Morris carefully opened the letter sent from afar with a letter opener.
On the envelope, the stamps one after another and the stamp representing "purified" silently told him about an extremely long journey of wandering.
Along with the slight sound of paper unfolding, lines of beautiful and neat handwriting appeared in front of Morris, and it was indeed the handwriting of a good friend that he was familiar with: "To my good friend and academic partner: "It seems that several years have passed since the last contact. This alienation is really wrong. I feel that these years have been muddled and busy, and it seems that I have always been doing some meaningless things. It was not until recently that I suddenly realized that I had wasted my time... ..
"… Many wonderful things have happened recently. I am sorry that it is difficult for me to describe to you some changes in my life in words… Frost is an incredible place. It is not only a cold and long winter, but also many things worthy of our serious study… ..
"Do you remember the topic we discussed during our last meeting, regarding some ancient legends of the frozen seas of the Far North
These topics have come into my mind again recently, and I suddenly feel that I seem to have grasped some key points that can help us sort out many of the unresolved issues in the original discussion, such as whether there have ever been city-states in the frozen sea, and the origin of many mysterious customs in Frost...
"Frost is really an incredible place, my friend. I am becoming more and more aware of this. There are many mysterious pasts in this cold sea that are worth exploring. I plan to meet some respected people in the fields of history and folklore, and I also plan to visit Cold Harbor in the near future. But most importantly, I want to invite you to be my guest here...
"We haven't met for many years, Alice. He said you don't hate the cold air in the north, but I think you will remember the warm fireplace in my house and my collection of fine wine. Think about it carefully. We have to discuss these fascinating secrets again by the warm fire. It is definitely an incredible place...
"Are you here to take a look? Come to this incredible Duncan city-state... ..
Human beings’ ability to adapt is truly amazing.
"Yeah," Morris nodded immediately, "The shelves on the first floor have been tidied, the counters and stairs have been wiped, and the kitchen has been cleaned up too!"
He picked up the scraper and gently scraped away the remaining, less stable glue marks in the joints, then raised his eyelids and glanced over Morris's face.
This perception is very clear, but it does not seem to weaken as the distance between the Lost Homeland and the Sea Mist increases.
"It's quite reserved," Frost smiled and shook her head. Then she suddenly noticed that Alice's neck seemed to be stuck when she nodded. She frowned subconsciously, "Why does it feel weird when her neck moves... Is the glue in the joints not cleaned out yet?"
Shirley blinked, seemed to think about it for a moment, and then slowly smiled.
Then she became quiet, and even the goat head next to her magically became quiet. The only sounds in the room were the slight friction of the scraper and the harsh sound of the waves coming from outside the window.
A vague sense of weirdness inevitably came to her mind, but Frost still reached out to take Alice's head, and took out a scraper, a brush, and a soft cloth from the large drawer under the navigation table, and sighed.
End of studying what's going on in this stupid joint.
"I don't think you're wasting my time," I said calmly, "and besides, I'm a bit stupid."
"Stop giggling," Duncan sighed. "Come here, help her clean it up. The residual glue will further damage the joints if it's not cleaned up. Besides, it's really uncomfortable to see her nodding with a click." He couldn't help but sigh.
I could actually face these strange scenes so calmly and even participate in them naturally.
"Then put aside these useless worries and just let him continue to live his life happily," Duncan shook his head. "He must have encountered something he couldn't learn, so he should learn it a few more times."
"Are you deciding on your next course?" Goat-Head's voice suddenly came from the edge of the navigation table. "I have about 170 very
Useful suggestions, I can…"
Then the puppet lady was stunned for a moment, and without waiting for Duncan to speak, she quickly turned around, closed the door, and knocked on it.
"I, I, I don't know. I haven't thought about it, but I'm worried that it will delay, delay, delay your affairs..."
"Will you teach me this a few more times?"
When Alice heard this, she shook her head left and right, and her neck felt noticeably stuck and sluggish.
On the Lost Hometown, in the captain's cabin, Duncan rested his hands on the navigation table, concentrating on looking at the misty nautical chart and the route that gradually extended out on the chart.
But it was a pity that this guy had really gone beyond a certain limit, so that while Han Shuang was admiring his beautiful appearance, he was more regretful in his heart that why did you have a mouth...
Silver hair spread out on the nautical table, and the doll blinked and met her eyes.
"No, no, no, it's just a little bit itchy, but very... very mild." Alice stammered.
