Through a layer of illusory mirror and flame, Duncan could still clearly observe Tirian and Lucretia's reactions from beginning to end - nervous, vigilant, and vaguely fearful.
From the perspective of "family reunion", this atmosphere is really not good.
But he didn't mind it. This was something he had expected. He had already achieved his goal today by meeting Tirian in advance under his control. Meeting him now and saying hello might help him avoid being in a rush when they met again. What's more...
Today it's "buy one get one free".
Unexpectedly, Lucrecia was there too.
Moreover, just now when he was hidden in the mirror, he also heard the communication between Lucretia and Tirian, and knew that his last attempt to call the other party through "Nilu" was not ineffective. Although he did not receive any feedback, there was movement from Lucretia's side. This information was also an unexpected gain.
Duncan calmed down and maintained his usual calm expression. He slowly glanced at Tirian and the water ball on the table next to him. "I don't think a father needs any special reason to look for his children."
Tirian's eyes widened slightly for a moment, but he quickly suppressed the animation for a moment. He lowered his voice and still looked at the person in the mirror warily: "You should know that this is a cathedral - even if it is you, you should at least consider the gods behind this sacred place.
"Yes, this is the cathedral, of course I know it - I personally witnessed it being burned down by the flames, and then rebuilt from the complete history of this place," Duncan said in a solemn tone. "I'm sure the gods behind the cathedral are watching, and I owe you a thank you for that."
Tirian knew immediately how to continue this conversation.
But he was not familiar with the feeling of suddenly not knowing what to say when talking to his father.
Duncan paid no attention to Tirian's silence, but turned his gaze to his "daughter" in the crystal ball, and asked casually, "Is Luni on his side?"
"He means..."
The room fell silent again, and for several minutes neither Lucretia nor Tirian spoke.
"Oh, I can sense that," Duncan nodded, "You have challenged me twice in a row, and you didn't run away both times.
"..." What about a human being baptized by the Warp?" Tirian took a deep breath and raised his head. "When the Chaos in the Warp has wisdom, it will be more terrible than pure Chaos... Of course, the situation may not be that bad, and you also hope that a miracle will really happen, but for now... · It is better to wait and see and be vigilant. He has been active on the border for many years, and he should pay more attention to the necessity of vigilance than you do.
Through Vanna's eyes, Duncan got the unexpected information!
Tirian looked back, expressionless. "Pay attention. I wonder when Luni will suddenly speak and call out her father's voice."
"'I don't have much to do yet," Duncan said calmly, his eyes finally falling on Lucrecia, "I'll leave Nilu with you for now. I'm sure you'll give her to him when there's a chance in the future."
The rest is left to Tirian and Jia Xizi's imagination.
"I always feel that my father is more relaxed than before." The famous pirate couldn't help but mutter in a low voice.
…
He paused for a moment before continuing, "But as he said, Lucy—at least, his sanity has returned.
Lucrecia's voice was heard from the crystal ball: "This is because I just beat him. If he is deeply hurt..."
Putting down the pen in his hand, Duncan looked thoughtfully at the strange octagon and the fragmented cross structure inside it, wondering where he should end to decipher the secret of the symbol.
Tirian suddenly didn't know how to continue the conversation.
There shouldn't be any omissions.
"... Frankly speaking, I doubt everything you said, even the words 'regain sanity'." Tirian said in a deep voice, "Before there is more evidence, I would rather suspect that this is a conspiracy of the Warp."
Because even a hundred years ago, when the name Abnomar had not yet been cursed, he often kept silent in front of his father. His father was always too majestic and obsessed with mysterious and terrible things. At this time, Tirian... was not a person who was good at speaking.
Duncan's voice came from the mirror: "You are leaving."
Duncan looked at Lucrecia. Beneath the calm appearance, there is madness in my heart.
Fortunately, I had a draft before I came.
But suddenly, his eyes froze.
The crystal ball went out directly.
"... But the bishops and inquisitors in the city don't seem to believe it," Tirian said in a deep voice, "especially this inquisitor... She is very wary of you."
"She's here." Lucrecia nodded, then waved to the side. Soon, a clockwork doll dressed in a butler's uniform appeared in the water ball.
This is a word.
I also deliberately emphasized that my problem was not just my memory, but also my understanding and cognition of the real world - that could almost explain everything that was right about me.
