This time, Duncan was stunned for several seconds before he realized what Agou meant - it was not that he did not understand what the other person said, but that he needed to digest this shocking fact.
"Are you sure?" he asked from the small iron box.
He picked up the small piece of gray-black flesh with a hint of blue and squeezed it, "Is this thing a part of the Deep Saint?"
"You... you still want to pinch?!"
The dog looked at Duncan's overly "bold" behavior, and his voice changed. "Don't you feel the huge pressure and power it exudes?"
"No," Duncan shook his head, and then added, "Not only did I not feel it, Vanna and Morris didn't react much either - they just thought it was a little dangerous or disturbing, but not as loud as you did."
Listening to Duncan's words, Agou had already unconsciously crouched down, lying beside the table in a fully alert posture, the blood-red light in his eye sockets flickered, and after a long time, he muttered: "It seems to have indeed lost its vitality... or the vitality has been suppressed by you, but I can't tell. I am the Deep Demon, and I have an inseparable connection with the Deep Lord. In my eyes... there are only endless shadows and pressure."
"It may be related to your physical condition," Duncan said, having already put the lid of the tobacco box back on and stuffed it into his pocket. He noticed that with his actions, Agou was obviously much more relaxed. "I'll put it away first, you may feel better."
"Thank... Thank you, Captain." Agou's trembling finally subsided a little. He stood up shakily, but still looked at Duncan's pocket in shock. "You just said... This flesh and blood was brought out from the deepest part of the Obsidian?"
"Yes, and it came from the mouth of a mortal," Duncan sighed softly and told what happened after Agou and Shirley were sent back to the Lost Homeland, "... In the mouth of Christo Barberi, we found this piece of flesh and blood sample."
After hearing the whole story, Agou's astonishment was beyond words.
It raised its head and looked at Shirley, then remained silent for half a minute. After an unknown amount of time, Shirley smacked her lips to break the silence: "You mean... the captain named Christo... bit off a piece of flesh from a god before he died..."
… Is the Lord of the Deep considered a god
"For mortals, there is no difference. 'As if being a god' is a very broad concept," Ah Gou said solemnly, slowly shaking his head, "I... still can't believe it. I can't imagine how he did it. Mortals don't even have the strength to move a finger in front of the Lord of the Deep, let alone fight or counterattack... Moreover, how did he meet the Lord of the Deep?"
"Has the Obsidian ever entered the Deep Sea?" Duncan frowned. "After it sank in the Frost Sea, it did not continue to sink in the real dimension, but was teleported away? Or...under the Frost Sea, is it actually leading to the realm of the Deep Demon?"
"I don't think it's possible," Ah Gou immediately shook his head. "I've never heard of any place in the Deep Sea being directly connected to the real dimension. Moreover, if there really was a leak between the two places, the Frost City-State would have been torn apart by the demons that emerged in six years. The Obsidian sank six years ago."
Duncan hesitated for a moment.
But the information he had now was too little, and no matter how much he thought and speculated, it was difficult to find a reasonable explanation.
There is only one thing that is certain: the piece of "flesh and blood" brought out from the Obsidian is a very dangerous thing, and it seems best not to take it out casually.
Of course, he also considered whether to burn the piece of meat directly or put it into the main gun of the Lost Hometown and shoot it out.
Based on the feedback he felt after touching the piece of meat, Duncan thought that this thing should also be able to be used as "supernatural firewood" and burned by the spiritual fire, but after a brief consideration, he decided to keep it for the time being.
What if it comes in handy in the future
After thinking about it, Duncan's attention
The focus fell on Agou again.
The Deep Hound paused for a while, and consciously ignored the location of the "Flesh and Blood of the Holy Lord". It seemed to be in much better condition now.
"Are other deep demons the same as you?"
"Ah?" Agou didn't react immediately. "You mean..."
"All Deep Demons come from the Holy Lord. You once told me that the habitats of more powerful Deep Demons like you are even next to the Holy Lord," Duncan stared into Agou's bloodshot eyes, "but you had this reaction after getting close to the breath of the Deep Lord - then how do you usually live next to the Holy Lord
Do you shiver like this every day? "
Agou was obviously stunned, probably because he didn't expect the captain's imagination to be so advanced and specific. But after a moment of silence, he shook his head and said frankly: "A normal deep demon...would not react like me."
