In the crew area below deck, Shirley was sitting in her room with a sad face, sighing at the pile of exercise books spread out on the table...
So many... When will I be able to finish writing
"You always sigh and never finish your homework." Agou muttered beside him, "And it's not much at all. Your homework is accumulated by procrastinating every day. Miss Alice can even finish these exercises on time every day, okay?"
"Can her writing style of filling in whatever comes to mind in the title be called 'completed'?"
Shirley rolled her eyes and buried her head on the table, muttering in a muffled voice, "I want to go ashore to play, I want to go shopping in the city-state, I want to eat delicious food... Nina said that there are a lot of delicious food in Breeze Harbor, and there are foods from all over the world..."
However, Agou had gotten used to Shirley's nagging many years ago. He shook his head and said in a tone that was not moved at all: "The boatman said that you can go ashore to play when you finish your homework."
Shirley pouted, then faced the exercise book on the table, thought for a while, and suddenly her eyes turned, with a smirk on her face, she carefully bent down and approached Agou who was lying on the floor: "Well, how about you help me, these questions must be difficult for you..."
However, before Shirley could even respond, a voice suddenly came from a mirror in front of the desk: "I'm watching."
Shirley suddenly cried out in an exaggerated and tearful voice, "Ah." She looked up at the figure of Agatha emerging from the mirror, and her expression looked as if she was about to cry: "Can't you just stare at someone else? Why do you always pop up from the mirror no matter what I do?"
Agatha in the mirror said seriously, "Because Chuan Chang asked me to watch you while you do your homework."
Shirley sighed and buried her head in the exercise book on the desk again. After rolling her face in the book several times, she suddenly raised her head again: "Can you help me..."
Agatha said without hesitation: "No."
Shirley immediately started to argue: "That's not what the story says. The story says that the magic mirror knows everything. As long as you ask the magic mirror a question, the mirror will tell the person asking the question the answer..."
Agatha frowned: "Where did this weird story come from?"
"Shanchang told Nina, and then Nina told me."
Listening to Shirley's nonsense, Agatha's expression suddenly became serious. After thinking for a few seconds, she looked into Shirley's eyes and asked, "Did Chuanchang really tell Nina a story about a magic mirror?"
"Yes... yes." Shirley didn't know why the other party suddenly became serious, and she was a little nervous when she answered, "It was just two days ago..."
Agatha thought about it very seriously, and whispered softly: "He arranged for me to live in the mirror on the ship.
… So there is another deeper meaning…”
Shirley didn't react at all: "Uh... ah?"
However, Agatha did not answer her. After thinking hard for a moment, the "gatekeeper in the mirror" raised her head and looked at Shirley: "Which question do you not know?"
Shirley thought for a moment and pushed the exercise book forward: "This one won't..."
"this?"
"Yeah, if it's too much trouble, I can do the mental arithmetic part at the beginning..."
"Write it yourself."
Duncan, who had just returned to the cabin, raised his head suspiciously, as if listening to the noise coming from afar. The goat head on the navigation table immediately turned his gaze: "What's wrong with you?"
I seem to hear Agatha's voice." Duncan said casually, of course, he didn't really mean it.
It was not that he "heard" anything, but that the ship was constantly transmitting to him information from every corner of the Lost Homeland.
"She seems to be in Shirley's room, and she's quite emotional."
"Do you need to go check on the situation? Or call her over?"
"No need." Duncan shook his head. Everyone who was responsible for watching Shirley do her homework would eventually become excited, and this could be seen as a kind of tempering of one's will..."
The goat head uttered an "oh", and it was unknown whether it really understood the meaning of this complaint. Duncan silently sensed the status of the Lost Homeland, walked to the table and sat down, and exhaled softly: "It's time to let Shirley and Nina go to the shore to get some fresh air. Lucrecia is about to return to Breeze Harbor, so let her take a ride."
Goat Head quietly paid attention to Chuan Chang's actions and expressions, and finally couldn't help but ask: "You seem to be in a good mood?"
"Maybe it's because I figured out some things, or maybe it's because I let it go temporarily."
