Chapter 310: The Unlucky Dog
Chapter 310 – Unlucky Dog
Duncan was truly stunned for several seconds this time before reacting to what Dog meant by that – not that he couldn’t understand the other party’s words, but he needed to digest the shocking fact.
“You confirm?” He picked up the small piece of grayish-black with subtle blues in it from the small tin box and squeezed it again, “This thing is part of the Profound Holy Lord?”
“You …… you still pinch?!” Dog looked at Duncan’s overly “assured and bold” behavior, his voice changed tone, “Don’t you feel the huge pressure and power it emits?”
“No,” Duncan shook his head, then added, “And not only did I not feel it, but Vanna and Maurice didn’t react to it either – they just thought it was a little dangerous or unsettling, but nothing like what you did. so much movement.”
Listening to Duncan’s words, Dog had unconsciously crouched down in a posture of total alertness next to the table, the blood-colored light in its eyes flickering on and off, and after half a day, it muttered out, “It does seem to have lost its vigor …… or to have been suppressed by you, but I can’t distinguish it clearly, I am a Profound Demon, and I have an inseparable connection with the Profound Holy Lord, and there …… is only endless shadows and pressure in my eyes.”
“It may indeed have something to do with your constitution,” Duncan said, already snapping the lid of the tobacco box back on, and casually tucking the item into his pocket again – noting that Dog’s state had visibly relaxed as he did so. “You might feel better if I put it away for a while.”
“Thank …… you, Captain,” Dog finally shivered a little lighter as he staggered to his feet, but still looked at Duncan’s pockets in shock, “You were saying . . that this flesh and blood was brought from the deepest part of the Obsidian?”
“Yes, and from the mouth of a mortal,” Duncan sighed softly, relating what had happened after Dog and Sherry had been returned to the Lost Country, “…… It was in the mouth of Christo Barberi that we found this sample of flesh and blood.”
After hearing the full story of what happened, Dog’s shock was overwhelming.
It raised its head, locked eyes with Shirley, and proceeded to remain silent for a half-minute, and then an unknown amount of time passed before Shirley smacked her lips to break the silence, “Do you mean to say that …… the captain named Christo… . bit off a piece of flesh from a god on his deathbed …… That said, does the Profound Holy Lord count as a god?”
“To mortals, there is no difference, ‘just like a god’ is an extremely broad concept,” Dog spoke in a solemn tone, slowly shaking his head, “I …… still can’t believe it, completely unable to imagine how he did it – mortals simply don’t even have the power to move a single finger in front of the Profound Holy Lord, let alone fight or counterattack …… What’s more, how did he meet the Profound Holy Lord? ”
“The Obsidian once entered the Profound Deep?” Duncan frowned instantly, “It didn’t sink continuously in the reality dimension after sinking in the Frost’s outer sea, but was teleported away? Or does …… the deep waters of the Frost actually lead to the realm of the Phantom Demon?”
“I don’t think it’s likely,” Dog immediately shook his head, “I’ve never heard of any place in the Profound Deep Sea that’s directly connected to the Reality Dimension, and if there really was a leak between the two places, six years would have passed, and the Frost City-State should have been torn apart by the demons that poured out of it long ago, I’m afraid –The sinking of the Obsidian was six years ago.”
Duncan mused slightly.
But the information he possessed now was really too little, and even if he pondered and speculated any more, it was still difficult to find a reasonable explanation.
Only one thing is certain: the piece of “flesh and blood” brought out from the Obsidian ship is a rather dangerous thing, and it seems best not to take it out casually.
Of course, he also considered whether to torch the flesh or stuff it into the Lost Country’s main gun and shoot it out – based on the feedback he felt after touching the flesh, Duncan thought that it could also be burned as “transcendent firewood” by the Spirit Fire! But after weighing his options, he decided to keep it for now.
What if it could come in handy in the future?
While thinking about this, Duncan’s attention fell back on Dog.
This profound hound had slowed down for a while, and consciously refrained from paying attention to the location of the “Holy Lord’s flesh and blood”, and now seemed to be in a much better state.
“Are the other demons like you?”
“Huh?” Dog didn’t react for a moment, “You mean ……”
“All of the Profound Demons come from the ‘Sacred Lord’, and you once told me that the habitat of the more powerful Profound Demons like yourself is even right next to the ‘Sacred Lord’,” Duncan gazed at Dog’s blood-colored sockets of his eyes, “but this is how you reacted after being near the scent of the Holy Lord of the Spectres – so how do you normally live next to the Holy Lord? just shiver every day?”
