Chapter 605 – Duncan’s solution to the problem
Chapter 605 – Duncan’s Problem Solving Ideas
The image in the mirror faded away, but Duncan remained standing in front of it, lost in deep thought for a long time.
He did not hide the situation of his “incarnation” from Lucrecia, nor did he hide the power related to his incarnation – his “messenger” Ai can be in the “beacon” composed of his incarnation. His “messenger” Aey could move quickly between the “beacons” formed by his avatars, and his power and main consciousness could also switch between avatars instantly, this kind of ability was powerful and convenient, but in the Light Wind Harbor, he had not arranged for such “avatars”.
One of the reasons was of course because he hadn’t found a “suitable” carrier, but the more important reason was that he hadn’t told anyone about it.
He looked at the mirror in front of him, scrutinizing his current appearance.
I do not know when, he has completely adapted to this once unfamiliar face, this powerful body, this majestic and gloomy appearance …… has become his living in this world “code name”.
A soul named “Zhou Ming” occupies this body, just like the other two bodies of Prand and Frost, and with the passage of time, he has adapted, adapted very well.
And he believed that even if there were new, long-term “incarnations”, he would soon adapt, whether it was one or ten, or even more, he could “adapt”.
He found that his mind is far more tough and …… eccentric than he thought, and controlling multiple identities and multiple lives at the same time doesn’t bring too much burden to himself, and the schizophrenia and personality disorder problems that he once feared haven’t appeared either.
But he still subconsciously controlled his new “incarnation” of the impulse to control the idea of looking for a corpse in the light wind harbor as a “beacon”.
Duncan’s fear was not that he would lose himself in too many incarnations – he knew that the residual emotions and memories he read while occupying these bodies would have little effect on him, and that those weak wills would not be able to shake his spirit in the slightest.
He was worried about something else.
If he gradually made “occupying corpses” a habit, and regarded controlling multiple destinies as an insignificant “way of doing things”, perhaps one day, something worse than “losing himself” would happen – something worse than “losing himself”. Perhaps one day, something worse than “losing oneself” will happen – after he has taken over dozens or hundreds of living lives, will he still be able to take the “aftermath” of those incarnations as seriously as he does now?
At that point, the next “Nina” may appear, but he will no longer be a conscientious “Uncle Duncan”.
Humanity can pass unnoticed.
So after realizing this, he decided to be extra cautious about the issue of “new incarnations” in the future – unless the situation was really appropriate or extremely necessary.
Of course, temporarily occupying the bodies of certain cultists for investigative purposes was not within the scope of his caution – it was a one-time “daily throwaway” consumable.
A thin layer of black smoke appeared in the mirror, and Agatha’s figure appeared in the depths of the smoke.
Seeing the Captain looking in the mirror, Agatha shrank back, shrinking her image to a corner of the mirror, and then looked at Duncan: “Are you still thinking about the ‘advice’ Ms. Lucrecia just gave you?”
“…… Perhaps she has some misgivings about me up to this point,” Duncan sighed softly, “There was more than a little bit of tentativeness in her suggestion, but that’s not what I’m thinking about right now.”
Agatha nodded and didn’t press the matter, instead changing the subject smoothly, “What do we have planned next?”
“It’s simple, the Lost Country side of the ship will continue to sail north until it crosses the northern channel of Lightwind Harbor, to see if the Dream of the Nameless One will still appear after pulling away such a long distance, to see if that Reflection Lost Country ship will still appear in Silantis’s dream, and Vanna and the others will continue to act as previously planned- -The most notable concern right now is on the Rabbi’s side, that rabbit is lurking on the ships of the Annihilationists, and thoseists will be holding a rally before nightfall today, and I’m curious …… what they’re going to do at the rally.”
While speaking, Duncan exhaled softly with a hint of anticipation in his expression, “Next, we’ll wait for another message from Lucrecia’s side.”
Agatha listened silently, waiting for the captain to finish before she couldn’t help but ask a question she had been curious about for a long time, “Then if the Dream of the Nameless One does reappear unaffected, how are you going to travel to that ‘Reflection Lost Country’ ship sailing in the dark mists again? Your main body stays on the ship at the moment, and that ‘vine’ will only appear in Lightwind Harbor ……”
Duncan smiled and looked at Agatha in the corner of the mirror, “Do you remember, the last time the Dream of the Nameless One ended prematurely, it was because I touched the vine from the real world to enter that dark space, and took the helm of the Reflection Lost Country ship as an ‘outsider’, and after returning to reality, I told you I had a thought to solve the problem.”
Agatha frowned, puzzled, “The thought you speak of ……”
Duncan smiled and turned his head to look out the window next to him, while in the mirror in front of him, he slowly lowered his head to look at Agatha, who was in the same mirror as himself.