Duncan raised his eyebrows, but Alice's sunny appearance involuntarily emerged in his mind, and he couldn't help but smile. Then he shook his head and took out the "sketch" he had received from Lucrecia. Now that the boredom in his heart has been cleared, it is time to study Taran. What exactly did Master El draw in the manuscript left after observing the anomaly 001
"What is this?" Seeing Duncan's action, the goat-headed creature immediately turned its head towards him curiously, and a faint light seemed to flicker in its dark obsidian eyes.
This is the sketch that Taran, Al drew after observing the surface of the 001 of the vision." Duncan said casually, he unfolded the paper and put it in front of the oil lamp next to him for reflection.
"This may hide the true appearance of the 'sun', but the most crucial details were obliterated by Taran-El himself."
The goat head was startled and uttered an incomprehensible sigh: "Oh..."
"I thought you would warn me of the dangers of doing this immediately, as you often did before."
Duncan was a little surprised by Goat Head's reaction. He raised his eyelids and glanced at the guy, "Why don't you bother me this time?"
"I used to worry about your safety, but now I only worry about the safety of those who want to go against you."
Goat-Head immediately complimented him, his choice of words and sentences being extremely skillful.
A mere sketch would not threaten the great Duncan. Even if the sketch depicted the true face of the ancient god, it would be nothing. Moreover, the person who drew the sketch was just a mortal. What truth could the man named Taran Aiur see
Duncan ignored the goat-head's obvious compliment and concentrated on studying the pattern on the draft paper. But after looking at it over and over for a long time, he still couldn't analyze anything from those chaotic scribbles. He even felt that... those lines that seemed to be just scribbles were like some kind of powerful "seal". They "covered" the original image on the paper from the concept of mysticism, and were not just a layer of ink that interfered with his vision. As his thoughts fluctuated, Duncan suddenly had an idea. A "seal" with "power?"
He lowered his head again, carefully observing the crisscrossing lines and large patches of smears on the draft paper. Master Taran, El, is a senior and experienced scholar, and a devout believer of the God of Wisdom, Lahm. Although he has a lot of problems due to his poor work and rest, his attainments in mysticism are definitely deep enough. If such a great scholar really noticed some extremely dangerous factors when observing Vision 001, he would definitely try to control the danger with more professional methods at the first time, even if his sanity had begun to be affected at that time. The ink left on the draft paper should not be simply smeared, so using conventional methods, it is impossible to see the true appearance behind the ink. Is this actually a secret letter processed with extraordinary power
Duncan frowned slightly, and a vague idea emerged in his mind. Then he turned his head and stared at the oil lamp next to him. Under his gaze, the flame in the oil lamp suddenly jumped, and then quickly turned a layer of dark green. The spiritual fire expanded and burned, and even rose from the opening above the lampshade. After a little hesitation, Duncan picked up the draft paper and placed it above the flame formed by the spiritual fire. In just a moment, the blazing green flame engulfed the entire piece of paper.
There really was some kind of supernatural power left on it, and the goat-headed man beside it exclaimed when he saw this:
"Why did you burn it?"
"The fire of the spirit body only burns those distorted parts."
Duncan looked at the goat-head who was making a fuss with an indifferent expression, and with a flick of his wrist, he extinguished the blazing flame on the draft paper. Under the flame, the fragile draft paper was still intact.
This is what it originally looked like. Duncan took the flame-treated manuscript paper in front of him and took a look at the pattern that reappeared on it. The next second, his expression suddenly froze. The goat head immediately noticed the change in the captain's expression, and immediately turned his neck to look over here with worry and curiosity. However, due to the angle, it could not see the content on the front of the paper, and could only shout: "What's on it? Are you okay? Then..."
Duncan finally woke up from his daze. He withdrew his eyes from the paper and looked up at the goat head with a strange expression: "This is the true appearance of the ancient god."
Goat Head: "?"
Duncan did not speak again, but slowly lowered his head and continued to look carefully at the picture on the draft paper, the sphere locked by the double rune ring, the sphere shrouded in dark shadows, with hideous bloodshot and lines all over its surface, as if it was glaring...