Chapter 600 The Mechanism of Awakening

Chapter 600 The Mechanism of Awakening

It was proven that what a true senior scholar thought of when thinking about a problem was truly different from ordinary people.

The question that Maurice threw out in his musings almost instantly lit up many people’s thoughts.

“A major premise is that the ‘desert’ that Vanna saw and the ‘forest’ that the others saw are both part of the Dream of the Nameless One, so under this major premise, these two ‘ places’ leave two possibilities,” said Maurice, sitting down on the sofa, and speaking slowly of his considerations, “Either, the ‘desert’ and the ‘forest’ were in the different places at the same moment, or, they are different moments in the same place – in any case, they should not be two completely separate systems, time and space, at least one of them should be connected.”

Nina struggled to follow the old man’s train of thought, and at this point asked with sudden curiosity, “Why can’t they be both different places and different moments?”

“Just because they’re in the same ‘dream’,” Morris explained, “There can’t be two or more completely separate space-time systems in a single dream, or else they’d be two unconnected dreams –at least, the body of knowledge I have at present does not support this hypothesis.”

“Oh ……,” Nina gave a long “oh” and nodded her head as if she understood.

Duncan, on the other hand, was still thinking about the two scenarios that Maurice had just proposed, deducing in his mind what known clues corresponded to the two models of “different moments in the same place” and “different places in the same moment”, and after a while, he put aside this complicated question for the time being, and opened his mouth. After a while, he put this complicated issue aside and said, “Let me remind you, besides the ‘desert’ and ‘forest’, there is actually a ‘place’ that strays from the boundary of reality, which is not in the dream. ‘, which is not in the dream realm, but apparently is also part of the Dream of the Nameless One.”

“…… that dark space filled with mist, the reflection of the Lost Country sailing in it,” Morris immediately said with a straight face, “I have also been thinking about this question, that dark mist you saw actually corresponds to which part of the Dream of the Nameless One? What part of the Dream of the Nameless One does it correspond to?

“The most probable guess at the moment is that it is located at the border of the ‘Will Wake’, and the fact that you could touch the echoes of Silentis on that Lost Country ship but could not see directly into the dream realm is very much in line with the characteristics of the Dream’s border, except that it is obvious that the Dream of the Nameless One’s ‘border’ is quite large, so much so that it even allows a ship to drift aimlessly through it ……”

Duncan recalled the “stream of light” he had seen on the Reflection Lost Country, and the voice he had heard from Silentis in that stream of light, and gradually wore a thoughtful expression.

Reflection of the Lost Country is the dream of the goat’s head, it sails on the border of Silentis’ dream, Silentis seems to have been waiting for Sasloca there, but the goat’s head in the dream tells Duncan that Sasloca is dead, died a long, long time ago. ……

After a few moments of contemplation, Duncan shook his head, and then, immediately afterward, he noticed a small incongruity in the scene, and his eyes couldn’t help but fall on Lucrecia, “Where’s the rabbi?”

“You finally noticed,” Lucrecia said with a small smile on her face, “The rabbi has not returned, it has jumped into other dreams and should still be chasing those prey at this moment.”

Duncan was stunned for a split second before reacting to what Lucrecia meant by that statement.

That creepy rabbit doll had actually tracked down those cultists?

“It will burrow through the nightmares of those cultists and then leave coordinates in the real world sufficient to summon you, and I have instructed the rabbit to stay alive,” Lucrecia continued, “Rest assured that it is still reliable in such matters.”

Duncan nodded slowly.

And just then, as if he had suddenly heard something again, he frowned slightly and looked aside to the coffee table.

He reached out his hand and flicked it across the coffee table desktop, and ghostly green flames spread across the table like a phantom, and a mirror-like texture suddenly appeared in the outlines outlined by the flames – Agatha’s silhouette gradually emerged from the mirror.

“Agatha,” Duncan said as he looked at the lady emerging from the mirror, “Is there a situation on the ship?”

“I may have found the cause of this ‘awakening’ of the Nameless One’s Dream, in the First Mate,” Agatha nodded and said quickly, “I would like you to come back, if you can. ”

……

In the waters surrounding Lightwind Harbor, a flaming doorway suddenly opened on the deck of the Lost Country, which was sailing through the mists, and then the figures of Duncan and Alice stepped through the door.

Duncan glanced back at Alice, who had followed him back.

The figure very rightfully followed her, and at this time, when she saw Duncan looking at her, she just flashed her signature smile with a happy face, “Heh heh – I’m following again!”

Duncan sighed helplessly and waved his hand at the mannequin, “Fine, I’ll go to the captain’s cabin to see what’s going on, and you make another trip to the cabin where the food is stored, and check out those barrels that were in trouble earlier.”

