Chapter 583 – Gradually Converging Intelligence
Chapter 583 – Gradually Gathering Intelligence
Listening to these words and phrases recorded by Maurice from a certain ancient elven narrative poem, Duncan gradually showed a thoughtful expression.
“Due to their long history and spanning the Dark Ages before the Age of City States, these sentences have been transcribed from ancient languages and restored and supplemented by later scholars, and they may not be one hundred percent restored to the original form of the record, but I believe that they are still quite significant,” Maurice added, “and are useful for us to understand the Creation Dream and the current phenomenon of the ‘Dream of the Nameless One’ should be very helpful.”
Duncan rubbed his chin as he pondered, “Sasloca creates all things in a dream, but does not know what the dream is …… How do you think that phrase should be interpreted?”
Maurice thought for a moment, “As I understand it, it may refer to the difference between the gods’ perspective of observing the world and that of mortals, or a certain specificity of Sasloca, the ‘original dreamer’ in the creation myth of the elves- -For a god who wanders in the dream world, perhaps the boundary between dream and reality is meaningless? To Him, perhaps the real world is also nothing more than a dream world that can be modified at any time, and the dream world can be used to replace reality at any time, hence why He ‘doesn’t know what a dream is’ ……”
“That’s one of …… the more plausible explanations,” Duncan nodded slowly, “What about the sentence that follows?”
“Regarding the latter two sentences, scholars among the elves have actually interpreted them,” Maurice replied, “They believe that they refer to the fact that the Archdemon God Sasloca one day learned that the ‘elves’ he had created had a different perception of the dream world world differently, and thus wondered for the first time about the border between reality and the dream world, which may have been a ‘crisis’ in which Sasloka almost ‘woke up’, and in this unstable state he created the elves among the ‘Dreamless’.”
“The Dreamless ……,” Duncan nodded slightly, “I recall that the elves viewed this as a birth defect.”
“Yes, that corroborates with the legend – the Dreamless are born at a time when the state of Sasloca is unstable, they are the result of the Creator’s ‘trance’, and as such they are flawed, and for life are unable to enter the ‘Dreamland’, however ……”
Maurice paused at this point, and after a brief reminiscence continued, “But because of this, in a very few legends, there are also claims that Sasloka is the protector of the ‘dreamless’ – but this interpretation has very little acceptance in the Elven society is poorly recognized; in modern times it’s a bit better, in ancient times it’s basically a deviation from the norm.”
“Sasloca is the protector god of the dreamless ……” muttered Vanna from the sidelines, “If I’m not mistaken, this would have been put forward when the group of dreamless who were discriminated against and oppressed by the society hugged each other in the beginning –perhaps initially just to find a spiritual support for their group.”
“Indeed,” Morris nodded, “this expression first appeared in the Dark Ages, circulating on certain ‘islands of exile’ under the control of the elven city-states- -The elves of that time believed that the ‘dreamless’ were cursed, and that the latter’s birth defects caused ‘great voids’ in the dream world, inviting nightmares and devouring shadows, and exiled their defective compatriots to isolated islands on the edge of the civilized world. on isolated islands at the edge of civilized worlds ……
“In those settlements, far from the core of civilization, the original saying about ‘Sasloca being the protector of the dreamless’ emerged, and the exiles used it as a means of support to get through the long, difficult nights.
“Later, with the development of the times and the gradual expansion of the influence of the belief in the four gods, as well as the gradual rise of the exile lands themselves, this practice of exile was gradually abolished, and the ‘special culture’ that had been born in the exile lands was then returned to the mainstream society of the elves, but it was clear that, although the mainstream society was able to embrace once-exiled compatriots, it cannot accept their ‘deviant’ cultures ……”
Duncan listened in silence, his mind couldn’t help but connect this information with the unusual events that had recently occurred in Lightwind Harbor as well as the clues of the clues – the information reorganized itself in his mind, and vaguely, he felt as if he was about to touch that most crucial of all chains of logic.
But he still lacked some more effective reference, some more useful intelligence ……
In the midst of his thoughts, a familiar aura suddenly appeared in his perception.
The sound of a servant opening the door and greeting came from the direction of the foyer, followed by footsteps, and a moment later, Lucrecia’s figure appeared in the living room.
The clockwork doll Luni, on the other hand, followed behind Lucrecia – the maid-dressed clockwork doll was also holding a particularly large, weirdly painted and frightening cloth rabbit doll in her arms.
In the next second, that weirdly painted and frightening rabbit doll suddenly moved, and then it quickly jumped from Luni’s arms to the ground, bouncing while making a shrill voice: “Finally, finally, finally, finally, finally, finally, finally, finally, finally, finally, finally, finally, finally, finally, finally, finally, finally, finally, finally, finally, finally, finally, finally, finally, finally, finally, finally! The rabbi is finally in town! The rabbi is going to make a big mess today ……”
Duncan looked at the bunny doll in silence as other eyes in the living room fell on the creepy bunny.
