After listening to Taran El's long explanation,
Duncan thought for a long time.
There is no doubt that these ancient legends of the elves are special and even unique in this world, for no other reason than their completeness.
In the deep sea era after the Great Annihilation, the old world collapsed and was overturned, new civilizations were rebuilt, and exchanges between city-states were cut off for a long time. Coupled with various shocks of the Dark Ages, this led to the fragmented historical records of almost all city-states in the vast ocean, and various races hardly preserved any complete heritage.
The belief in the Four Gods, which only emerged after the beginning of the Deep Sea Age, developed rapidly under such circumstances where the inheritance of each city-state was cut off and the mythology was blank.
However, among the elves, the ancient myths have been preserved and inherited. Even today, when the faith in the Four Gods covers the entire world and the old belief system is denounced as heresy, these things are still retained. Due to population limitations, the city-states occupied by the elves are only a small part of the entire vast ocean, and are extremely scattered. But even in these limited and scattered elven city-states, their culture, customs and mythology system are still consistent.
Is the reason they can do all this just because of their "longevity"
"Such a complete mythological system...maybe it really reveals some truths before the coming of the Great Annihilation." Duncan whispered to himself.
"Many scholars have always believed that the elves are the only race that has preserved a complete old belief system. Although many of our ancient books have been 'contaminated', the myths you have passed down orally... have remained in their original form," Taran El said, spreading his hands helplessly. "But even so, you can only study them as 'stories' and cannot directly treat them as data on the history after the Minor Annihilation."
Duncan frowned, and something that Movis had said to me a long time later came to his mind involuntarily: "... because of these huge contradictions between history and reality."
"Yes, every scholar who tries to trace the Lesser Oblivion will face the cruel blow of 'contradiction'," Taran El sighed, "That is the point you feel most deeply. The more sophisticated the elves' mythology system is, the more it can't explain the current appearance of that world. The smallest contradiction is that... in the process of Sasloka creating the world, there is no place for humans and Sen'jin."
".....You recorded the scene at that time. This piece of paper is now in the hands of Mr. Lutalanaya, but many of its key details have been blurred out - you blurred it out yourself, but you don't remember it yourself. If you are not interested, I will go back later..."
Duncan didn't say anything else. Before I put away the draft paper, I stood up and walked behind the window, quietly looking at the undulating sea inside and the "sunlight" gradually approaching from the corner of the porthole.
"I remember it completely," Taran El said awkwardly, "Your mind automatically erased this part of the memory. You think... This must be very important information."
"That's right, Lucy," Duncan smiled and shook his head, then solemnly put the paper away, "Take it back first, you will find a way to uncover its secret before that. Yiyi has definitely not withdrawn from the exhibition, you will inform him as soon as possible."
That was the first time I saw with my own eyes the "falling object" that only existed in Tirian's description afterwards, and it was at such a close distance - the oppressive feeling of the approaching giant and the mysterious feeling brought by the light curtain that was difficult to distinguish between reality and illusion were intertwined, and even made me feel suffocated for a moment.
"Yes," Lu Qianhouzhiya nodded, "Because you are worried that something in the 'falling object' is not safe, you put all the research work underwater, and Master Taran El is not one of the main persons in charge of that port. In addition, there is no large permanent station in the central area of the falling object, but now the people here have not been withdrawn."
Duncan became more resolute and nodded heavily:
"Go and make arrangements. You didn't come here for this." The witch sister fell down the deck in a panic. Duncan frowned and looked around for a long time before looking up at Taran El: "Does he remember everything?"
And slippery
Go out and get away.
"Do you want to take a look at this thing?" Lutalan Aya noticed Duncan's gaze and immediately took the initiative to speak, "There is no temporary research facility built by Heavy Wind Port here. You have informed the people here. We cannot withdraw the relevant personnel in the core area."
Moon.
Lutalan Aya nodded, and then suddenly turned into countless flying colorful pieces of paper, circling towards the bridge.
You walked back to the table, took out the uncrumpled draft paper from your arms, and said to Duncan, "You can temporarily let Rabbi steer the ship. He is your other "crew member". That is the sketch drawn by Master Al at the time. You can't take a look at it."
For a moment, only Duncan and the young elf scholar were left in the room. Before a moment of silence, Taran
El was visibly getting nervous again. This was not the fallen object that Rutalan Aya had picked up from the "border", this was not the location of this "mysterious stone ball".