"Um?"
"Sanity is the premise of madness."
Agou sighed, "Only those with wisdom can understand fear, and only those with humanity can distinguish between animal nature. I have deviated from the normal trajectory of the Deep Demon, and thus lost the qualification to approach the Deep Lord."
Shirley blinked and suddenly realized: "Agou, did you just say something very philosophical?!"
"Reason is the premise of madness..." Duncan ignored Shirley's clamor and whispered thoughtfully, "So, now you can neither return to your hometown nor sever your connection with the Lord of the Deep. You can no longer get close to the Lord's aura, but you are extremely sensitive to it?"
Ah Gou held his head and sighed, "That's about it."
"Then you are miserable."
Ah Gou's voice sounded like he was about to cry: "Under normal circumstances, no one would suddenly hold a piece of the Lord's flesh and blood in front of me and pinch it... This is a safe and stable reality dimension!"
"That's my fault," Duncan apologized sincerely. "I didn't think of that before."
"No, no, no, please don't apologize to me!" Ah Gou was a little frightened and scurried under the table. "If you apologize so casually, I might get entangled in the subspace again..."
"...Okay," Duncan was stunned for a moment, a strange smile appeared on his face, then he shook his head and turned to leave, "Then I won't bother you for now, you can continue reading."
Shirley quickly stood up to see him off, but Duncan suddenly stopped and turned to look at her.
"You should learn from Agou. Now he can even read elementary school enlightenment stories. You spelled your name five times and still got it wrong three times. Don't you feel embarrassed?"
Shirley said confidently: "Agou is a demon who pursues knowledge. It's normal for him to have a strong learning ability! How can I compare with him?"
"First of all, the words 'pursuit of knowledge' are not used in this way. Secondly, even if Agou is a demon that pursues knowledge, you should not go around knowledge all day long," Duncan said helplessly. "I have to arrange an exam for you in two days. I want to see how much you have learned in normal times."
After saying this, he turned and left the room, closing the door behind him.
After waiting at the door for a few seconds, Shirley's screams and cursing rang out as expected.
A pleasant smile appeared on Duncan's face.
He took a step forward and walked towards the captain's room.
The night deepens.
In the home port of the Sea Fog Fleet, which was blocked and hidden by fog, floating ice and strange turbulence, Tirian was walking slowly on the path at the edge of the port.
The cold night wind blew in from the sea, the sound of waves hitting the shore rose and fell endlessly, the cold and dim light of the Creation of the World permeated the entire island, and in the distant air, the noisy and bustling sounds of the port square could be vaguely heard.
The sailors were partying, using wine, tobacco, and loud music to dispel the emptiness of the dead, and to exhaust their cold and endless energy in a night of noise - but for Tirian, this party was too noisy.
This was not conducive to his calm thinking.
There was another footstep following
Behind him.
It was his loyal first mate, Aiden—and he still smelled like bacon, with added cinnamon and cloves.
The smell made Tirian sigh: the Pland people have quite a few tricks up their sleeves in the tobacco field.
"You can go to the party in the square," Tirian said suddenly. "There's no need to walk with me in this lonely place."
“I’m waiting for the second half of the night,” Aiden said. “They bring in a dozen badika dancers from Cold Harbor—that’s the big deal.”
"captain?"
"It's so cold, and we're dancing on a pirate island occupied by the zombies, and it's late at night - tell me honestly, what the hell kind of price did you offer?"
"Not much actually," Aiden stroked his shiny head and said with a laugh, "The Sea Crow happened to rescue the ship of 'Scimitar Martin' when it was out on business last week. You know, Martin controls a quarter of the theaters and dance troupes in Cold Harbor..."
Tirian: "..."
The commander-in-chief of the Sea Mist Fleet was silent for a few seconds in the night wind, stretched out his hand and pinched his eyebrows, and his expression returned to calm after a few seconds.
"Let's talk about the situation on Dagger Island."
"Yes, Captain."