Nina was very happy because she hadn't had a meal with Uncle Duncan like this for a long time, and had communicated with what happened in school, and never saw a smile on Uncle Duncan's face.

This reminded her even of the past, when her uncle was not sick yet - since she lost her parents at the age of six, this father-like man became her only relative in the world, but four years ago, the disease that even the doctor could not find out about the cause turned her uncle into another appearance. The days of this period... to be honest, it was very difficult.

The uncle was still providing for himself to go to school and maintaining his most basic life, but Nina could feel that all the colors about the "future" had gradually faded from this familiar and friendly shop, dissipated in the gloomy and depressing parties of the suspicious "friends" who deal with the uncle.

She no longer hopes to bring her life back to what she was a few years ago, but even if it improves a little bit, it is worth being happy.

Duncan was also very happy because he finally got more information about this world and finally touched the historical context of this world - even if it was just a part of it, it gave him a sense of pleasure in clearing the clouds and mists.

The completely lost prehistoric "epoch of order", the "great annihilation" event that reshapes the order of all things, continues to the deep-sea era, and the abnormalities and visions that spread all over the world... These things that he once did not know, or only knew only a little, finally had a clearer outline.

After breakfast was over, Nina got up to clean up the tableware. She was quick to do her hands and feet. It was obvious that she often did these housework on weekdays. There was no doubt that she was also cleaning up the bedroom upstairs.

A guy who is suffering from serious illness, decadent in life and devotes most of his energy and enthusiasm to the cult cause obviously won't do these things.

But as the girl in front of him was busy, Duncan couldn't help it. He stood up and took the big tray from Nina's hand: "I'll help you with it--it's hard to see you go upstairs."

Nina looked at Duncan in surprise. She was about to say something else, but the latter had already taken big steps towards the stairs.

The girl could only hurriedly follow her and reminded her: "Uncle, be careful, the doctor said your condition is not stable now..."

"Doctor...Doctor Albert?" Duncan did not look back, looking upstairs and searching for the corresponding impression in the memory fragments, but only a few flashes of fragments. "It doesn't matter, anyway, he still can't even find out the cause of the disease. The most effective medicine he prescribed is painkiller."

"...then you should follow the doctor's advice," Nina followed Duncan to the second floor, and walked towards the kitchen while muttering, "He at least knows how to keep healthy..."

Halfway through Nina's words, a sound of flapping her wings suddenly interrupted her movements.

She and Duncan looked in the direction where the sound came at the same time, and saw a shadow flashing through the crack of the door of the master bedroom.

"Uncle Duncan, something flashed in your room!" Nina said in surprise, then stepped forward and grabbed the door handle, "Can it be the cat next door..."

"Hey, don't..."

Duncan only had a moment to stop him, and saw Nina pushing open the vacant door, and the dove hiding in the room appeared in front of the two of them.

Ai was standing on the top of the cabinet, holding a piece of fries into his mouth with one claw. The suddenly opened door made the whole bird stand still. It was standing there in a posture of stuffing fries with one claw, and the two mung bean eyes stared blankly at Nina and the wall on the other side.

Then it saw Duncan, his wings flapped twice, making a loud noise: "Ah... Gugu?"

Duncan's eyes twitched, and saw that the window not far away was wide open, which was obviously Ai's escape route - and in the distance facing the window, you could vaguely see a pier bathing in the sun.

The pigeon went to the dock to prepare some French fries and came back...

"Dove?" Nina finally reacted at this time and looked at Ay on the cabinet in surprise, "Uncle Duncan! There is a pigeon in your room!"

"I saw it," Duncan said with a blank expression, "I don't recognize it."

Ay immediately threw the fries and flew over, landing on Duncan's shoulder and shaking his head.

"Well, it flew in this morning," Duncan sighed. "It may be someone else's mature pigeon, but I'm not very smart. I gave it something and it didn't leave."

Ai listened, making a loud coo.

If there weren't outsiders and Duncan had given orders before, it would have begun to shout "Ah yes yes yes" at this time.

Nina did not doubt her uncle's statement at all. She just looked at the pigeon with her eyes shining, then came over carefully, and asked Duncan while observing the pigeon's reaction: "Then... then do you want to raise it? Can I raise it?"

The girl's thoughts were written on her face. In her eyes, Ai was obviously just a beautiful and cute white dove. Ai tilted her head and looked at Duncan, with a questioning cooing sound in her throat.

Duncan suddenly felt that when the bird didn't speak, it was easier to understand than when it was opened...

After a moment, he pretended to hesitate before nodding: "Yes - but only if the pigeon is willing to stay, it may fly away at any time, so don't complain then."

Nina immediately smiled happily: "That's great! I knew Uncle Duncan, you are actually a reasonable person!"

...

In the central prayer room of the Deep Sea Cathedral, the city-state bishop Valentine, wearing a black-bottomed and golden priest robe, stood in front of the statue of the Storm Goddess with a serious expression.

He is tall and thin, with sparse white hair and his eyes as quiet as deep water.

The candelabra in the prayer room was burning quietly, and the sacred flames illuminated the room. The statue of Germona was high on the platform. The goddess had no face, her head was covered with black veil, and a long skirt depicting many waves and waves drooped from her body to the edge of the platform. Although it was just a stone statue, the power of divineness was still manifested here. The entire statue exuded a strong sense of existence. As long as she stood around the statue, she could feel a vague feeling of being watched and sheltered.

This feeling of being watched and being protected is real. It is also under this gaze and protection that Vanna, who came to discuss things with the bishop, could express all the pictures she saw in her dream with confidence and boldness.

“…If you see well in your dreams, it’s really a lost town.”

The bishop of the city state Valentine turned around and looked at the young judge who came to find him early in the morning. Although from the perspective of the church clergy, the judge in charge of force and the bishop in charge of ceremonies are in the same rank, it is normal for the judge to ask the bishop for advice or even guidance when it comes to the analysis of extraordinary events.

"Is that really a lost town?" Although there was an answer in my heart, after hearing the bishop's judgment, Fanna couldn't help but open her eyes wide, "I thought..."

"Do you think that ship is just a legend now, just like the legends of all kinds of ghost ships that the nervous sailors brag about in the tavern?" Valentine knew what Vanna wanted to say, and the old man with white hair shook his head in a deep tone, "The existence of the Lost Country is a fact recognized by all cities and churches. It is not a legend, but something that can be found in the church files."

"I know that the Lost Country did exist. The city-state archives of Plander can even find some of the construction drawings and start-up files of the ship more than a century ago, but all these practical information is limited to the Lost Country or a ship sailing in the real world, only when Captain Duncan was still a human..."

Vanna said, with a serious tone. She looked at the icon behind the bishop, and her expression became more cautious when she mentioned certain words.

"The key is that the ship fell into the sub-space with a clear record... A century ago, thousands of fugitives on Vitherland Thirteen Islands witnessed the ship and their homelands being swallowed by the border collapse and fell into the shadow of sub-space. In the decades after that, although there have been witnesses that the Lost Country reappeared in the real world, there is no real evidence. A considerable number of scholars have doubts about the ship's 'return'..."

The young judge said, looking at the old man in front of him.

"What is swallowed by subspace can really reappear in the real world?"

"... So far, nothing except the Hunting City has returned to reality after falling into the sub-space. Even the Hunting City has only witness reports afterwards. Scholars from all walks of life are doubtful about the return of the ship. This is indeed a fact, but this is not the key..." The old man said, his eyes suddenly landing on Fanna, with a strange seriousness on his face, "The key is, Judge, are you afraid of something?"
Chapter completed!