692. Unusual contact

Chapter 692 Unusual Contact

Ted Reel smoothly sat down next to Abnormal 077.

“Sure you don’t want some?” Anomaly 077 grinned and shook the bottle of beer in his hand again, then raised his hand to point to a corner, “I’ve got another bottle – it’s not good to miss out on this internally circulating goodness, and as far as I know, Lightwind Harbor doesn’t have it… …Try it, the alcohol might help if you’re still soaked in the chills of subspace.”

“…… Since you know so much about the ‘Saints’ then you should know that alcohol means nothing to me,” Ted Reel gave the dryad a look, then withdrew his gaze and shook his head, “There’s one thing I’m curious about.”

Anomaly 077 shrugged, “You ask, I don’t always answer.”

“…… How does an ‘anomaly’ with a complete mind like yours view this world?” Ted Riel asked seriously, then probably felt that this question was a bit abrupt, and added two more sentences after a little thought, “I’ve dealt with many people, and I’ve also come into contact with the thoughts about the world that many sages have left behind in their scrolls, and I understand the perspective of mortals, but when I see you, I’m suddenly a bit curious about what the world is in the eyes of an ‘abnormality’ like you who possesses a sense of reason. ‘ What does the world look like in the eyes of a person like you ……”

“Aha, such a philosophical question right off the bat, so worthy of being a Truth Keeper,” Abnormality 077 smacked his tongue, “But haven’t you seen Ms. Alice? Why don’t you ask her?”

Ted Ryer was silent for a moment, “…… I get the feeling she doesn’t have a view of the world.”

“…… Aha, then it seems you have indeed met Ms. Alice,” The Sailor laughed pleasantly, then took another swig of beer, letting the liquid patter on the deck while tilting his head, “But you haven’t met Ms. Alice.” The Sailor laughed pleasantly, then took another gulp of beer, letting it patter on the deck as he tilted his head back, “You ask me what I think? Then I think the world is simply ruined.”

Ted Ryer frowned subconsciously at the words.

“That’s what you’re asking, Mr. Secret Keeper,” noticing the change in Ted’s expression, the Sailor quirked his head and then turned his gaze to the sky once again, “And don’t you think? The sun has gone out twice, the city-state plagues have been repeated, the blasphemies and banishments continue to awaken and return, and to my eyes, the world is full of cracks, shadows, voids, and dying noises. …… You noble and stoic people – and I don’t mean to be sarcastic – you’re all day long. don’t mean to be sarcastic – all you think about all day long is mending the world, but think hard with your reasoning that belongs to the scholars …… Can it still be mended?”

Ted Reel frowned but didn’t respond, he didn’t expect that he would get such answers to a casual question he just asked out of curiosity, and the sailor’s attitude surprised him even more – these answers didn’t seem to be given casually, but rather after a long period of serious thinking, as if this “anomaly” had been given a long, long time ago. It was as if this “abnormality” had been observing and thinking about the world for a long, long time, and had come to a well-considered conclusion.

Anomaly 077 was not surprised by Ted’s silence.

“This world is coming to an end, Mr. Secret Keeper, as a ‘sailor’ I can smell the approaching storm better than you can, compared to hundreds of years ago, today’s world is riddled with fissures, like an old house broken through countless large holes, and the howling cold winds will destroy this the next time the holes are enlarged The next time the hole widens, the howling cold winds will destroy everything that is crumbling – your tinkering means nothing when the cornerstone is crumbling, painting the walls or gluing newspaper over the holes is just giving the people in the house a false moment of peace – prick up your ears, Mr. Secret Keeper, prick up your ears and listen carefully! ……”

The “sailor” came slowly up to him, and, putting one hand to his ear before Ted Ryer’s eyes, made a show of listening with a smiling expression on his face.

“Hear that? That hollow, shrill noise …… that wind blowing from subspace …… it passes through those holes, large and small, and vibrates at ranges inaudible to ordinary people, and I hear them all the time . . and now, you can, too.”

The faint noise echoed around them, and seemed to echo directly into the brain, low and faint, yet impossible to ignore its presence.

Ted Reel’s eyes widened slightly, fixing the sailor with a rather pressured gaze.

“Relax, Mr. Secret Keeper – that’s the way it is with subspace, a little bit of it and you’re stuck with it for life,” said the sailor, as if he didn’t care about the stare. He changed to a more comfortable sitting position, lazily leaning on a pile of ropes, “Although you incredibly escaped from that place – I’m not curious about what kind of ‘miracle’ saved you, but it’s obvious that subspace still left a mark on you. Subspace still left a bit of a mark on you …… Compared to the unlucky ones who accidentally glanced at Subspace and went crazy as monsters, that bit of impact is lucky.”

“…… That’s what a ‘sailor’ should know?”

“Yeah.” The Dryad nodded rightfully, apparently not caring in the slightest whether the others believed it or not.

Ted Ryer: “……”

The sailor, however, did not pay any attention to Ted’s reaction, the lurid dry corpse just adjusted the position he was leaning on again, letting himself lie more lazily and half-laid inside a pile of ropes, and then shook the bottle of wine while chanting, “Think about it, this is the way of the world, it’s a day to think about it, it’s a day not to think about it, there is a need to have a drink in your hand to enjoy yourself, and it’s a day to be able to mix it up, and now I’m I can’t go back to sleep, or I definitely want to sleep to the end of the world, but now this is also quite good, I’ll open my eyes and wait for the end of the world to come …….”

