Deep Sea Embers

The image in the mirror gradually faded, but Duncan still stood in front of the mirror, lost in thought for a long time.

He did not hide the situation of his "incarnation" from Lucretia, nor did he hide the power related to the incarnation - his "messenger" Ai can move quickly between the "beacons" formed by the avatar. His power and main consciousness can also switch between incarnations instantly. This ability is powerful and convenient, but in Qingfeng Port, he did not arrange such an "incarnation".

One of the reasons is of course that he has not found a "suitable" carrier, but the more important reason is that he has not told anyone else.

He looked at the mirror in front of him and looked at his current face in the mirror.

I don't know since when, I have completely adapted to this once very unfamiliar face, this powerful body, this majestic and gloomy appearance... It has become his "codename" for living in this world.

A soul named "Zhou Ming" occupies this body, just like the other two bodies of Purander and Hanshuang, and as time goes by, he adapts to them and adapts well.

And he believes that even if there are new, long-term "incarnations", he will soon adapt, whether it is one, ten, or even more, he can "adapt".

He found that his mind was far tougher and... weirder than he thought. Controlling multiple identities and multiple lives at the same time would not bring much burden to him, and the schizophrenia and personality disorders that he once worried about did not appear. .

But he still subconsciously controlled his urge to add a new "incarnation" and controlled the idea of ​​finding a corpse in Qingfeng Harbor to serve as a "beacon".

What Duncan is worried about is not losing himself due to too many incarnations - he knows that the remaining emotions and memories read when occupying these bodies have a minimal impact on himself, and those weak wills cannot shake his spirit in the slightest. .

He was worried about other things.

If he just gradually regards "occupying corpses" as a habit and regards controlling multiple destinies as an insignificant "way of doing things", maybe one day, something worse than "losing himself" will happen - when he After occupying dozens or hundreds of vivid lives, can he still take the "aftermath issues" of those incarnations as seriously as he does now?

By then, the next "Nina" may appear, but he will no longer be a conscientious "Uncle Duncan".

Human nature will pass away unconsciously.

So after realizing this, he decided to treat the issue of "new incarnations" in the future with great caution - unless the situation was really suitable or extremely necessary.

Of course, temporarily occupying the bodies of certain cultists for the purpose of investigation is not within the scope of his prudence - that is a one-time "daily disposable" consumable.

A thin layer of black smoke quietly appeared in the mirror, and Agatha's figure appeared in the depths of the smoke.

Seeing the captain looking in the mirror, Agatha quickly shrank back and shrank her own image in the corner of the mirror, then looked at Duncan: "Are you still thinking about the suggestion that Miss Lucretia just gave you? '?"

"...Perhaps she still has some doubts about me," Duncan sighed softly. "Her suggestion was somewhat tentative, but that's not what I'm thinking about now."

Agatha nodded and did not pursue the question. Instead, she changed the subject: "What are our plans next?"

"It's very simple. The Lost Home continues to sail north until it crosses the northern channel of Qingfeng Port to see if the Dream of the Unknown will still appear despite such a long distance, and to see if the Reflection Lost Ship Whether the hometown number will still appear in Silantis' dream, Vanna and the others will continue to act according to the previous plan - the most noteworthy thing now is Rabbi's side, the rabbit lurking on the ship of the Annihilation Cult, and those who The believers will hold a meeting before nightfall today, and I'm curious... what they are going to do at the meeting."

As he spoke, Duncan exhaled softly, with a hint of expectation in his expression: "Next, just wait for another news from Lucretia."

Agatha listened silently, and when the captain finished speaking, she couldn't help but ask a question she had been curious about for a long time: "Then if the dream of the Nameless Man is really unaffected and reappears, how will you sail on that ship again?" The 'Reflection Lost' in the dark mist? Your body remains on the ship at the moment, and the 'vine' will only appear in Qingfeng Port..."

Duncan smiled and looked at Agatha in the corner of the mirror: "Do you still remember, the last time the dream of the Nameless One ended prematurely, it was precisely because I touched the vines from the real world and entered that dark space, as an 'outsider' ' took the helm of the Reflection Lost Home as his identity, and after returning to reality, I tell you that I have an idea to solve this problem."

Agatha frowned and said doubtfully: "The idea you mentioned..."

Duncan smiled and turned to look at the scenery outside the window next to him. In the mirror in front of him, he slowly lowered his head and looked at Agatha who was in the same mirror as him.