“Oi! Okay Captain!”

Alice left happily, as if with a great sense of mission, while Duncan watched the mannequin leave, then he pulled the corner of his mouth and stepped in the direction of the captain’s cabin. As soon as he opened the door, he saw the goat’s head on the edge of the nautical table turn its head quickly, its dark obsidian eyes staring straight at him, and on the wall not far from him, in the quaint oval mirror, was Agatha’s silhouette – for some reason, this always calm and reliable ” The always calm and reliable ” Gatekeeper ” lady was wearing a tired and even hopeless expression at this time.

Duncan froze when he saw Agatha’s tired face, but before he could open his mouth to inquire about the situation, he heard the goat’s head’s raucous voice suddenly ringing out:
“At last you have arrived, Captain! Your loyal following omitted waiting for a long time ah! Is it true what Agatha said? Did the dream of the Nameless One reappear last night? And you saw that goat’s head that looks just like mine? She also said that the strange ship Lost Country came out of my dream, but I didn’t know that I could dream. She also said that the Dream of the Nameless One was awakened because of my ‘jolt’ and that it interrupted your actions, but I don’t know what happened. You have to believe me. I really didn’t try to hide anything from anyone. ……”

Duncan felt for a moment almost as if the buzzing and rumbling of the noise had coalesced into a wall of substance that came crashing down on him, the chattering and movement roaring like drilling in his ears and eyes, and instantly his mind began to buzz, and it wasn’t until a few moments later that he snapped out of it, reaching out with a quick wave of his hand, “Stop! Shut up!”

The goat-head stopped in an instant, but there was an eerie “crunch” where his neck connected to the base – almost as if the previous barrage of chatter had been so powerful that the brakes on the conversation were now making a noise.

Then Duncan heard Agatha’s sigh as if she’d been pardoned from the mirror next to him, “It’s finally over ……”

Duncan gave the lady in the mirror an odd look.

“As you instructed, I didn’t hide what happened last night from the First Mate,” Agatha reported to the Captain with a weary look on her face, “and then it did this – it was chanting to me non-stop until you came, and everywhere I hid Everywhere I hide, I can hear it chanting, chanting, chanting …… I met an undead in the Frost Cemetery who was framed for the death of his family and died in vain for three days, and then swindled up because of his grievances, but not as much as it can chant! Its one-minute movement is even more than twenty old women who complained about the price of bread in the civic center!”

Agatha said this, and added sadly, “And it’s no use me telling it to shut up! It only listens to you on this one!”

Duncan finally understood what happened to Agatha’s expression of “I might as well have died in the Frost Underground Cavern” when she entered the door just now.

It took him a great deal of effort to control his expression, and he tried to put on a stern face and relieved the other party, “…… You’ve worked hard.”

Agatha sighed, her figure in the mirror splitting into several pieces straight away, signaling that she was cracking up and didn’t want to think or respond anymore.

Duncan: “……”

He thought he probably shouldn’t instill too many odd concepts with his crew, they were simply more abstract than abstract when it came to executing certain abstract words.

Ignoring Agatha, who was in a cracked state, Duncan returned his gaze to the goathead.

The dark wooden statue was looking straight at him, perhaps because it was holding back so many words that its hard, wooden face looked a little twisted.

“Don’t say too much nonsense,” Duncan emphasized before speaking with a serious face, “and secondly, what Agatha says is true.”

Goathead’s head twitched and he opened his mouth several times before finally stifling the words, “I …… really did turn the Lost Country’s reflection into the ship you saw in that dark space in my sleep?”

“Or to put it another way,” Duncan gazed calmly into Goathead’s eyes, “When night falls on Lightwind Harbor, your dreams sail across the border of the Dream of the Nameless One.”

Goathead’s head creaked and bobbed, it looked unusually torn, “But I really don’t know …… I was just awake at the helm, and the charts record the Lost Country’s cruising path without deviation from my memory …… “

Agatha’s voice suddenly came from the side: “Then how do you explain that ‘jolt’ you had when the morning came?”

The goat-head didn’t speak.

Duncan, on the other hand, looked up at the oval mirror on the wall.

Agatha, who had been cracking up a moment ago, had by now recovered and was looking this way with a serious expression on her face.

“I came back here first thing after I got out of the Dream of the Nameless One,” said Agatha, “and I saw a glimpse of the first mate startlingly awakening from some sort of …… trance; it said it was going off, but I am certain that the Lost Country’s reflection was restored the moment it ‘woke up’ – which, if I’m not mistaken, would be the reason why the Dream of the Nameless One was ‘awakened’ this time.

“So I guess, whether it’s Silentis or the ‘First Mate’, as long as one of them wakes up with a start, the Dream of the Nameless One will end.”

(End of chapter)