Chapter 97: Staring

Chapter 97: Staring
Inside the captain’s quarters of the Lost Country, Duncan, who was sitting with his arms folded across his chest in front of the window with his eyes closed, slowly opened his eyes.

He glanced at the familiar furnishings of the room, sensed the condition of his body, and breathed a small sigh of relief.

Now that he had transferred his main consciousness to the Lost Country ship once again, the body that remained in the city-state of Prand remained in the antique store, and he was slightly rustily controlling that body to tidy up the store on the first floor and hang the rest sign on the door.

Duncan in the captain’s bedchamber slowly stood up from his chair, moving his arms and legs while looking at the desk not far away, he saw that Aey the Dove was idly walking on the edge of the desk, the sun mask that had been sent over here earlier was still lying quietly on the desk, in the sunset rays sprinkled through the window, the golden surface of the mask was glowing with psychedelic colors, as if there was an illusory flame flowing through its golden veins.

Duncan’s shopkeeper in front of the antique store hung up the wooden sign for the evening break and turned his head to greet a neighbor who happened to be returning home. With a faint smile on his face, he talked to this “old neighbor” about today’s weather and the recent business situation.

In front of the antique store, his expression was a bit stiff, and his speech was slightly slow, but the neighbor didn’t have any suspicion – a gambling addict who had been drowning in alcohol not long ago was now living a serious life, which was already surprising enough, and a little bit of slow reaction was nothing compared to that – how can a person whose body has been damaged by alcohol still be mentally fit?

In the captain’s chambers, Duncan had a smile on his face, and after completing an attempt at socializing with his Remote Interactive Shell, he picked up the sun mask that was sitting on the table.

There was much to do in the city-state of Prand, but not everything could be accomplished overnight, especially after nightfall when the city-state had a strict curfew, and it was best for his human body to remain in the store during the night in order to avoid attracting attention – the rest of the evening was best reserved for the “body” of the Lost Country. Main Body”.

He was going to take this time to study the mask he had previously gotten from that Sun Goddess.

The mask was cold to the touch, and seemed to be made of pure metal, and was heavy to hold.

Looking at the golden thing in his hand, Duncan’s thinking suddenly became active, his first thought was whether this thing is pure gold – if it is, then after researching and melting this thing may also be able to sell a lot of money ……

Although now he is in the city state side temporarily no economic pressure, but money this thing in the human society that is never too much, in case the future use it?

The Sun cultists have a variety of wool, can be used to set information, can be reported for bounty, can get with their own destiny of transcendental items, then if there is a surplus of transcendental items that can not be put to use, a little processing to sell is of course also very normal ……

This is called three-dimensional development, sustainability woolgathering.

After searching for a moment in his mind, Duncan suddenly touched his chin and sighed thoughtfully, “The Sun Religion is full of treasures ah …….”

Aey, who was walking, suddenly stopped, cocked his head, looked at Duncan, and let out a sharp female voice: “Be a man, be a man!”

“You’re not qualified to talk about me,” Duncan glared at the pigeon, and then rubbed his fingertips together, ready to summon the fire of the spirit body and “clean up” the mask from the inside out, and then conduct an in-depth “test” of the mask after he grasped the authority. “Test”.

A cluster of ghostly green fire in the fingertips lit, Duncan is ready to introduce the flame into the mask, but suddenly heard a vague voice, the voice is weak and indistinct, as if it is in his heart whispering in general:
“…… Instead, it may link them to the Lost Country ……”

Duncan’s movements stopped abruptly.

He looked to the pigeon next to him, “Did you hear anything?”

The dove thought for a moment and flapped its wings in a runaway tune to the extreme and sang out loud, “Hear ~ the sound of the sea weeping ~ sighing for whoever has been broken hearted again ~”

“Stop stop stop …… I should never have asked you!” Duncan hurriedly held the pigeon down, thinking that his communication process with this bird was simply a TM quantum state, and that nothing he said or heard could be measured accurately, and after holding the pigeon down, he immediately focused his mind on trying to trace the brief moment when that “whisper” sounded, which surfaced in the back of his mind. “Perception.”

