship from the beginning, and it had served on the Lost Country for only a century – in fact, it had only appeared on the ship after it had crashed into subspace.
There are many secrets behind the ship and the First Mate, and this is one of the few that Duncan has managed to solve by taking his time.
Duncan didn’t say anything for a while.
In fact, he had always been very curious, curious about how this goat head actually came to this ship, curious about why the other party would become the “first mate” here after the real Captain Duncan went completely crazy, as well as …… curious about the other party’s connection with the subspace, and the countless secrets behind it. The other party’s connection with subspace, and the countless secrets it knows behind the scenes.
Unfortunately, the goathead never mentioned any of this – even the few times Duncan tried to probe a little, it changed the subject in an obviously hard way.
This was a kind of attitude and hint – it couldn’t talk about it, and if it did, it would make a big mess.
Duncan snapped back to his senses, putting the tumultuous thoughts in his head aside for the moment, and after a little reflection he nodded to Goathead, “You keep the helm then, I need to take care of something.”
“Of course, at your service!”
Duncan collected the piece of paper and turned to walk towards his chambers, but he was just halfway there when he suddenly heard Goathead’s voice again from behind him, “Captain.”
Duncan stopped in his tracks and turned back slightly, “Hmm?”
“You can always trust your loyal first mate.”
Duncan didn’t say anything, but he gave a slight nod before stepping into the room.
……
Maurice tossed and turned in his bed for a long time before finally sitting up.
His wife was asleep beside him, a light, calm snore sounding every now and then, and the glow of the World’s Creation filtered through the window, casting a nighttime glow across the bedroom floor.
Everything was like a dream, but it was all true.
Maurice seldom lost sleep, but since his wife’s “return”, he always had trouble sleeping, and he knew exactly why.
Panic.
He worried that as long as a sleep over, this dream-like reality will really become a dream, worried that all the miracles are just the result of their own wishful thinking, just like eleven years ago to the subspace prayers that, in exchange for just a poke to break the illusion.
Because of this fear, he didn’t even dare to pray to Rahm casually – in the past many years, even if he had intentionally distanced himself from the church, he had never interrupted the customary prayers in his daily life, but now, because of subconsciously avoiding the blessing of the “true eye”, he even forced himself to pray. But now, because he subconsciously avoided the blessing of the “true eye”, he even forced himself to refrain from praying.
Maurice gently breathed out, letting his somewhat drowsy brain wake up a little in the cold night, then got up, put on a piece of clothing, and silently stood beside the bed, looking at his wife, who was sleeping peacefully.
He had done this often in the past two days.
But this time, he had just watched for a while when he suddenly felt a trance in his mind, followed by a faint call and a vague, majestic figure floating in the depths of his mind – Morris instantly jolted and realized what had happened.
The Captain was calling to himself.
The old scholar immediately took two deep breaths to completely wake up, and then walked quickly to the utility room connected to the master bedroom, where he twisted on the electric light, and then his eyes went to an antique mirror placed in the corner of the small room.
The edge of that mirror was slowly floating illusory spirit body blaze, the captain’s figure was little by little emerging in it.
For some reason, this should be a picture that should make ordinary people feel fearful, but at this moment let Morris immediately more inexplicable sense of solidity.
He found a “sense of reality” from the floating flames and majestic figure – just as pain can prove alive, that can prove that the miracle has really happened, proving that everything is not false at this moment “evidence! “.
Maurice came to the antique mirror and bent down slightly: “Captain, what do you want?”
Duncan saw Maurice, as well as the background of clutter behind the other party, his mind instantly associated with sneaking into the storeroom to hide in the game still afraid of being discovered by his wife’s middle-aged social animal ……
In the next moment, he grimaced, shoved the off-color association aside, and spoke to Maurice with a serious expression, “I need you to look into something that might have something to do with history or some sort of hidden organization.”
“What kind of stuff?”
“A mysterious pattern that once appeared on the amulets of a group of ascetics.”
(End of chapter)