Duncan in the mirror bent down and touched Agatha, whose image had shrunk to the size of a palm, with his fingers: "This is my train of thought."

Agatha was stunned for a moment. She raised her head in the mirror world and looked at the captain who had also entered the mirror world. After being stunned for two or three seconds, she finally let out a soft exclamation - and then cracked the ground.

Duncan sighed helplessly in the mirror, bent down and picked up Agatha piece by piece, saying as he did so: "You should try to use a more flexible way of thinking to face life on this ship. In terms of adaptability. , we need to learn more from Morris or Vanna - the former can even accept Shirley's homework books now..."

…

Lucretia sat in front of the mirror and was in a daze for a while. After an unknown amount of time, she heard the voice of Rabbi Rabbit coming from the crystal ball not far away: "Mistress, you are worried that the old master will give birth to you." Are you angry?"

Lucretia turned her head: "Why do you say that?"

"Because your last suggestion is like testing the old master to see if he really maintains normal human cognition and 'humanity'. The old master might care about this..."

"I didn't mean to test my father, I just... didn't think too much about it," Lucretia said casually, but then she frowned and looked at the faint phantom emerging from the crystal ball, "That's right. , and actually had the time to listen to the conversation between my father and me - it sounded quite leisurely."

"Rabbi is relieving stress, Rabbi is in danger~~Rabbi must use his best condition to complete the task ordered by the mistress~~" The rabbit doll's high-pitched and annoying tone immediately came from the crystal ball , "There are only terrible cultists here. They are stupid and ugly. The rabbi must talk to the mistress in order to control his state and avoid ~eating them all~~~"

Lucretia ignored the outrageous and weird parts of the rabbi's words and said expressionlessly: "Whatever, I don't care how you plan to complete the task. Anyway, if you are really discovered by that 'saint', don't expect it." I'll save you."

"But the mistress will definitely come, Rabbi knows~~ You will find Rabbi from the spirit world again, and then sew Rabbi into a new rag doll~~ Can it be a little bear next time?"

"There's so much nonsense." Lucrecia tapped the crystal ball casually.

The rabbit finally calmed down.

…

The huge Anomaly 001 is gradually sinking. The sun turns into a brilliant sunset and crosses the waves. The light shining in from the window becomes gentler. After a whole day of repairs, the condition of the dead bird has finally improved a lot. .

The time for the assembly is almost here, and now you can hear footsteps coming from outside the cabin from time to time, as well as the voices of compatriots greeting each other.

The tall, thin man with a sinister face got up from the bed and listened to the noise outside.

He'd spent most of the day lying in bed trying to adjust to himself and the bird, and now he'd had enough.

The Annihilation cultist named Richard took a long breath, went to the closet in the corner, and took out the black hooded robe to be worn for the rally.

He actually doesn't like this kind of robe - although most dark believers are used to this kind of dress and believe that this kind of clothing that can cover the whole body helps to calm the spirit and help them get closer to the Lord's enlightenment in meditation, but he has never liked it. I think so.

This kind of robe is not comfortable to wear, and it is not suitable for moving in the city-state at all. It has an old-school and stubborn texture. Wearing it makes people feel like the exiled prisoners who were hiding in caves and slowly rotting hundreds of years ago. As for its effect of "precipitating the spirit" is even more ridiculous——

How come a true devotee needs a robe to concentrate his mind to be close to the Lord?

But now, Richard found himself liking the look.

It doesn't feel that bad to cover your entire body among fellow humans.

He put the robe on his body and pulled the hood as low as possible until it covered his eyes - with a sense of relief coming to his mind, he sighed softly, and then walked to the door.

Before pushing the door open, a breeze suddenly blew in the cabin, and it seemed like a light body was jumping towards him. Richard felt his body sink slightly, as if something was hanging on his shoulders. .

A soft voice said in his ear: "You took the Rabbi's cotton... Now, let's go."

"Okay, let's go."

Richard muttered softly, and as his vocal cords and trachea trembled, he seemed to feel something itching on his chest, warm and soft...

It's just cotton.

Cotton is growing.

He smiled reassuringly and reached out to open the door.

Figures wearing the same black hooded robes were walking through the corridors, heading to the meeting place deep in the cabin. They were talking in low voices, discussing the Dream of the Unknown, saints, allies, and news about the Final Evangelist.

Then Richard and the rabbi set off.

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