He was sure that he had not heard a hallucination just now! He was sure that he had just heard a voice, a young and quiet female voice!
And at the same time as the voice sounded, he also vaguely sensed a “connection”, which was much weaker than the connection between him and the “remote shell”, but definitely existed!
Duncan put the matter of the golden mask aside for the moment, and glanced at the spirit flame still burning quietly at his fingertips.

The weak connection seemed to be based on the burning of the fire as well.

He closed his eyes slightly, sensing the “pointing sensation” the flame gave him, and in the ensuing darkness, he seemed to see a shimmering light emerge before his eyes. The shimmering light was vaguely a “window”, in which there seemed to be figures swaying, but he could not see or hear what was happening on the other side of the window.

But even so, Duncan sensed the guidance of the flame in the darkness – he opened his eyes and looked in the direction of the shimmering light in the darkness, and suddenly saw a mirror hanging next to the door of the room.

It was just a plain oval mirror with an ancient, dark wooden frame, not a transcendent item, like many used in normal people’s homes.

But Duncan could sense that his flame now needed a medium to augment the faint connection that had suddenly been established – associating himself with the blurred vision he had seen in the darkness and the orientation he had vaguely sensed, the mirror might just fit the bill.

Mirrors, which play an important role in many occult rituals, are seen as a symbol of “insight” and can be used to extend the mind’s ability to perceive otherwise invisible and unknowable truths.

Duncan came to the mirror and touched the flame in his hand to the surface.

The green auric flame was like flowing water, rippling across the glass mirror, a layer of faintly greenish light and shadow channels were instantly established, and in the next second, the shimmering window that Duncan had seen in the darkness emerged unmistakably on the mirror surface!
Curious, he padded over.

In the slightly swirling curtain of light, he saw a room illuminated by lamplight, with an unusually tall lady standing near the window, reading something in the afterglow of the sky, seemingly unaware that there was a gaze peering through the glass beside her, observing the room.

Vanna’s gaze swept over the document, confirming its contents word for word.

This was a circular that had been deliberated and formulated by the bishops of various city-states, and was personally reviewed and approved by the Coronation of the Pope, who was sitting in the Storm Cathedral. The process of the circular’s deliberation was completed remotely under the state of psychic resonance, and the entire process was under the watchful eye of the goddess and her patronage, to ensure that the words on the circular would not be interfered by any anomalies or visions during the process of formulating it.

This kind of extremely special notice document has only one function: to inform every voyager sailing on the boundless sea that a superior anomaly has already left the control of the civilized world.

This was very necessary.

Anomalies that get out of control on the Boundless Sea don’t disappear forever in the eyes of the world, and although the deep sea swallows everything, it never swallows the anomalies that fall into it. Those anomalies that get out of control tend to wander around the edges of the civilized world in even more bizarre and difficult to guard against, like wolves wandering around the pastures, chasing after and threatening the safety of the voyagers. Almost every year, seafarers on voyages lose their lives due to out-of-control anomalies.

As the custodian and sealer of the anomalies, every church should inform all the captains who may encounter the anomalies under its name after they have gone out of control – no one thinks that this will damage the “face” of the Holy See, because this is the responsibility and obligation of the church. No one thinks that this will damage the “face” of the Holy See, because this is the responsibility and duty of the Church.

Timely notification of an out-of-control situation may save a ship from an unfortunate anomaly at some point in the future, or allow an out-of-control anomaly to be re-sealed and re-housed.

Under normal circumstances, this kind of notification would be sent to the port unit within twenty-four hours of the loss of control event, but this notification involving “Anomaly 099” was a bit late.

This time, the out-of-control incident not only involves the Anomaly 099 – Doll Hearse, but also involves the Vision 005 – Lost Country.

The Pope and Bishops had to carefully scrutinize the contents of the document to make sure that the information was disclosed accurately, and to avoid drawing attention to the Lost Country while people were reading the document.

Vanna’s face was composed, reading the document word by word, confirming whether the words and phrases in the document conformed to the structure of the sacred and invisible prayer, and whether it could avoid the gaze of that spectral captain of the Lost Country.

And in the window glass beside her, in a crack of light that neither she nor the regional bishop could detect, Duncan was making a point of poking his head out to glance at the contents of the document.

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(End of chapter)