Deep Sea Embers - Chapter 672
[Chapter 665 “Goat Head”]
Duncan looked at the goat head in the wooden box. The goat head in the box faced his gaze like a real wood sculpture, lifeless and unresponsive.
Duncan was not surprised – the moment Alice came to the deck in a daze with an unopenable wooden box that had obviously been carefully sealed, he had guessed that the box contained exactly what he was looking for.
After all, the points that a silly beauty lacks in brains must be made up from other places, such as hand strength, optimism, and good luck.
“Goat head!” Alice poked her head into the box and finally realized what she had found in a daze. Her eyes widened in surprise, “Is this the one in the hands of the cultist? It doesn’t look good at all. It’s exactly the same as the goat’s head on the Lost Home!”
Duncan didn’t speak, but was carefully observing the details of this “Dream Skull”, while Lucretia squatted down and used the small “baton” “Poking the goat’s head in the box, his beautiful eyebrows wrinkled slightly: “There is no response… and there is no ‘alive’ characteristic, and it doesn’t seem to emit any special aura?” “Like a piece of real meat
. “It’s made of wood.” Duncan nodded, reached out and took out the wooden goat head from the wooden box, weighed it up and down in his hand, “…so it’s so light.” “You didn’t take the goat on the Lost Home?
” Has the head been taken off the base?” Upon hearing this, Lucretia glanced at Duncan in surprise, “It seems to be just placed on the table…” “
They are connected together, and the goat head is lost. “It is an integral part of the village.” Duncan immediately shook his head. “Although its head can turn around, it cannot be detached from the table.” This was the first time
Lucretia learned about this detail, and she seemed to feel that This is quite incredible. Alice next to her suddenly looked thoughtful after hearing the captain’s words, and then clapped her hands: “So that’s it!”
Duncan immediately turned his head: “Huh?”
“What did I say? Last time I wanted to take the first mate’s head off the table, why was it so resistant and chattering to me about a lot of things, although I can’t remember what it said…” Duncan was stunned: “Why are you doing this
? Take the first mate’s head off the table?”
“I wanted to clean the table,” Alice said matter-of-factly. “I wanted to take it to the water room to wash it…but I couldn’t take it off.”
Duncan : “…?”
He no longer wanted to imagine what that scene would be like – luckily the puppet’s hands weren’t that strong! It’s Vanna’s turn to take over. I’m afraid Sasloka has already died for the third time…
Lucretia suddenly noticed that the expression on her father’s face changed rapidly.
“What’s wrong with you?” she couldn’t help but asked with concern.
“…I don’t think I have reminded anyone else on the ship that the goat’s head is fixed on the table and cannot be taken off.” “
Miss Vanna is a calm person, and she should not enter your captain’s cabin casually.”
Duncan said She looked puzzled: “Why did you think of Vanna in the first place?”
Lucretia was stunned for two seconds and glanced at Duncan with a strange expression: “Then who are you thinking of?”
Duncan thought for a while and felt It would be better not to continue discussing this increasingly disturbing topic – he once again focused his attention on the “Dream Skull” in front of him.
“This should indeed be another fragment of Saslokar, otherwise the cultists would not have sealed it so carefully, but there are differences between fragments. Not every ‘goat head’ is complete. Sanity.”
As he spoke, he put the dark wooden goat head into the box again and fastened the lid again – Anomaly 132 immediately jumped up from the deck next to it and hung the lock on the wooden box. Buckle up, locking yourself in with a click.
“I’m going to send this thing back to the Lost Home first, and see what happens if I put it together with the goat’s head on the ship.” “
Hey, are we going back?” Alice reacted immediately, saying Following Duncan, she stood up and looked at the sea in the distance curiously, “I thought we were going to follow this ship directly to that…’home port’.” It was
Lucretia who answered her: “This is far from the border. It’s still far away, even if it sails at the highest speed, it will take about a week to reach the vicinity of the ‘curtain’ – for such a long time, there is no need for us to stay on this almost completely destroyed ‘ghost ship’.”
” Well,” Duncan nodded and added, “We can take advantage of this period to transfer the survivors in the prison to the city-state, and then if there is a chance, contact the Four Gods Church, and maybe they will also be interested in it. I am interested in a cult lair hidden in the fog on the border, and there is also the ‘goat head’ in this box… There are a lot of things to do.” “You can go back first,
I will be responsible for the aftermath here,” Luke Lecia took the initiative and said, “I have more experience in this…’aftercare’.”
