The assembly bell rang, and the rapid bell followed by the chaotic and panic steps of the sailors, Lawrence, the second mate and the pastor who had not breathed well, were left in the cab.

The old captain looked at the sea outside the window. At this moment, the White Oak was still in the depth of the spiritual world. The sea outside the ship was surrounded by mist, and the water surface was still as dark as ink. However, the storm had stopped, and the terrible Lost Land was gone. This gave people the illusion that the previous storm and even the collapsed real border were brought by the ghost ship, and now all the disasters were far away from the White Oak as the ship left.

Lawrence thought of the terrible legends about the Lost Country and Captain Duncan Abnomar, the fleet that was swallowed up by the real border more than a century ago, and the sea ships that sank into the deep sea during their encounter with the Lost Country, and suddenly felt that this was not impossible.

But no matter what, now that the Thunderland has left, the surrounding waters have temporarily returned to peace. Although they are still in the dangerous depth of the spiritual world, at least he and his crew have a chance to breathe.

Next, Lawrence must determine what exactly happened to the Lost Country took away from the White Oak - or what was left behind.

And it must be determined as soon as possible.

Without excluding all hidden dangers, he did not dare to let the ship float into the real world rashly, because some things brought from the spiritual world will cause terrible pollution in the real world, but if they stay in the spiritual world for too long, he and his crew will still be irreversibly affected.

Listening to the noisy sounds coming from the deck, Lawrence suddenly raised his head from his thoughts. He looked at the pastor who was sitting in front of the incense burner with a slightly better expression, with a very serious expression: "Mr. Ron, how stable are we now?"

The priest coughed twice, then took out a small compass from his arms with exquisite shapes and many marine symbols and sacred symbols engraved on the surface. After a snap, the pointer on the compass immediately rotated rapidly and finally stopped steadily at a certain position.

"We stayed at the surface of the spiritual world, slightly close to the real world, and the influence from the depth of depth... was very weak," the priest looked at the state of the compass pointer, and his expression suddenly became confused. "Strange... we are completely stable here, and with the sacred relics closed, there is almost no sinking...Ahem..."

"Maybe the 'bump' of the Lost Country knocked us onto a safe route," Lawrence shook his head with a wry smile, wanting to use a cold joke to activate the atmosphere. "I heard that there are some subtle balance points in the spiritual world that can save things in the real world from deeper 'pull'..."

"Sir Captain, this joke is too cold," the pastor said, coughing twice. Although he had recovered, his condition was not good at all. "Ahem, no matter what happened today, everything must be reported to the church... The appearance of the Lost Country is by no means a trivial matter. In the past few decades, there have been reports of the Lost Country, but it was later confirmed that it was just a group illusion caused by the nonsense of the crew or the out-of-control vision of the crew, but today we have indeed witnessed it... Goddess is here, and after you return to Plander, it is better to make a mental preparation for not being able to sail again in the near future."

"I understand that neither the church nor the city-state authorities will allow a ship that has just suffered a vision disaster to return to the sea. This is for everyone's safety considerations, and I want to report more than the church, the city-state, the Explorer Association... Alas, and my terrible wife..." Captain Lawrence pressed his forehead hard, sighed and waved his hand, "No more, you need to rest now, until you return to the port, this ship needs the blessing of the goddess."

The priest nodded slightly, and soon, the first mate who had just left returned to the cab.

"There are no few people on the ship, and there are not many people," as soon as we met, the first mate immediately reported without waiting for the captain's question. "I personally checked the sailors gathered on the deck, and went to the boiler room to check the mechanics who stayed there. They could all accurately recite the names of the gods they believed in. It is true that they were living people."

"No one is missing?" Lawrence widened his eyes. This should have been good news, but he couldn't believe the report of the first mate, "Where is the Holy Emblem Dao Biao?"

"The holy relics are normal," the first mate nodded immediately, "the navigator is preparing incense and essential oils, waiting for your order to restart the holy relics."

