Vanna woke up from a weird and chaotic dream and found that it was still dark outside the window - the cold and pale light of World Creation shone on the windowsill depicting deep sea runes, making it seem peaceful and quiet. Google search reading

However, the scene in that weird dream was still clearly reflected in her mind——

A ship, a big ship burning with green ghost flames, sailed from the boundary between the sea and the sky. It rolled over the entire Puland city-state like a rolling mountain. In the ghost flames, there were countless more Shouts and desolate songs were roaring in unison, as if they were about to overthrow the whole world.

At the same time as the giant ship arrived, she saw a scorching sun rising from the depths of the city-state of Purland - not the sun that the world knew and was bound by ancient runes, but as described by those sun believers. A blazing celestial body like the "ancient sun", it rose from the depths of the city-state, the flames melted the earth, and all the people flowed on the streets like molten wax statues.

The Cathedral of the Deep Sea Church stood quietly in the center of the purgatory of the Living Fire City. She prayed to the church in her dream, hoping to receive guidance from the Storm Goddess. However, the cathedral only heard the noisy and meaningless bells. No guidance has come...

Vanna sat up from the bed and came to the window in her pajamas. She glanced at the still calm city and the "creation of the world" in the sky outside, but the irritation in her heart became more and more boiling.

After a moment, the young judge retracted her gaze towards the city. She came to the dressing table near the bed and opened a drawer——

There is a dagger in the drawer of the dressing table. It is a curved ceremonial dagger. The runes symbolizing the Deep Sea Church shimmer at the root of the dagger's blade, as if it is being stimulated by an inexplicable force and "resonates".

Vanna's eyes stayed on the flashing runes for several seconds, then she used the blade to cut a wound in the palm of her hand. As blood seeped out, she placed her hand across her chest and recited the Storm Goddess in a low voice. name, in an attempt to seek guidance from the gods.

However, for some reason, she only heard some illusory roaring waves, and the "psionic induction" state that she could enter very easily in the past was silent today.

It was as if an invisible curtain suddenly enveloped her, blocking the connection between her and the storm goddess Gemona.

Vanna's brows wrinkled a little bit.

The connection between believers and gods is disturbed. This situation is very rare, but it is not unimaginable - the mapping relationship between subspace and the real world is difficult and complicated, and it is impossible to understand with mortal wisdom. Even with the power of gods, sometimes Temporary changes in strength will also occur due to the influence of the subspace, the deep sea and the spiritual world. In addition, there are eternal turbulent disputes between gods and gods, and between gods and ancient gods. Some believers On rare occasions it is possible to suddenly not hear the voice of the gods.

But the Storm Goddess Gmorna... shouldn't be like this.

The boundless sea surrounds mortal civilization. The power of the Storm Goddess penetrates all dimensions and affects the entire reality. All gods may lose contact with the real world. Even the God of Death occasionally leaves loopholes like "Resurrectionist", but only Storm Goddess...impossible.

This is also one of the reasons why the Deep Sea Church can become the most powerful church in the boundless sea.

The problem lies with you?

Fanna naturally began to doubt her own condition, but when she looked at the palm of her hand, she saw that the wound she had just made had begun to heal quickly.

The blessing from the goddess is still there, taking effect without any lag.

Vanna once again recalled the noisy and weird nightmare before, as well as the ominous signs she had seen in the past many days.

There must be a connection between all this.

A ghost ship burning with green flames... a ghost ship...

Fanna quickly recalled and compared the mystical knowledge she had mastered in her mind, and then her eyes suddenly became serious.

She is not an expert in the field of navigation, and she has rarely been exposed to the absurd stories circulated among superstitious sailors, but even in orthodox church books, there is a ghost ship that occupies a special position.

It was an ominous ship returning from subspace, and its captain was the terrifying captain who caused the Thirteen Islands of Wetherland to be swallowed up by the border collapse a century ago, Duncan.

Vanna suddenly stood up behind the dressing table, but then she remembered - it was late at night, and the cathedral's archives, like any other library, was not open at night.

And from a safety perspective, she had better not talk to anyone about the content of the dream in the hours just after the "Omen Dream" - if this dream really points to the "Captain Duncan", then he is extremely It is possible to reversely perceive what mortals are talking about themselves through the connection established in this dream.

After all, it was a... "ghost" that could return from subspace.

The most safe approach now is to wait patiently, until the sun regains its dominant position in the world, and until the connection established by the dream gradually dissipates, then go to the archives to check the relevant information, or consult the archbishop in the church to discuss these unknown matters. omen.

In any case, if these foreboding dreams really point to that "Captain Duncan" and are really reminding her that the legendary ship Lost Home is eyeing Plande, then as the guardian of the city-state, she must Stop that terrifying ghost captain from landing at all costs...

A tall and thin black figure quickly walked through the deserted downtown streets, and the slender figure cast a fleeting silhouette under the gas lamp.

A completely unfamiliar city, completely unfamiliar buildings, specious memories in my mind, a civilian neighborhood that seemed deserted and weird during curfew time.

However, Duncan felt particularly happy walking in such a shabby alley.

He succeeded - not only successfully carried out the second spiritual walk, but also successfully controlled a body to come to the ground, and came to the surface of the city-state of Puland.

He is getting in touch with the civilized society of this world, and he is observing with his own eyes the architecture and technology of this era.

And he still uses a complete body - neither open-minded nor open-minded. This body that looks normal from the outside can make his next actions very convenient.

Frankly speaking, the health status of this body is actually not very good. Even if he can ignore most of the body's problems while walking in the spirit world, Duncan can clearly feel the sub-healthy state of this body, but he No complaints about this, even taking it for granted.

After all, judging from these two experiences, walking in the spirit world occupies corpses that have been dead for a certain period of time - can anything that is alive and kicking be a corpse?

A distant dog barking came from the end of the street. Duncan cautiously slowed down and hid himself in the shadows between the buildings.

He didn't know if it was the patrol dog led by the church guard who kept watch at night, but there was nothing wrong with being cautious.

Over the nearby buildings, there are huge pipe structures spanning the low houses. The light cast by the "pale scar" casts intermittent light and shadow between those pipes. Occasionally, steam leaks from the valves of some pipes. A hazy mist formed in the night.

The barking of the dog faded away.

Duncan walked out of his hiding place, looked around at the movement on the street, and comforted the pigeon Ai who was moving around on his shoulder, and then walked to the other side of the street following his memory.

Between a row of low two- or three-story buildings, there is an old door with a dirty sign hanging above it. The walls on both sides can also be seen to be dusty and lack of care. ’s display window - this is a shop that looks quite small in scale, but it is obviously lacking in maintenance and business is miserable.

This is where the memory fragments in his mind lead Duncan.

He came to the old door and looked up at the sign on the door. A row of letters was vaguely legible in the dark:

"Ron's Antique Shop," Duncan muttered under his breath, "is a concise name..."

After saying that, he started searching at the door. Since the memory in his mind was not very clear, he searched for a long time before looking through the window sill.

The original owner of the body did not take the key with him, nor did he carry any identifying items or items that could be used to find the antique store, which seems to be due to the caution of a veteran cultist - but for a person who can For the ghost captain who stole his memory, these superficial cautions were meaningless.

Duncan opened the door to Ron's antique store, stepped in and quickly closed the door.

The wooden door made a banging sound, but the sound did not spread too far in the night. The signboard hanging above the door tilted slightly due to the vibration, and the letters on the signboard squirmed in the pale and cold night. In the blink of an eye, the new The words appear on the wooden board——

"Duncan's Antique Shop".

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