Duncan in the mirror bent down and touched his finger to Agatha, who had shrunk her image and was now roughly the size of the palm of her hand, “That’s my train of thought.”
Agatha was momentarily stunned as she looked up in the mirror world at the Captain, who had also entered the mirror world, and froze for two or three seconds before finally letting out a soft exclamation of surprise – and then cracking up.
Duncan in the mirror sighed helplessly and bent down to pick Agatha up piece by piece, chanting as he pieced it together, “You should try to face life on this ship with a more flexible mindset, and learn more from Maurice or Vanna on the adaptability piece – the former is even now able to accept the Shirley’s workbook now ……”
……
Lucrecia sat in front of the mirror and fumed for a while, and after an unknown amount of time, she heard the rabbit rabbi’s voice from the crystal ball not far from her side: “Mistress, are you worried that the old master is angry with you?” Lucrecia turned her head, “Why do you say that?”
“Because what you suggested at the end was like testing the old master, testing if he really maintains the perception and ‘humanity’ of a normal human being, the old master might care about this ……”
“I didn’t mean to test father, I just …… didn’t think about it that much,” Lucrecia said casually, but immediately after that, she frowned, looking at the light phantom that emerged from the crystal ball, “It’s you, who actually have the leisure to listen to the conversation between my father and I – it sounds like you’re quite idle.”
“Rabbi is relieving stress, Rabbi is in danger~~Rabbi has to be in the best condition to fulfill the task commanded by Mistress~~” the shrill and obnoxious accent of the rabbit doll immediately came from the crystal ball, “There are only horrible cultists here, they are stupid and ugly, Rabbi has to talk to Mistress Talk to them, so that he can control his state and avoid ~eating them~ all up~.”
Lucrecia ignores the outrageously bizarre parts of the rabbi’s words and says expressionlessly, “Whatever, I don’t care how you’re planning on accomplishing your mission, and don’t expect me to come to your rescue if that ‘saint’ does find out anyway.”
“But Mistress will come, Rabbi knows that~~ You will retrieve Rabbi from the spirit world again and sew Rabbi into a new rag doll~~ Can it be a bear next time?”
“That’s a lot of crap.” Lucrecia casually tapped the crystal ball.
The rabbit finally quieted down.
……
The huge Vision 001 was gradually sinking, the sunlight transformed into a brilliant evening sunset across the waves, and the rays of light pouring in through the window appeared to be gentle, and after a whole day’s worth of repairs, the Condemned Bird’s condition had finally improved quite a bit.
The time for the rally was almost upon us, and the occasional footsteps could now be heard from outside the cabin, and the sounds of compatriots greeting each other.
The tall, thin man with a shady face rose from his bed and listened to the commotion outside.
He had been lying in this bed for almost the entire day to adjust himself and the suicidal bird, and now he had had enough.
The Annihilationist named Richard let out a long breath and went to the closet in the corner, from which he took out the black hooded robe he was to wear to the rally.
He didn’t really like these robes – although most Darkists were used to dressing this way and believed that such clothing that covered the whole body helped to calm the spirit and helped to approach the Lord’s enlightenment in contemplation, he had never felt that way.
The robes were uncomfortable to wear, and not at all suitable for movement in the city-state, with an old-fashioned, stubborn quality that made one feel like one of those exiled prisoners who had been slowly rotting away in a hole in the ground for hundreds of years, and whose “spirit-soothing” effects were laughable- -What does a true devotee need?
Why would a true devotee need a robe to focus his mind on the Lord?
But now Richard found he was beginning to like it.
It didn’t feel so bad to be covering his whole body among his fellow citizens.
He draped the robe over his body and pulled the hood down as low as it would go until it covered his eyes – and with the feeling of reassurance floating over him, he sighed softly, then stepped to the door.
Before he pushed open the door to his room, a breeze picked up abruptly in the cabin, and it seemed as if a lithe body bounced and swooped in, and Richard felt his body sink slightly, as if something was hanging on his shoulders.
A light, thin voice said in his ear, “You have taken the rabbi s cotton …… Now, let us depart.”
“Yes, let’s get going.”
Richard muttered softly, accompanied by a tremor in his vocal cords and windpipe, as if he felt something tickling in his chest, warm and soft ……
It was just cotton.
Cotton was growing.
He smiled reassuringly and reached out to open the door to his room.
Figures clad in the same black hooded robes were walking down the corridor to the assembly grounds located deep within the cabin, talking in low voices and discussing news of the Dream of the Nameless One, the Saints, the Allies, and the Final Preacher.
Then Richard and the rabbi set off.
(Requesting monthly votes!)
(End of chapter)