Deep Sea Embers

Chapter 128: Changing Course

The second floor of the antique shop is not large. There are only two rooms besides the kitchen and bathroom, one for Duncan and one for Nina. Shirley, who is staying temporarily, can obviously only sleep with Nina.

"Actually, I can sleep in the corridor..." Seeing Nina busy preparing for herself, Shirley looked a little embarrassed, "Or I can make a bunk on the ground floor..."

"That won't work," Nina said, while looking up in the direction of the door - Uncle Duncan had gone back to his room, and now she and Shirley were the only two people here, plus he was napping next to him. "Agou", "How can you let guests sleep in the corridor, and the first floor... those on the first floor are all uncle's 'treasures', he will not agree."

"His baby?" Shirley was stunned for a moment, recalling what she had seen on the first floor - she was so nervous before that she didn't even take a good look at this place, but now that she recalled it, that The building seemed to be nothing more than a pile of messy junk. To say that it was the "collection" of a warp shadow would be a bit outrageous.

But soon she realized: here, the "Mr. Duncan" was playing just an ordinary person, and the Nina in front of her seemed to really not know that her "uncle" had other appearances.

Thinking of this, Shirley had a strange expression. Under the bright light brought by the electric light, she glanced at Nina quickly and whispered: "Are you really not angry?"

Nina stopped making the bed and raised her eyebrows: "Angry? Why?"

"...I actually lied to you for a long time," Shirley whispered. She had rarely been so embarrassed and whispered in her life, but since she met "Mr. Duncan", she is now more and more accustomed to speaking in a low voice. He spoke loudly, "I only approached you because of Agou's reminder at first, but I didn't expect you to believe me so easily, or even... become my 'friend' so easily. I think, you You should be a little angry."

"...No one has taken the initiative to talk to me in school for a long time. I thought..." Nina muttered, but quickly shook her head, "But I'm really not angry, no matter what the reason is. , at least you really accompanied me to talk, go shopping and go to the museum."

Shirley did not quite accept Nina's frank reaction. In other words, she had long been accustomed to a colder interpersonal environment. Instead, she felt particularly awkward around Nina, who always seemed to exude warmth: "You are such a cool person. weirdo."

"Really?" Nina made the bed and sat on it, tilting her head slightly, "But someone seemed to have said this to me a long time ago... 'Why is this child so broad-minded?' I remember saying so."

As she spoke, she waved to Shirley: "Sit up too, why are you just standing there like that?"

Shirley was stunned for a moment, then hesitantly sat down next to Nina, feeling extremely strange in her heart.

She never thought that things would develop into this form.

She was stared at by a subspace shadow and had to live in the other person's "lair". She and the subspace shadow's "dependents" were in the same room. Agou had been shrinking into a ball with inexplicable fear from the beginning. She knew The real situation at this moment was so dangerous, so strange, and might even be just a hair away from death - but when she opened her eyes, there were only warm lights in front of her, and a girl with a warm smile.

"The light is so bright..." As if to break the tension, or maybe just because she had nothing to say, Shirley suddenly muttered softly.

"Is there no electric light where you live?" Nina was a little surprised.

"I live in... an older neighborhood, and there are no electric lights there yet," Shirley said a little embarrassed, "You still have to use oil lamps after dark."

"Ah..." Nina opened her mouth, feeling a little awkward in her heart, and then changed the subject stiffly, "Do you want to change into pajamas? You can wear mine. I have one from two years ago, you should put it on suitable."

"……good."

"Go to bed early today. It's your day off tomorrow. I'll walk around with you in the morning and buy you a new dress. Your skirt is burned."

"……I have no money."

"Then consider it my gift to you."

"……good."

…

Duncan stood in front of the window sill of the bedroom, quietly looking in the direction of the Sixth Street, his expression calmed down.

The two girls had already fallen asleep next door. After going through so many things today, he didn't know if Shirley was tired, but Nina was definitely tired.

He closed his eyes slightly and looked to the side.

In the dark field of vision, two small green flames jumped.

That was the direction of the next room, and the two clusters of flames were the "marks" he left behind. One of them came from Shirley, and the other... pointed to Nina's direction.

Duncan still doesn't know what the ashes surrounding Nina mean, nor what secrets are buried in this city-state, nor where the "curtain" comes from, nor who is behind the scenes. Holding everything.

