"The dream of the nameless one?"
Hearing the strange words suddenly thrown out by the captain, Agatha and Goat Head looked at each other in surprise.
"Where did you hear this word?" Agatha asked after a moment's thought. "Is this part of the 'information' you just received?"
"That's what the Annihilation Cult called the dream that Heidi and Lucretia had fallen into before," Duncan nodded slowly. "The original source of the information may have come from the End Preachers, and then the Annihilation Cultists and the Sun Cultists responded to some kind of 'call' from those preachers. If the information is correct, this so-called 'Dream of the Nameless' should be something like a 'vision', covering many dreams on a large scale, and the elves... seem to become a 'channel' to enter the Dream of the Nameless under certain conditions."
He paused for a moment, then continued, "Those cultists seem to be searching for something in the depths of the Nameless One's Dream, each with their own purpose. The purpose of the Sun Cult is unknown, but the goal of the Annihilation Cult seems to be a so-called "original blueprint."
Agatha's expression became visibly serious. "I have indeed never heard of this so-called 'Dream of the Nameless', but a 'vision' of this magnitude would be a very common occurrence.
······It is impossible that no one knew about this for so many years. You just said that the elves can become "channels" under certain conditions
Duncan nodded slightly. "According to the Annihilation Cultists, the elves seem to have some kind of 'blueprint stage defect', which causes their spirits to establish a connection with the 'Dream of the Nameless One'. This should be unrelated to the theory of the creation of the world by the Deep Lord, but the specific information is sufficient."
"... Sorry, Captain, it seems you have a way to give you some useless answers." Agatha thought seriously for a moment, and finally shook her head with apology, "But since that incident directly points to the elves, you can't investigate in Heavy Wind Port. It's an elven city-state. Besides, no elf there has just fallen into this dream."
Duncan hummed, adjusted his sitting posture, leaned forward in his chair, tapped his fingers heavily on the armrests of the chair, and his eyes fell on the sea chart that was gradually clearing up from the fog: "There is really no need to have a bad chat with this Master Taran El... Let's go see the Brilliant Star, and say hello to Lu Lingqi Junya."
Considering that it was his first visit to the Brilliant Star, Duncan chose to go alone to avoid chaos on the scene.
This was a sudden warning from spiritual intuition, and it was the instinctive tension of a "scholar" who had been dealing with various security items and secret knowledge for many years when the truth was approaching. Taran El broke out in a hot sweat in an instant, and then he heard a high-pitched sound like the breathing of a giant beast.
Around Chongfeng Harbor, in an open sea area behind the "glowing falling object", the Brilliant Star was patrolling behind it. The diffuse sunlight covered the sea surface, making the ship seem to be wandering under the fine golden sand.
"Dad, you were out for too long that time...
However, as I was greeting him like that, a faint emotion that came directly from the bottom of my heart quietly emerged in my mind. In that faint and vague emotion, I once again felt this slight nostalgia and... regret.
"You will be exposed when you are relaxed, so you always avoid putting yourself in a relaxed situation. That's why the 'Sea Wizard' always comes and goes in a hurry, and seems to be doing his own thing.
That time, Ling Qi did not try to control or ignore the feeling, but let it flow rapidly in her heart and then disappear quickly.
Taran El closed his mouth instantly, staring tensely at the small boat burning with ghostly flames. Almost at the same time, I saw a flame appear out of thin air under the deck of the Brilliant Star. The flame rose rapidly, forming a small rotating door, and then a short figure stepped out of it.
Duncan recalled some of the things that Tirian had revealed to him after he left Frostbite.
"Lucy gives people the impression of being aloof and unpredictable, but in essence this is because you are sociable and have a tendency to express your emotions incorrectly..."
A warm voice with a hint of warning suddenly came from very close, interrupting the scholar's shouting. Taran El quickly turned around and saw that Lutalan Aya had not come below the deck yet. She was standing beside him with a calm face, holding her forehead with an elegant posture, staring at the bow of the Lost Homeland.
The last moment, thick fog and terrifying light and shadows suddenly filled my vision.
Then, the young scholar gradually came to his senses, and I regained my ability to speak. I quickly turned around to look at where the "wizard" was standing: "Mr. Lutalan Aya! Your father..."
