Deep Sea Embers

Chapter 217 Hospitality on the Lost Country

The sea is very calm, the breeze is pleasant, the waves are slow, and the sun is not very strong. If you don't know what kind of horror lies under the deep sea, it can even be said to be a pleasant scenery.

It was as if the terrible nightmare in which the entire city-state was dragged into the doomsday and burned in the raging fire had never happened.

On the high platform at the stern of the Lost Home, the dark steering wheel is automatically rotating the angle without being controlled by anyone, and the sail not far away is also slowly adjusting its posture.

Nina was sitting on the deck at the edge of the high platform, her upper body was lying on the edge of the guardrail, her legs were dangling slightly outside, and Duncan was sitting on a large wooden barrel beside her.

"...This feeling is very strange. I know that you are my Uncle Duncan. I know that you are someone I can rely on and trust. But at the same time, another 'fact' is so clear..."

She seemed to be talking to herself, her voice was very soft and slow.

"I had an uncle, he was a normal guy, he used to be a nice guy, honest, hardworking, but then he became...not so good, he got sick, started drinking, gambling, cranky , the situation is getting worse every day, at that time, I even felt that it was a terrible thing to go home...

"But all of a sudden, my uncle got better again, like in a dream, his body got better, his temper got better, and the atmosphere at home seemed to go back to the past...even the past was not so good, and in fact Since then... I have often thought, how wonderful it would be if you could really be my uncle forever."

Duncan frowned slightly.

"You already noticed it then?"

"It's vaguely... But I'm not sure, and there's one thing I can't figure out," Nina turned her head and raised her face slightly, "If it's really the kind of 'evil spirit' mentioned in the book Why did the evil spirit treat me so well after entering my home?"

Duncan looked into Nina's eyes, and after a while, he suddenly laughed.

"I'm much stronger than the evil spirit."

"It can be seen now, and you are much friendlier than the evil spirit." Nina also laughed, resting her head on the side railing, looking lazily, "You are Uncle Duncan, right?"

"Yes, and can always be."

"That's great... I feel much more relieved," Nina breathed out, and then she was silent for a while before hesitating to ask, "My other uncle...was he calm when he left?"

Duncan recalled the night when he really stepped into the city-state of Purdue.

An irredeemable cultist, swallowed his last breath in the cold and damp sewer, his dark compatriots are planning to throw the corpse into the dark depths, and his muddled mind has nothing but vicious resentment towards the darkness Sun-twisted fanatical worship.

But there is still a little bit of humanity remaining, and I miss a relative who depends on each other.

Just for that little bit of humanity.

"He walked very peacefully, and he must have rested in peace now," Duncan said softly, "The last thing he worries about is not much, and you are in it."

"That's okay," Nina breathed a sigh of relief, as if letting go of the last bit of burden, she stretched vigorously, and lay on her back on the deck directly. The sail was reflected in her pupils, "A lot of things have really happened recently, especially today... Can you tell me about them? Things you haven't told me, about this ship, about you , and... about me."

Duncan got up from the barrel, came to Nina's side, and lay down slowly: "That will take a long time, uncle, I am a person with many stories..."

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"All in all, Captain Duncan is just so powerful..."

On the vast deck of the Lost Home, Alice was happily introducing the captain's great deeds to the "visitors". I heard these stories from the head of the goat, and now they have been twisted and twisted by the puppet lady, and they have all been distorted into an incomprehensible appearance-not to mention that Duncan himself would be shocked if he heard it Even if Alice recounted it on the spot, she couldn't guarantee that she was right.

But it was just such nonsense, Shirley and Morris on the opposite side listened very seriously, even Agou on the side put down the newspaper and listened attentively.

They didn't think there was anything unreasonable in Alice's messy story at all-even if Alice insisted that the Lost Country actually had two long legs under it, and it was only possible to run so fast by running wildly on the sea floor.

The master of the subspace, the Lost Homelander, the number one natural disaster in the boundless sea--it is only reliable if it is outrageous, the more unreasonable the better.

The person in front of me is "Ms. Alice" who had a place on the Lost Homelander. She was a confidant who followed Mr. Duncan and even dared to pinch Mr. Duncan's cheek in the antique shop. She must be right.