The weird doll that had been hopping around the living room announcing that it was going to make a big mess a second before instantly stood still, and slowly raised its head, its button studded eyes confirming the situation in the living room, and after two or three seconds it finally shivered, and then slowly walked over to the farthest corner of the wall away from Duncan, and with a ‘plop’, sat down, and began to pretend that it was a real rag doll. himself as a real rag doll.
Everything happened so fast that Nina and Shirley, who were sitting across from Duncan, didn’t even realize what was happening.
Two seconds later, Lucrecia’s voice finally broke the silence in the living room, “Don’t worry about it, he’s not very honest sometimes, that’s why I don’t often take him into town.”
She then turned to Duncan and nodded with a small smile, “But with you here, the rabbi should be better behaved than ever.”
The mannequin Lunie came forward as well, bending and bowing before Duncan, “Good day, old master.”
After the greeting, the clockwork mannequin looked up as if searching around for something. “Alice is in the kitchen,” Duncan couldn’t help but smile, “Go ahead and look for her if you want.”
Lunie turned her head and checked with her Mistress again, and left the living room happily after receiving permission.
Duncan’s gaze then fell on Lucrecia, “Everything alright?”
“All is well, I have sought out Sara Meir, and then returned to the Radiant Star to mention what happened here to Tirian ……”
Listening to Lucrecia recount her actions of the day, Duncan nodded slightly before letting out a long breath.
“Good, I’ve got the basics, so since we’re all here now …… it’s time to tell you what I’ve found out here.”
Everyone in the living room immediately subconsciously adjusted their seating positions, and even Shirley, who had been napping a bit since a while ago, was instantly refreshed.
Because they heard something different from the captain’s tone.
Duncan did not sell, he quickly told the situation he had so far, especially about the “goat head” speculation.
However, he did not talk too much about the “details” of what was wrong with the Lost Country – because that part of the story would only increase the anxiety of the others, and at this stage would not help to solve the problem of the mutation in Lightwind Harbor.
The mere speculation of a possible connection between Goathead and Sasloca was enough to bring the entire living room to a dead silence.
No one at the scene spoke up for a long time after Duncan had finished the general situation.
The crowd looked at each other in dismay until Nina broke the silence, “That goathead …… who chatters incessantly all day long might have a connection with that ‘Great Demon God Sasloka’ in the elven legends? Isn’t that a bit ……”
“An outrageous guess, but there seem to be some clues pointing in that direction at the moment,” Duncan said with a serious expression, “The goathead itself is unclear about his origins, and the Lost Country ship, which sails through the mists and has an eerie atmosphere, just happens to be there in the middle of the night when the effects of the Dream of the Nameless One are at their strongest, and the On the door of the ship’s captain’s cabin were the words ‘May He wander in dreams’ – a phrase that was clearly linked to the old elven legends, plus the strange state of the ship’s suspicious ‘goat-head’ and its strange appearance. ‘ strange state and its odd reaction at the mention of Silentis …… this all cannot be a coincidence.”
Lucrecia’s expression changed rapidly, and a different kind of gloomy uneasiness surfaced in the bottom of her eyes, and she couldn’t help but look at her father several times more before she spoke hesitantly, “Goathead …… I remember you said that it was an existence from subspace… …Not to mention why the ‘God of Creation’ in the ancient legends of the elves would have turned into that appearance, even if the Goat’s Head was really related to ‘Sasloca’, how could the Lost Country ship… …”
She paused, seemingly unable to find the right words to continue, and it was several seconds before she continued, “And how did the Lost Country have anything to do with all of this?”
Duncan sensed the source of this uneasiness in Lucrecia.
She was talking about the Lost Country – yet all of her nervousness seemed to fall on herself.
“Don’t be afraid, Lucy, nothing has gotten out of control,” Duncan spoke slowly, his voice steady as if it carried a reassuring power, “There are so many secrets in subspace that even I can’t say how much of an effect it has had on the Lost Country, but one thing’s for sure: as long as I have my humanity left. That ship will not go out of control again, and I’m wide awake right now.”
“Yes, yes, yes,” Shirley hurriedly spoke up, she was tense from the shocking information she had just heard, and when she heard Duncan’s words, she immediately said, as if to boost her own courage, “With the captain, there’s nothing wrong with the ship, and the captain’s humane. ……”
Duncan: “……?”
Several lines of sight from the surrounding area instantly focused on Sherry, yet the latter hadn’t reacted yet and was still there saying, “The Lost Country is usually a bit of a strange place, but ……”
Dog finally came out of the shadows next to the couch and slapped a paw on Sherry’s head, “Just shut up!”
(End of chapter)