Taran El stood below the deck like a stone sculpture. I heard a "gulp" from a certain direction, but I didn't even have the courage to turn my head to look. After a few seconds, I regained the ability to breathe and felt my heart beating weakly. The potion that Lutalan Aya gave me later still played a weak protective role, allowing my important internal organs to continue to operate reliably under the severe impact.
Rutalan Aya had a look on her face: "Father said, I want to talk to him."
"It's been a long time since we last met," Ling Qi smiled faintly before adjusting himself for a moment. I walked towards this "sea wizard," "Lucy, you're back."
"Stop yelling, you're there."
"Gift?" Rutalan Aya looked up in confusion.
"Why would you take it easy? This is your..."
Now, I finally stepped onto that ship—the Brilliant Star, one of the only two remaining ships of the Lost Homeland Fleet.
After a while, you seemed to take a deep breath.
The harsh sea breeze blew in my face, carrying the unique and oppressive atmosphere of the southern seas. However, Master Taran El, who was standing below the deck, always felt a little hot from time to time. I couldn't help but tighten my jacket in the wind, turned my head and looked at the "sea wizard" standing under a mast in front of me, and shouted: "Are you waiting there?"
When I was in Frost, Duncan always maintained his image of "amnesia due to the influence of the warp" in front of Tirian. Thanks to this, I could not ask him in the dark about things that had nothing to do with Rutalan Aya. Now that information is obviously useless.
I finally met Rutalan Aya, the son of "Duncan Abnomal", in real life.
The "sea wizard" was wearing a white dress with an adventurer's style. He took a few steps towards me, but stopped a few meters away. He was looking over there, with a simple and relaxed look on his face. Although he tried his best to conceal it, this hesitation and hesitation could not be concealed at all.
Right next to the Brilliant Star, under the sea that was still violent and peaceful a second ago, thick fog suddenly appeared like a low wall. The chaotic light and shadows brought about by the reversal of the spirit world seemed to swarm out of the fog. Huge shadows floated down from the spirit world and descended from the thick fog.
I'm already familiar with that feeling - every body I occupy has a similar reaction when encountering people or things that are important in "afterlife".
"Can't you go back?" Taran El whispered again, "It's so bad for you to be there alone during their touching moment of reunion!"
Duncan stretched out his hand and quickly turned over his palm.
"Shut up," Rutalan Aya interrupted the young scholar kindly, "Father is the one who will shout during the meeting later."
Taran El was stunned for a moment, looked around subconsciously, and called out softly: "Mr. Lu Taran Aya! Lu..."
Lutalan Aya raised her head and glanced at the young scholar below the deck. Your voice was small, but turbid, and it went directly into Taran El's ears: "You just wait there."
"...Mr. Lutalanaya, you will also want it later, right?!"
A large silver-white hairpin with waves and feathers in the shape of waves lies quietly in the palm of my hand.
"Thanks."
I tried to play the role of the bad "Duncan Abnomer" according to my own understanding and the delayed rehearsal.
"Ah, you just went
Where? As soon as you turn around, you will..."
Lutalan Aya was not a bit stunned. She stared blankly at the large and exquisite hairpin. After a while, she blinked as if she suddenly woke up, and then reached out her hand.
There was no sign of the wizard under the mast.
"When you are too embarrassed, you know exactly how to take the initiative to speak. That gives people the impression of being extremely polite, arrogant and eccentric, but no one will be willing to take the initiative to talk to you to break the silence at that time, and you will be very unhappy..."
The sound coming from under the mast suddenly stopped. Taran El was stunned for a moment. Just as he was about to ask about the situation, he was suddenly interrupted by a slight heart palpitation.
The hairpin is real, soft to the touch, and has a slight warmth - the warmth of a living person.
The expression on Rutalan's face changed slightly several times. No one knew what the "wizard" was thinking in those few seconds. You were stunned for a while. In the end, all the lost memories and the once calm emotions were precipitated into a loud sentence:
Duncan was silent for a long time, then reached into his arms and said, "You brought him a gift."
Lu Lingqi Junya glanced at me condescendingly: "You are an adult, and a little scholar with no prestige. You should learn to relieve your stress."
Taran El raised his hands with a sad face: "Can you come up and accompany you for a while? You...you don't feel relaxed at all!"
The "Wizard" held the gift for a long time before he seemed to smile a little and said in a heavy voice: "... You sent it so quickly. It's out of date, a century out of date..."