Chapter 665: “Goat’s Head”

Chapter 665 “Goat Head”

Duncan looked at the goat’s head in the wooden box, while the goat’s head in the box met his gaze like a true wooden sculpture, all but lifeless and unresponsive.

Duncan wasn’t surprised – the moment Alice had sparingly arrived on deck with an unopenable wooden box that had obviously been discreetly sealed at one time or another, he had guessed that the box contained exactly what he was looking for.

After all, the Bean Beauty had to make up for the points she lacked in brains somewhere else, like hand strength, like optimism, and like good luck.

“Goat head hey!” Alice poked her head into the box and finally realized what she had retrieved so sparingly, and immediately stared in surprise, “That’s the one the cultists were holding? It really looks exactly like the goat’s head on the Lost Country ship!”

Duncan did not say anything, just carefully observed the details of this “Dreamland Skull”, on the side of the Lucrecia squatted down, with that small “baton” poked the goat head in the box, very good-looking eyebrows slightly wrinkled: “There’s no reaction …… nor can I see any ‘alive’ characteristics, and it doesn’t seem to emit any special aura?”

“Just like a real piece of wood,” Duncan nodded, reaching out to remove the carved goat’s head from the wooden box and holding it up and down in his hand, “…… was it this light.”

“Have you never removed the goat’s head from its base on the Lost Country?” Lucrecia glanced at Duncan with some surprise at that, “It just seemed to be sitting on the table ……”

“They are attached, the goat’s head is part of the Lost Country as a whole,” Duncan immediately shook his head, “While it’s head can be turned around, it isn’t removable from the table.”

Lucrecia was learning this detail for the first time, and seemed to find it rather unbelievable, while Alice next to her suddenly looked thoughtful after hearing the captain’s words, and immediately clapped her hands, “So that’s how it is!”

Duncan immediately turned his head, “Huh?”

“I’m telling you why the last time I tried to remove the first mate’s head from the table it resisted so much and gabbled a bunch of stuff to me, though I don’t remember what it was about ……”

Duncan was dumbfounded, “Why did you take the first mate’s head off the table?”

“I wanted to wipe the table,” Alice said with a matter-of-fact look on her face, “and by the way, I wanted to take it to the water room to wash it …… but I couldn’t take it off.”

Duncan: “……?”

He didn’t want to imagine what that scene was like anymore – thankfully the mannequin’s hands weren’t that strong! If this had been Vanna up there, I’m afraid Sasloca would have been dead for the third time ……

Lucrecia suddenly noticed the expression on her father’s face change rapidly a few times.

“What is wrong with you?” She couldn’t help but ask with concern.

“…… I don’t think I warned the others on the ship that the goathead’s head is fixed to the table can’t be taken off.”

“Ms. Vanna is a calm and collected person, she shouldn’t just enter your captain’s cabin.”

Duncan looked puzzled, “Why did you think of Vanna in the first place?”

Lucrecia froze for two seconds and gave Duncan a somewhat odd expression, “And who did you think of?”

Duncan thought for a moment, and decided it was better not to continue discussing this topic that was getting more and more harmonized – he once again focused on the “Dreaming Skull” in front of him.

“This should indeed be another fragment of Sasloca, or the cultists would not have been so careful to seal it away, but there are also differences between fragments and shards, and not every ‘goat’s head’ has its sanity intact.”

As he spoke, he placed the dark, carved wooden goat’s head back into the box and snapped the lid back on – Anomaly 132 immediately took it upon himself to jump up from the deck beside him and hang on to the locking clasp of the wooden box, locking himself in place with a click.

“I’m going to send this back to the Lost Country first, and see what happens when I put it with the goat head on the ship.”

“Hey, are we going back?” Alice immediately responded, looking curiously out to sea in the distance as she followed Duncan to his feet, “I thought we were going to follow this ship directly to the blah blah blah …… ‘home port’. ”

It was Lucrecia who answered her, “It’s still far from the border, and it will take about a week for this ship to reach the vicinity of the ‘Curtain’ even at its highest speed – we don’t need to stay in this ship for such a long period of time,” she said. ‘Ghost Ship’ that’s already nearly totaled.”

“Well,” Duncan added with a nod, “we can take this time to first move those survivors in the prison to the city-state, and then if we get the chance, contact the Church of the Four Gods, perhaps they too would be interested in a cult lair hidden in the mists of the border, besides there’s also this ‘goat’s head’ in a box …… There’s a lot to do.”

“You can go ahead and I’ll take care of the aftermath here,” Lucrecia volunteered, “I have more …… ‘aftermath experience’ in that area ‘.”

Duncan just nodded gently and didn’t say anything more.