"As expected of the Lost Country..." Morris clapped his hands in admiration. He had studied knowledge all his life, and only realized how short-sighted he was in front of Alice. "I have seen many articles on this ship in books. Those who write books sit in a room and can write a whole book with their imagination, but now it seems that more than 90.00% of them are outrageous..."

As soon as the old gentleman finished speaking, a majestic voice suddenly came from the side: "I strongly advise you not to take Alice's words seriously—she is far more outrageous than those nonsense books."

The moment the voice sounded, Agou ran behind Shirley, and Morris hurriedly stood up, looking at the tall figure who was walking down the stairs not far away: "Ah, Duncan... Captain , are you done?"

Duncan nodded, and walked down the stairs, and then another petite figure came down the stairs behind him.

"Nina!" Shirley jumped up when she saw the figure, and happily went forward, "You're fine! You're back!"

Following this act of getting up to greet him, the black chain on Xue Li's arm straightened instantly, and Agou, who was pretending that he didn't exist, was dragged forward by the chain, jumping and shouting: "Hey!" Slow down, slow down... Fuck, you are still dragging me... Oh my god, I'm sorry..."

"Shirley," Nina said with a bright smile on her face, she stepped forward and grabbed Shirley's arm, shook it vigorously twice, then bent down to look at Agou who just hit her head on the stairs, and stretched out her hand to pat Patted the latter's bony head: "And Mr. Agou, I'm back."

Morris also stepped forward to greet his students, and then turned to look at Alice next to him: "Miss Alice, what you just said...is it all made up?"

"I didn't make it up! That's what Mr. Goathead said!" Alice's eyes widened immediately, "It said it had been serving on the Lost Homeland for a century, and it knew more about this ship than anyone else!"

Morris looked confused: "Goat head?"

"My first mate—you don't like dealing with it." Duncan said casually, and then looked around at the few people standing in front of him at the moment.

Morris, Shirley, Agou—unplanned boarders, long-lost visitors on the Lost Home.

The situation in the Puland city-state was urgent at that time. Although Duncan already had a plan to use the special properties of the Lost Homeland to strip away the historical pollution, just in case, he still took the "guests" who had taken refuge in the antique shop at that time. The emergency transmission was sent to this ship, but now that the affairs of the city-state have subsided, it is necessary to consider the future.

At the very least, old Mr. Morris still has relatives in the city-state, and he probably doesn't want to stay on this ghost ship forever from now on.

After a short thought, he withdrew his gaze.

"I think you already know where you are now, and I already know who I am-as you can see, this is the Lost Home, and I am the captain of this ship. At least half of the horror legends... are almost all related to me.

"I don't comment on the authenticity and exaggerated descriptions of these legends, but one thing is true as the legends say: after boarding the Lost Homelander, it will be difficult for you to cut off the connection with this ship. In this sense, after experiencing Ai's teleportation and the "spiritualization" of the Lost Home, you are already considered the crew of this ship.

"Unfortunately, this process is neither reversible nor inevitable."

Duncan stated this fact straight to the point-and this is also the experience he has summed up recently related to the Lost Country and his own strength.

Encounters with the Homeless, encounters with the Phantom Blaze, will inevitably establish a connection with Duncan, even if he himself is unaware of it - the earliest example is the White Oak, and the most recent is Vanna.

The reactions of Morris and Shirley were calmer than Duncan imagined, only Agou drooped his head and muttered something that no one could understand.

It seemed that they had thought of this situation long ago and were mentally prepared.

Duncan deliberately paused for two or three seconds, then suddenly shook his head with a smile.

"However, there is one thing that is different from the legend," his tone became more relaxed, "this ship does not only have a one-way ticket, and my captain... as you can see, I am not a crazy man like the legend says. Out of control natural disaster.

"You boarded the ship because the situation was urgent, so I did not restrict your freedom."

This time, Shirley and Morris finally opened their eyes slightly, especially the latter. The old man was still struggling with how he could return to the city-state a moment ago, and how to get the qualification to return to the world from a subspace shadow. But he didn't expect it to be so simple, and he was immediately surprised: "That is to say... we can go back?"

"Of course," Duncan smiled, "Prand's crisis is over, you are free to come and go, but..."

Morrison tensed again.

"But let's go after dinner," Duncan said casually, "this is my way of hospitality—the food on the Lost Homelander is simple, but there are also some specialties, especially aquatic products, which you can't get in touch with in the city-state good stuff..."

(End of this chapter)