Duncan just nodded lightly and said nothing more.
He knew that as a “witch” who had been wandering the boundless sea for a century, Lucretia’s experiences were far beyond ordinary, including city-states suffering disasters, expeditions in trouble, ships being possessed by evil spirits, and being kidnapped. , sacrificed cult victims—for her, these are all “experiences” that she has already dealt with.
She knew how to deal with survivors who were on the verge of physical and mental collapse.
“Then Alice and I will return to the Lost Home first,” Duncan nodded to Lucretia, and then patted the railing beside him, “This ship will return to its home port on its own, you don’t have to worry about it. After finishing things here, you leave the ‘artificial beacon’ on the ship so that I can monitor the status of the ship at any time and return here when the time is right.”
Lucretia lowered her head: “I understand.” The
crackling sound of jumping flames sounded out of thin air on the deck. When she raised her head again, a rotating flame door had appeared in front of her.
Alice was the first to walk into the rotating flames holding the big wooden box (and a bunch of her “trophies”), and then Duncan waved his hand towards this side, and the body burning with spiritual flames turned into a ghost in the blink of an eye. A stream of fire disappeared inside the gate.
Where Duncan originally stood, a residual fire was still burning calmly in mid-air, gradually shrinking and dimming, and soon turned into a magic object only as big as a palm and fell on the deck.
That is the artificial beacon made by the “Sea Witch”.
Lucretia stepped forward and picked up the “beacon” from the deck.
It was a small puppet – carved from a piece of wood from the side of the Lost Home, with a lock of Duncan’s hair stuffed inside. It was roughly carved to look like Duncan: dressed in old-time clothes. Captain’s uniform, gloomy captain’s hat, and majestic beard.
The overall shape of the puppet looks a bit exaggerated, but the exaggeration is just right.
Lucretia spent an entire night making the puppet – an easy task for a witch who had made an entire army of servants, and this incredible magical creation could contain a sliver of her father’s power. ——Although the “capacity” is very small, it is enough to replace the human body and allow the father to open the flame gate near the location of the beacon without adding more “incarnations”.
The father is unwilling to take up more bodies to make “incarnations” – for Lucretia, this is a good thing, and she is happy to use her expertise to help her father solve the problems caused by this. The “inconvenience in life” caused by this.
On the deck, the remaining flames of the flame door gradually faded.
Lucretia held the small puppet that looked like Duncan, raised it up and looked around in the sunlight for a while, and then suddenly looked around quickly like a thief.
Of course there will be no one else here.
So Miss “Witch” stopped looking around, walked to a corner again, hesitated for a while, stretched out her finger and poked the puppet’s head.
There was no reaction from the puppet.
She stretched out her hand again, poked the puppet’s beard and the exaggerated captain’s hat – she laughed, and the expression on her face gradually became a little happy.
The puppet suddenly raised its head and made a helpless voice: “Is it fun?”
Lucretia: “…”
A moment later, Rabbit Rabbit, who was getting out of the cabin and preparing to report to the hostess, heard a cry in his life. A scream that no one had ever heard before, resounding throughout the entire deck.
…
The clanking sound of metal collision broke the peace on the deck of the Lost Home.
Duncan glanced helplessly at Alice, who was walking around on the deck with her “trophies”: “Give me the box – you can send your ‘trophies’ to the kitchen first.” “Oh
! “
The puppet happily agreed, then handed the wooden box containing the “Dream Skull” to Duncan, and walked to the kitchen with the sound of clanking all the way.
The clatter of kitchen knives, spatulas and iron spoons finally faded away.
Duncan held the wooden box containing the “Dream Skull”, looked at Alice’s back happily leaving, and sensed the message coming from an artificial beacon in a distant unknown sea area, a subtle and subtle expression gradually appeared on his face. With a helpless expression, he shook his head and sighed.
“…Forget it, just be happy.”
He turned and walked towards the stern deck. As soon as he entered the captain’s cabin door, he immediately caught the sight of the goat head.
It seemed that before he opened the door, the goat head had already turned his gaze to the door – now there was a depth in his obsidian-carved eyeballs. For the first time, this “first mate”, who usually always chattered but had no integrity, did not mutter. It made a dizzying opening statement, and its eyes were fixed on the wooden box held in Duncan’s hand, as if it had a premonition of what it was.
“It seems you feel it,” Duncan walked to the navigation table and placed the big wooden box in his hand on the table. “I brought you a gift.”
(End of Chapter)
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