He knew that as a “witch” who had been wandering in the boundless sea for a century, Lucrecia’s experience had already been far from ordinary, the city-state that suffered a disaster, the exploring team that fell into trouble, the evil sea ship, as well as the kidnapped and sacrificed victims of the evil cult – all of these to her had already been a long time ago. For her, these are “experiences” that she has already dealt with.

She knew what to do with survivors who were on the verge of physical and mental collapse.

“Alice and I will return to the Lost Country first,” Duncan nodded to Lucrecia, and then patted the railing beside him, “This ship will return to its home port on its own, so don’t worry about it, and after you’re done here, you’ll leave the ‘artificial beacon’ on board. ‘ on board so that I can monitor the status of this ship at all times and return here when the time is right.” Lucrecia lowered her head, “I understand.”

The sound of crackling flames leaping across the deck rang out of nowhere, and when she looked up again, a revolving flaming doorway had appeared in front of her.

Alice was the first to step into the swirling flames, clutching the large wooden box (and her string of “trophies”), followed by Duncan, who waved his hand in the direction of the door, and his spirit-flame-burning body disappeared inside the doorway in the blink of an eye, transforming into a stream of fire.

On the other hand, where Duncan originally stood, a ball of residual fire was still burning calmly in mid-air, and gradually contracted, dimmed, and soon transformed into a palm-sized magical item and fell to the deck.

That was the artificial beacon made by the “Witch of the Sea”.

Lucrecia stepped forward and picked up the “beacon” from the deck.

It was a small puppet – carved from a piece of wood from the side of the Lost Country, with a strand of Duncan’s hair tucked inside, and roughly carved in the likeness of Duncan, in his old-time captain’s uniform, grim captain’s hat, and majestic beard.

The overall look of the puppet looks more than a little exaggerated, but exaggerated in just the right way.

Lucrecia had spent the night making the puppet – not a complicated task for a witch who had made an entire legion of Servants – and this incredible magical artifact was able to hold an ounce of her father’s power! -although the “capacity” was very small, it was enough to replace the human body, allowing Father to open the flaming gates near the location of the beacon, without increasing the number of “incarnations”! The “capacity” is small enough to replace a human body, which would allow Father to open the Flame Gate near the location of the Beacon without increasing the “incarnation”.

Her father did not want to take up more shells to make “avatars” – for Lucrecia this was a good thing, and for this reason she was happy to use her expertise to help her father with the “inconveniences of life” that this would bring. inconvenience”.

On the deck, the flames of the flaming doorway faded.

Lucrecia took the little Duncan-looking puppet and held it up in the sunlight for a moment, looking from side to side, then suddenly darting from side to side as if she were a thief.

There was no one else here, of course.

So the Witch withdrew her gaze, stepped into a corner, hesitated for a moment, and reached out to poke the puppet in the head.

The puppet did not react.

She reached out again, poked at the puppet’s beard, poked at the exaggerated captain’s hat – and laughed, a somewhat pleasant expression growing on her face.

The puppet suddenly looked up and made a helpless sound, “Was that fun?”

Lucrecia: “……”

A few moments later, Rabbi Rabbit, who was emerging from the cabin to get a report from his mistress on what was going on, heard a shriek that he had never heard before in his life, and that resonated throughout the deck.

……

The clanking sound of metal clashing broke the calm on the deck of the Lost Country.

Duncan glanced helplessly at Alice, who was walking around the deck with her “booty”, “Give me the box – you can take your ‘booty’ to the galley first. ‘ to the kitchen.”

“Oh!”

The mannequin agreed happily, and casually handed Duncan the wooden box containing the Dreaming Skull, while she herself made her way to the kitchen, accompanied by the sound of clanking all the way to the kitchen.

The noise of kitchen knives, spatulas and iron spoons finally faded away.

Duncan, holding the wooden box containing the “Dreaming Skull”, looked at Alice’s back as she happily left, and sensed the message from the artificial beacon in a distant unknown sea, his face gradually revealed a subtle but helpless expression, shaking his head with a laugh and a sigh.

“…… Never mind, just be happy.”

He turned towards the aft deck, and just as soon as he reached the door of the captain’s cabin, he immediately met the sight of Goathead.

It seemed that Goathead had already turned his gaze to the doorway before he opened it – the obsidian orbs were now deep, and for the first time, the normally rambling “first mate” didn’t recite his mind-numbing For the first time, the normally rambling First Mate did not deliver his mind-numbing introductory speech, his gaze fixed on the wooden box Duncan held in his hand, as if he had a premonition of what it was.

“It looks like you sensed it,” Duncan said as he walked towards the nautical table and placed the large wooden box in his hands on the table, “I’ve brought you a gift.”

(End of chapter)