At this point, “Sailor” turned his head slightly and looked at Teddy Reel with a wry smile.

“As for you, Mr. Secret Keeper of Truth, you have your own business to attend to, and now it’s time to get back to it – get back to your job and keep tinkering with this rickety, broken house, which isn’t much use, but maybe . …The world is just moving forward day after day in this continuation of ‘nothing useful’ until a road suddenly appears at the end of the hollow …… At that point, all the mettling will make sense. ”

The low, chaotic noise spread from the depths of his mind once more, the after-effects of subspace causing Ted Reel to feel another trance, he felt as if something was wrong with his perception, but before he could figure out what was happening, a crackling noise suddenly came from a nearby deck, interrupting his thoughts.

He looked around at the sound and saw a clump of ghostly green flames rising up from the deck, which then burst into flames steeply and transformed into a revolving flaming doorway, while a giant bird with a burning skeleton rushed out of the doorway and circled above his head.

Ted was stunned for a moment, and just as he was about to say something, he felt a flash of light before his eyes, and he was already wrapped up in the burning monstrous bird and flying into the gateway.

The flaming doorway went out with a bang, and silence returned to the deck once again, as if what had just happened was just an illusion.

The sailor leaned against a pile of ropes, carrying a bottle of wine, while in the air not far away from him, a writhing shadow suddenly emerged.

The shadow quickly solidified, solidified, and began to take on contours and colors, and in almost a moment, the shadow transformed into an old man clad in a white, outdated robe with a wrinkled face.

The old man was slim and slightly stooped, as if he was a traveler who had already trekked for countless years on a long journey, and he stood amidst the cool light of the World Creation, the hazy shadows under his feet stretching out forward to cover the abnormality 077’s silhouette. After a moment of silence, the old man clad in tattered robes turned his head back, glanced deeply at the direction Ted Riel had left just a moment ago, and cooed softly, “…… Hollow ……”

In the next second, his figure abruptly disappeared into the wind, just like the phantom left by a period of wrong time in the previous second, disappearing without a trace in this second.

The sailor stirred for a moment, somewhat puzzled to raise his head, he sat up from the pile of ropes, first subconsciously brought the bottle in his hand to his mouth again and drank a mouthful, but immediately after that, he frowned: “How is it that this water doesn’t have any flavor ah ……”

In the next second, his gaze finally fell on the bottle in his hand.

“…… Crap!!!”

……

The grayish-white stone sphere with crater patterns on its surface was quietly suspended in the sea, the small research platform located at the waist of the sphere was bathed in light golden “sunlight”, and several elf scholars wearing researcher’s robes stood at the edge of the platform tautly, looking at the figure at the front of the platform with a little bit of trepidation and nervousness.

Alice was standing there, raising her head curiously in front of the stone sphere and observing this strange big thing.

Duncan pushed her head back down to her neck, “Stop playing with it – be careful of falling into the sea!”

“Oh oh ……” Alice suddenly shrunk her neck, while holding her head with two hands while blinking her eyes at the “stone ball” in front of her, and after studying it for half a day, she came up with a sentence. “I can not see anything ah ……”

“You didn’t hear or see any ‘extra information’ when you approached the ball?” Duncan frowned, looking at the figure in front of him, “What about the ‘sunlight’ around it? Was anything heard or seen after entering the interior of this glowing body?”

Alice narrowed her eyes and looked around at the golden glow that looked like some sort of crystalline curtain, floating on the surface of the sea – the light reflected in the pretty violet eyes of the mannequin lady, as if they were rippling with water.

She just looked around for a while, turning to Duncan, “…… No information.”

Duncan was a little disappointed, “No information?”

Alice gave a hmmm, and then carefully confirmed what appeared in front of her eyes when she was gazing at those golden rays, and nodded, “Well, it’s ‘no information’. ”

Duncan sighed with some regret, “Well, it seems ……”

He stopped suddenly, feeling as if something was wrong.

“Are you saying you saw the word ‘no information’, or are you saying you didn’t see anything?”

Alice rationalized, “I saw it, it was showing ‘no information’ everywhere ……”

Duncan: “……”

He suddenly realized the need to follow up with an extra question or two when interacting with this Bean – who could have imagined this mannequin’s thought process!
But just as he was about to continue speaking, a crackle in the air nearby interrupted the exchange between him and Alice.

Ghostly green flames rose up, and a revolving flaming doorway instantly surfaced in the air.

“Aey’s back from picking up the people,” Duncan waved his hand at Alice and turned his head to look in the direction of the door opening, but in the next second his expression instantly changed slightly, “Wait, the door is off ……”

Before the words fell from his side, he saw the flaming gate burst open, followed by a familiar figure falling out of the gate – grazing the edge of the platform and falling straight into the sea below.

Sandwiched in between was a brief exclamation of surprise from Ted Riel.

The skeleton giant bird with flames burning all over its body flew out of the gate right after it, circling majestically in mid-air twice, and after landing on the platform poked its head to look down and let out a shrill cry, “Silly, master can fly!”

Duncan looked at this scene dumbfounded, while Alice cautiously came to the edge of the platform to look down, and immediately patted her chest in fear: “Really will fall into the sea ah ……”

Duncan slowly turned his head, glanced at Aye, and rotated his eyes again, looking in the direction Ted Ryer had fallen.

…… How did that unlucky “secret keeper” offend this pigeon?

(End of chapter)