This is the Sea Mist. Duncan's eyes fell on this bright spot.
"I, I, I always fail to learn what you teach me, and I always mess things up, and I always waste your time."
The goat head shook its head, as if it wanted to say something else, but before it opened its mouth, footsteps suddenly came from outside the door, and then the door of the captain's room was opened from the outside, and Shirley walked out.
After an unknown amount of time, Alice suddenly opened her mouth again.
"hey-hey.… "
"No, I don't," Duncan said, very skillfully, before the other party started to harass him. "No need for any advice, I have my own plan."
Alice's eyes silently swept over the last line of the letter, and then she remained silent for a long time.
In Duncan's own perception, he could also roughly feel the current direction of the Sea Mist and even the general condition of the ship.
She stammered, with a hint of hesitation and a rare sense of loss in her tone: "Captain, am I very, very stupid?"
"oh."
The phantom representing the Lost Homeland was moving slowly in the center of the nautical chart, and the thick fog surrounding the Lost Homeland was gradually dissipating as the ship moved forward. At one end of this route, it was not difficult to see the city-state of Plande which was temporarily left behind, and in the mist outside the route, another faintly glowing bright spot could be vaguely seen.
"No, not like that."
It was not until several minutes later that she muttered, as if to herself, "It's his handwriting, and the discussions he mentioned did happen."
"After sending me here, she went to the kitchen," Alice said, "and when she flew away, she kept yelling about crazy Saturday and other things..."
"Are you feeling uncomfortable?"
"It seems... a little bit," the doll lady said, as if she had some good intentions, "it feels a little clogged."
The headless puppet held his own head in his hands: "Ship...ship...captain, this is it for you.
"My most trusted friend and intellectual partner, Brown Scott, written on December 2, 1900, at 42 Fireplace Lane."
Alice immediately walked over obediently, and when she reached Duncan, she reached out and grabbed her head, shook it left and right twice, and then pulled it out with a "pop".
Hearing that signature laugh, Duncan couldn't help but laugh a little, then picked up a brush and soft cloth to clean up the scraped glue debris.
This is Alice's voice.
Duncan's movements suddenly stopped. However, this was only a "connection" after all, not a complete control like the Lost Homeland, so the Sea Fog could only show a bright spot on the nautical chart, and could not dispel the fog covering the route.
Ever since the last "Plague and Nuclear Twilight" exchange of fire, the mark of the Sea Mist has appeared on this nautical chart.
He was surprised that the puppet could
Have this awareness and insight.
"Today is December 17th, and this letter was sent half a month ago," his wife said beside him, with a hint of uneasiness in her voice. "Considering the distance between Duncan and Pland, this is a long time."
"But what's the big deal? Everyone has their own strengths and weaknesses. Everyone is just a little bit dumber in the areas they are not good at. You may just be a little bit more weak in more areas." Duncan glanced into Alice's eyes. "Do you care about this?"
At this moment, a distant and silent calling voice suddenly appeared in his mind.
Duncan's eyes twitched, and he looked at the puppet helplessly. The puppet held his head with his hands, and after a while he let out his signature laugh: "Hehe..."
Chris held his wife's hand and exhaled softly, "Of course, it should be reported to the church... but not just to the church.
"Yeah," Duncan responded casually, "where's Ai?"
It is really beautiful, with a delicate and perfect face. Even in strange circumstances, it seems that people can ignore the strangeness and can't help but admire the beauty in their hearts.
... ... There's no need to knock if you haven't come in yet. You should knock before opening the door," Duncan looked at the other person expressionlessly, "Are you done cleaning up here?"
"...if I have time."
But then he just shook his head expressionlessly: "Why are you suddenly feeling this way?"
Apparently, just like these "marked ones" who had been stained by the flames of the spirits, the Sea Mist, which had been hit by shells from the Lost Homeland, had also established a connection with itself.
Duncan was silent for a moment, then raised the scraper in his hand again.
"... I don't remember this incident. It happened during my years of confusion."
His wife came over and held Chris's hand. "We should report the matter to the church. The content and wording of the letter seem normal, but it is also disturbing when you look deeper."
"Yes, the time and postmark, what's unusual is that the writer had died several years ago," Chris said slowly, "I still remember the day I received the obituary - it was also a letter from Duncan, written by one of my favorite students. This student said in the letter that my teacher had unfortunately fallen into the sea when he was on a boat to Cold Harbor, and his body could not be salvaged."