Lawrence listened in surprise and couldn't help but mutter softly again: "...has he really let this ship go?"

"Good luck is favored by us, Captain," the first mate spread his hands, "we lost nothing, maybe the terrible Captain Ghost just happened to pass by, or maybe even just accidentally bumped into it."

"Do you believe this?" Lawrence immediately glared at his first mate, "If good luck really favors us, we will not meet at all..."

As soon as he was halfway through his words, a burst of rapid footsteps suddenly sounded outside the door, and someone pushed open the door of the cab. The sweaty sailor appeared in front of Lawrence. The tall man's face was full of horror.

"Captain! Abnormal 099 is gone!!"

The cab suddenly became quiet, and everyone was looking at each other. However, for some reason, Lawrence suddenly felt relieved in a brief shock-

That's great. After encountering the Hugo City, something was wrong on the ship, so that's too right!

But then he controlled the expression on his face, walked towards the door, and quickly ordered the eldest mate to take over the steering wheel, and ordered the sailor to lead the way in front.

The rapid footsteps rang out in the cabin corridor of the White Oak, and soon Lawrence was led by the sailor to the deepest part of the steamship.

A special cabin appeared before him.

The door of the cabin is engraved with dense mystical symbols. The heavy and dark door seems to be made of a whole piece of black iron. The mysterious symbols extend from the edge of the door frame to the corridor, vaguely as if they are to form some kind of closed cage to bind the things preserved in the cabin.

Lawrence glanced at the door and confirmed that there was no sign of damage to the door and the surrounding symbols. He looked up at the top - the "Sacred Relic Room" where the Holy Emblem logo was placed was right above the seal room. The mark was the key to ensuring that the ship was not affected by the "deep" layer, and it was also the second level of insurance to maintain the seal room. Even if it was closed, it should be able to ensure that the barrier between the seal was intact.

But even in such a situation where both barriers are intact, the things in the sealing room, the most critical cargo escorted by the White Oak this time, the abnormal 099-the doll coffin, disappeared.

Lawrence took a deep breath, stepped forward and opened the door of the seal room, and pushed the heavy door open with force.

In the seal room, the lights were brightly lit, and the steam lights hanging on the four pillars illuminated the center of the room with almost no blind spots. However, the "cargo" that should have been placed there disappeared, leaving only a few crisscrossing chains and some gray-white ash sprinkled on the surrounding ground.

The long voice of the sailor came from behind Lawrence: "According to the sealing requirements of the abnormal 099, the lights were maintained in this room, and every two hours a crew member would come in to re-reinforce the chains around the 'coffin' and sprinkle ashes on the ground of the room. But when the ghost ship appeared, due to the chaos, the sailor who was supposed to be the rotation did not enter the room in time. He was almost seven minutes late, and he found that the abnormal 099 had disappeared..."

"Just seven minutes late, it won't cause that thing to lose control. At most, the seal will weaken and cause abnormal movements. The worst case is that a coffin runs around in this room - the layers of seals and the confinement of the Holy Emblem are not decorations," Lawrence frowned and shook his head. "The current situation is that it has disappeared... The cargo has left the ship, and it has nothing to do with that sailor."

The sailor's long expression was a little nervous: "Then what you mean..."

"It must be the Lost Country," Lawrence spoke in a deep voice, "The 'captain' took away the abnormal 099..."

He paused and sighed softly: "Perhaps we should feel glad that the Lost Country has always taken away what it wants. The captain came for the extraordinary 099, not our lives."

The sailor looked at the captain's face, then looked at the empty seal room, and after a long time, hesitated and asked: "Then... we have lost such important goods, how should we go to the city-state authorities..."

Lawrence glanced at the sailor and patted the other person's shoulder hard.

"The Lost Country is a natural disaster, and we have maritime insurance."

“…Is the insurance company compensated this?”

"If they don't pay, they will ask the Explorer Association to release a new reward for the Lost Country..."

"Captain, are you a little anxious..."

"Shut up."
Chapter completed!