A Dog was obviously stunned, probably not realizing that the Captain’s imagination could be so leaping and specific, but after a moment of silence, it shook its head and said frankly, “Normal Profound Demons …… don’t react the way I do.”
“Hmm?”
“Sanity is a prerequisite for madness,” Dog sighed, “It takes intelligence to understand fear, and humanity to discern bestiality – I deviated from the ‘trajectory’ of a normal Profound Demon ‘ and disqualified myself from approaching the Holy Lord of the Profound.”
Shirley on the side blinked and suddenly reacted, “Did you just say something very philosophical, Dog?!”
“Sanity is the prerequisite for madness ……,” Duncan ignored Sherry’s staggering, and just murmured thoughtfully, “So, you are now neither able to return to your ‘hometown’ ‘, yet you can’t sever the connection with the Profound Holy Lord, you can’t get close to the Holy Lord’s scent any more, yet you’re keenly aware of it?”
Dog hugged his head and sighed, “…… That’s pretty much it.”
“Then you’re miserable enough.”
Dog’s voice seemed to be on the verge of tears, “Under normal circumstances there wouldn’t be someone suddenly holding a piece of Holy Lord’s flesh and blood in front of me and squeezing it …… This is a safe and stable reality dimension!”
“That’s my fault,” Duncan apologized sincerely, “I didn’t think of it before.” “Don’t, don’t, don’t, don’t, don’t, don’t, don’t, don’t, don’t, don’t apologize!” Dog was instantly a bit shocked, and scuffed up a few times to get under the table, “You make a casual apology, and maybe I’ll get caught up in subspace again ……”
“…… Well,” Duncan stayed, his face could not help but show an odd smile, then shook his head, turned around and prepared to leave, “Then I’ll leave you alone for now, you go on reading.”
Shirley hurriedly got up to see her off, but Duncan suddenly stopped again and twisted his head to look at her.
“You learn from Dog as well, now he can even read elementary school initiation stories, you can still spell your own name five times and still get it wrong three times, don’t you feel embarrassed?”
Shirley rationalized, “Ah Dog is a demon chasing knowledge, it’s normal for him to be a good learner! How can I compare to him?”
“First of all, that’s not how you use the words ‘chasing knowledge’, and secondly, even if Dog is a demon chasing knowledge – you don’t go around knowledge all day long,” Duncan said in a tone of helplessness. “We’re going to have to schedule a test for you in a couple days, I want to see just how much you usually learn.”
With those words, he turned and left the room, closing the door behind him.
After waiting in the doorway for a few seconds or so, Sherry’s mournful cries and curses rang out as expected.
A pleasant smile appeared on Duncan’s face.
He stepped away and headed in the direction of the captain’s cabin.
……
The night was deepening.
Inside the home port of the Sea Mist Fleet, which was blocked and hidden by mists, ice floes, and weird turbulence, Tirian was walking slowly on the path at the edge of the harbor.
The cold night wind came from the direction of the sea, the sound of breaking waves lapping against the shore undulated endlessly, the cold and obscure light of the World Creation infiltrated the entire island, and in the distant air, the boisterous and boisterous movement in the harbor square could still be vaguely heard.
Sailors were partying, dispelling the hollow of the dead stranded on earth with wine, tobacco, and loud musical instruments, and consuming their cold, boundless energies with all-night clamor – but it was still too rowdy for Tirion.
It was not conducive to calm reflection.
Another footstep followed him.
It was his loyal first mate, Aiden – who still smelled like a piece of bacon now, with the added flavors of cinnamon and cloves.
The smell made Tirian wonder how much more fancy the Prendergans were in the field of tobacco.
“You could have gone to the party in the square,” Tirian snapped, “there’s no need to accompany me on a walk through this cold place.”
“I’ll wait for the after-midnight one,” said Aiden, “they’ve got twelve badica dancers from over at Cold Harbor-that one’s strong.”
“……”
“Captain?”
“Dancing on a pirate island occupied by the living dead on such a cold day, and for the second half of the night – what kind of damned price are you offering, honestly?”
“Not much, really,” Aiden said with a grin, rubbing his shiny head, “The Sea Raven happened to save the ship of Martin the Machete last week when she went out on a business trip, and as you know, Martin controls a quarter of the theater in Cold Harbor. controls a quarter of Cold Harbor’s theaters and dance troupes ……”
Tirion: “……”
The Commander-in-Chief of the Sea Mist Fleet was silent for a few seconds in the night air, reaching up and pinching his brow, his expression regaining its composure after a few seconds.
“Let’s talk about the situation on Dagger Island.”
“Yes Captain.”
(End of chapter)