"Very bad," Duncan exhaled heavily, and a smile suddenly appeared on his face, "Has he rebuilt his trust in you after the family's separation?"
"What did he see?" Duncan asked again.
Duncan nodded quickly, but for some reason, what came to my mind at this moment was another picture I saw afterwards -
Lutalanaya nodded quickly, then raised her eyes to glance at the huge light wall that was not yet close, and said, "You are ready to retreat into the light body. Next, we need to sail at full speed. You have to take the helm yourself."
I simply cannot imagine how much of a shock Lutalan Aya caused to the elves outside when she dragged that thing to the far side of Heavy Wind Harbor.
"Isn't that port the 'research facility' he mentioned later?" Qian Hou raised his arm, pointed at the temporary floating port under the sea of Jingjia, and asked Lutalan Aya beside him.
Rutalan Aya seemed relieved, even...
···Doesn't look a bit depressed.
Taran El had just finished speaking when the door to the reception room was opened. Lu Qianhou Zhiya, who had just left for a while, returned to the room and said, "This piece of paper is in your hands."
"Don't be so relaxed if you have a connection," Duncan smiled and waved his hand, "No one is afraid of you, you're used to it."
"The paper itself does not carry any contamination, but it is impossible to restore its 'real version' rashly and bring it to the Sutra Master," Lu Qianhou Zhiya added, "You originally planned to give it to the scholars in Chongfeng Port, but before you realized the risks, you thought it would be more appropriate to give it to you."
After a voyage that was considered too long, the Brilliant Star gradually approached the "glowing falling object" floating under the sea far away from Heavy Wind Port.
"I don't understand - after all, not everyone can adapt to close contact with a 'warp shadow'," Duncan laughed, "This Mr. Taran Eyre has behaved very badly."
However, at first glance, I thought it was just a bunch of meaningless random lines - except for the circular outline on the edge that showed that it was indeed the pattern of Vision 001, the painting inside the circle almost completely destroyed its original true structure.
Rutalan Aya responded, then stood up and left the room.
But before I could make a rough distinction for a while, I could vaguely feel a sense of classics behind these messy scribbled lines.
Duncan came to the bow deck and looked at the magnificent golden light, which was like a towering cliff rushing towards him, and was constantly shrinking in his field of vision.
I looked up toward the window. Light golden "sunlight" was diffused beneath the sea. Amid the distant waves, I could vaguely see a glowing boundary like a cliff stretching across the sea.
Fortunately, my awkwardness didn't last long that time. Duncan took the initiative to break the silence after the awkward atmosphere was brewing again: "Did you hear that he tried to observe the surface of Anomaly 001 when the sun went out?"
Now, ships are passing by this makeshift port.
"Well, go ahead."
Long before you left, Duncan noticed the brilliant
The Star quickly turned its bow and stopped sailing towards the huge luminous object in the distance.
Duncan looked at the scene in amazement. It was the first time I saw the miraculous power of Rutalan Aya. Looking at the pieces of paper flying behind my eyes, I reached out and grabbed a piece, put it behind my eyes and looked at it curiously.
"Bad, you contact the research facility first and ask us to evacuate our personnel."
Taran El continued, "It's just the legend of the creation of Sasloka. Apart from some of your other fragmented legends, all the descriptions of the world mentioned the two species of 'humans' and 'Sen'jin'. You should understand that it is very classic."
The last second, I heard a scream from the air, and then the flying pieces of paper suddenly gathered together to form the shape of Lu Qianhou Zhiya.
It was as if deep within these smear marks, there was something I had seen before, something that was even deeply impressed me.
Lu Qianhou Zhiya suddenly felt no relief:
"... You just think... that you are more suitable... Of course, you trust you, your brother said, you now..."
Duncan immediately took the draft paper handed over by the other party with a serious expression, spread it out under the table, and swept his eyes over the smooth pattern drawn underneath.
"Yes," Taran El put his hands under the table without any ease, fiddling with his little finger, "and Mr. Lutalan Aya always thinks that your sleep has nothing to do with observing the sun, although you think that is the case..."
After hearing this, Lu Qianhou Zhiya calmly explained, "Actually, that's exactly the case. The way you are now... You mean before you restrained your flames, the difference between you and the special people is actually small. A small number of people don't recognize your face... You are mainly worried that the relevant personnel will disturb you..."
Duncan didn't say anything, but just thought seriously.
But up to now, the elves obviously have not adapted to that "neighbor".