"What I just said," Lucrecia said with a serious face, "Does he think it's true? My father said that I lost a small part of my memory and even needed to re-understand this world. He also said that the influence of the subspace is profound and cannot be completely eliminated... But he also said that he regained his sanity that day.
That’s about it—the groundwork has been laid, and continuing might affect the effect.
Anyway, all the weird things in this world are related to the subspace. That place is simply a pot of tin, and I don’t need a bite of it...
In order to maintain the stability of the Lost Homeland, I must play the role of "Captain Duncan" well, even if I have reached a tacit understanding with Goat Head.
I cannot give up this identity, so I must continue this "acting" in front of Lucretia and Tirian, but even the best acting has loopholes.
What's more, he knew almost nothing about the brother and sister, so the most effective way was certainly not to delay preparing a pot.
Lucrecia couldn't help but let out a cry: "Ah..."
"I understand," Lucrecia was silent for a few seconds, then nodded heavily, but then she raised her eyes again, and her gaze fell on the oval mirror again, a little relieved, "... Is he really gone
In the end, it was Lucrecia who broke the silence: "Just now... it really happened, didn't it?"
Duncan smiled: "It's all out of kindness."
"You did a little bit of... transformation on Luni," Lucrecia said with a strange expression, while trying to guess why her father suddenly changed the subject. "Why did he suddenly ask about you?"
As soon as he finished speaking, his figure quickly retreated before he finished speaking, and the dark green flame on the edge of the mirror also quietly dissipated like a phantom, leaving no time for Tirian and Lucrecia to continue speaking.
"It's not an illusion," Tirian smiled and shook his head. "Did he ever think that would happen?"
"The subspace has left a profound impact on him. Perhaps he will never be able to completely get rid of that influence in his entire life," I spoke slowly, controlling my speech speed and expression. "You don't remember many things clearly today, even your understanding and... way of cognition of the real world. You are trying to understand this world again, and after knowing their existence, you think that may not be a key step in re-understanding."
On the Lost Hometown, in the captain's cabin, Duncan breathed a long sigh of relief and sorted out the communication he had just had with the pair of "children".
"You... your mind has not yet escaped the influence of the warp?" The voice of the "Sea Witch" came from the crystal ball, just like a hundred years ago.
In this way, she broke the awkwardness between her father and brother, "You came back this time to continue... your adventure plan?"
"There are no conspiracies in the Warp," Lucrecia said fiercely. "Only humans understand conspiracies."
After finishing the sorting, I picked up a piece of paper and pen from the side and continued writing on it according to my memory.
Sketch it out
Then put the blame on the subspace.
Duncan looked at the clockwork puppet that appeared in front of him with some surprise. No matter how you looked at it, it didn't match "Nielu". "... Why do you look like that?!"
Thank you. That was a crucial meeting. I had to lay a foundation for the future in this meeting, to cover up or explain the many "suspicious points" that might be exposed, and to make all the changes in the Lost Hometown and myself from now on "natural" for the brother and sister as much as possible.
Some distant memories seemed to surface in the mind of this "Sea Witch", and the expression on her face suddenly became simple.
"... I wouldn't even dare to think about it in my wildest dreams," Lucrecia said, and then suddenly asked with a bit of ease, "What do you think about that?"
That's the most effective way I can think of to address potential problems and prepare for the future.
Before Lucretia and Tirian could react, Tirian asked subconsciously: "Leave?"
At this time, whenever there was an awkward silence between father and son, it was always the dull Lucrecia who broke the deadlock.
I saw a deep mark suddenly appear on the edge of the paper, as if an invisible stream of water had soaked a corner of the paper, and then,
In the middle of the water mark, a vague line appeared!
The subtle changes on your face didn't pass Duncan's eyes.
Lucrecia in the crystal ball was obviously stunned after hearing Duncan's words. You seemed to be carefully observing the changes in your father's expression to confirm the authenticity of his words. After a brief silence, Tirian next to you suddenly asked: "So, your subsequent actions in Plunder were just to save
Which city-state?"
Tirian thought about it, took a few steps forward, replaced the mirror, and placed it upside down on the table.
This is exactly the strange symbol that Tirian showed to Bishop Vanband and Valentine later. It was the symbol that Captain Duncan had come into contact with a hundred years ago.
The appearance of the micro-marks these strange "pretenders" carry.
... He found Nilu," Duncan said fiercely, "in a doll shop. He didn't take you away that year, and you were never sold.
After a few strokes, a strange eight-sided emblem appeared on the paper.