But he could feel that he was getting closer to the truth of eleven years ago, gradually stirring up the thick fog that covered the city-state and was condensed by some extraordinary elements.

Leaving a "mark" on Nina is a kind of insurance. This mark can allow him to detect the other party's status immediately and serve as a location in an emergency. Moreover, if he figures out in the future what the "ashes" around Nina are, Whatever is going on, we can use the power of the mark to intervene immediately. At least we can isolate Nina from the harmful supernatural forces around her.

But just having heavy insurance is not enough.

Duncan looked at his hands.

This body is still too weak and too far away from the main body. The power that the main body can convey and the power that this body can control are limited, and the dangers hidden in this city-state are likely to exceed his expectations.

He took a gentle breath and slowly closed his eyes.

The next second, Duncan, who was on the Lost Home, opened his eyes, stood up and pushed open the door to the captain's dormitory.

The goat-headed voice came with almost no delay: "Oh, great captain! Your loyal omission is being calibrated..."

"In which direction is the city-state of Pland?" Duncan glanced at the goat head and interrupted him quite skillfully.

"P...Plande City State?!" The goat head was caught off guard, and its hard wooden face showed a moment of astonishment, but then it reacted, and its tone suddenly became unexpected and excited, "Plande City State ! The human city-state! Is the great Captain Duncan finally going to launch a plundering expedition? ! Is this your attack target? Or can we plunder the merchant ships passing by the city-state? By gradually sealing off its coastline, the city-state navy may be in trouble..."

"Shut up and don't make any unnecessary arrangements." Duncan went straight to the navigation table, stretched out his hand and knocked on the table, "I just want to ask you about the direction of the city-state of Pland."

"Oh, ok, ok, as you wish -"

The goat's head's voice became a little deeper and longer. He spoke slowly, and the next second, Duncan noticed a flashing bright spot suddenly appeared on the edge of the foggy navigation chart.

"The city-state of Puland you are looking for...should not be too far away," the goat head said respectfully, "Ah, unfortunately, the navigation chart has been sleeping for too long, and it can only indicate the approximate position of Puland. , the sea conditions and landmarks along the way are still shrouded in unknown..."

"It looks very far away." Duncan glanced at the bright spot in the fog, then judged the scope of the explored sea area around the Lost Home, and frowned slightly, "Sail at full speed, how long will it take to get close to the coast of Pland? ?”

"Half a month? Or maybe a month? In fact, it's already very fast. We haven't really reached the border of civilization yet," Goat Head babbled. "You can also choose to have the Homeless Ship move forward at full speed in the spiritual world. But this is not very safe. Although the spirit world itself poses little threat to us, there are many daring people in the deep sea who may cause trouble..."

The deep sea...

Duncan subconsciously thought of "Agou", but he quickly shook his head: "Then let's sail in the real sea first and get closer to the city-state of Pland - the last question, can we not be discovered by the city-state?"

He looked into the eyes of the goat head.

As the "captain" of the Lost Home, his question was a bit risky this time.

Because he should have had complete control over the ship and fully understood its capabilities.

But he still asked, and he was testing his "first officer" little by little.

The obsidian eyes of the goat head showed no emotion at all. He just looked at each other quietly with the captain. After a few seconds of silence, he spoke as usual: "...We can hide in the fog, if necessary. , you can briefly dive into the reflection of the broken waves, so that at least fifteen nautical miles away from the coast, human city-states and ships cannot detect the approach of the Lost Home.

"But not much closer - the sight of the gods will detect it, the cathedrals of the city-states will warn."

"This is all your experience from a century ago," Duncan said calmly, "Does it still apply now?"

"Of course," the goat head said briskly, "it's just a century - the gods will not make any progress in this century."

Duncan breathed a sigh of relief: "Very good, then let the Homeless Ship approach the city-state of Plande, and be careful to hide yourself."

"Can I ask?" Goat Head said, "What...what do you want to do?"

"Just wanted to do a test," Duncan thought for a moment, with a smile on his face, "to see if the wifi will be better this way."

Goat Head: "...wi...what do you mean?"

"Let Ai explain it to you later?"

"No! Your loyal omission doesn't care what it means!"