To Vanna, what happened in the past two days seemed to be always filtered through a filter that was not real enough. Her life had undergone earth-shaking changes, and the changes were so great that they seemed like an absurd dream, so much so that she often wondered if she had fallen into hallucinations without realizing it - and at this moment, her self-doubt finally reached its peak.

She actually saw Mr. Morris standing in front of her with a smile on his face.

The young judge suddenly closed his eyes and knocked his forehead hard. When he opened his eyes again, he found that Morris was still there - there was a tall figure next to the old man.

It was the ghost captain with a gloomy and majestic look.

"Welcome aboard, Vanna," Morris began. "I know you have a lot of questions..."

Vanna opened her mouth, but before she was about to say something, she suddenly heard a "bang" beside her. She didn't feel any threat from the sound, but she was still startled. She subconsciously turned her head and saw a large group of colorful paper and ribbons coming towards her - a beautiful lady with waist-length silver-white hair was looking at this side blankly, and a little smoke from burning gunpowder was still coming out of the paper tube in her hand.

Vanna: “……?”

Before she could react, she saw the silver-haired lady excitedly take the second paper tube from the side, fiddle with it in front of her, then lift it up and pull the thin string on the paper tube.

Seeing this, Fanna quickly reminded: "Ah! You are holding it upside down..."

Her reminder was a step late.

The trace amount of gunpowder pre-loaded in the paper tube exploded with a bang, and the silver-haired woman was directly covered in the face by the ribbons and confetti sprayed out of the tube. She subconsciously leaned back suddenly, and then heard a strange "pop" sound, and a head rolled onto the deck under Vanna's gaze.

Vanna's eyes widened instantly, and even with her strong willpower, she almost jumped up at this moment. Then, she heard a cry of surprise from behind: "Ah! Uncle Duncan! Alice's head fell off again!"

The next second, a girl who looked like a high school student rushed over from the side, frantically chasing after the head that was rolling on the deck. Then another girl holding a giant black dog ran out from the other direction, helping to chase while shouting, "I told her it's not reliable to let her hold it!"

"You dare not hold it even though I told you to!"

"We can't let Alice do this alone... ah, her head fell under the stairs!"

"Hook, where is the hook... a stick will do..."

"I found the rope. Throw it down... Miss Alice, hold on to it and I'll pull you up!"

The deck suddenly became lively. Two girls were jumping up and down chasing a head that was rolling around, while the silver-haired woman who had lost her head was wandering around at a loss. Mr. Morris, who had just finished speaking, was now covering his head and sighing uncontrollably. The air was still filled with the special smell left over from the launch of the streamer tube.

Vanna was in a state of confusion, which was rare in her life. She stared at the chaotic scene on the deck, with colorful ribbons hanging on her hair and shoulders. She seemed to vaguely understand what had just happened, but felt that it would be better for her not to understand.

It was a welcoming ceremony—a scene that would have been worthy of celebration had it not happened on the Lost Homeland.

"Look, I told you I have a group of very troublesome crew members," the gloomy and majestic Captain Duncan finally spoke, and his voice finally woke Vanna from her daze, "This ship is always in such a mess - but from another perspective, your life here should not be boring."

Vanna had a blank expression on her face - even though there seemed to be ten thousand complicated thoughts roaring and exploding deep in her heart, she really didn't know what reaction her face should have.

She raised her head and looked at the scene on the deck. She saw that Nina and Shirley had "fished" the head out from the gap in the stairs and were now frantically "putting it back to its place". A fat pigeon flew over from somewhere and shouted something incomprehensible like "Little Hammer forty, Little Hammer forty". She finally recognized the appearance of the silver-haired woman and remembered where she had seen such a face before.

It was in an antique shop in downtown.

The other person had blonde hair at the time - now that I think about it, it was probably a disguise.

She looked at Shirley, Nina, and then at old Mr. Morris who was standing beside her with his hands spread out helplessly, and finally understood everything.

The whole world had already changed quietly, she just didn't know it until now.

"How many 'secrets' are there?" Vanna's mouth finally twitched, and she regained the ability to speak. She looked at Morris, this respected scholar was an elder she had known since childhood. His appearance on this ghost ship was the most unbelievable scene for her today. However, at this moment, this elder was the only person she could trust to ask, "When did you..."

"Not long, actually—just a little earlier than you," Morris smiled gently and nodded slightly. "Heidi doesn't know about it."

"Ah, she really doesn't seem to know. She was complaining to me today that you suddenly went out to do something without telling her the situation," Vanna said in a complicated tone. "Who would have thought... that you would appear in front of me like this, on this 'Lost Homeland'."

"It seems that I left in a hurry," Morris nodded, "I should bring her some northern specialties as a gift."

Vanna pursed her lips and turned to look at the owner of the ship.

"What's the next 'surprise'?" She asked helplessly. What happened after she passed through the flaming gate had completely disrupted the mental preparation she had been doing since this morning. She had never felt so helpless and flustered in her life. "Tell me in advance so I can be mentally prepared."

Before Duncan could speak, Nina had already run over excitedly and said to Vanna happily, "There's a dinner party tonight! Welcome to the dinner for the new crew members!"

"There's delicious fish soup!" Shirley also shouted beside her, "The captain caught the fish himself."

"And there's a deck barbecue!" Nina added, "There's fish, beef, and wheat juice!"

"You can't drink alcohol," Duncan's voice came from behind Nina immediately, "even if you call it 'wheat juice'."

Nina's expression suddenly drooped: "...Not at all?"

"The sweet fruit wine we had last time was the limit," Duncan said with a straight face, "it's too early for you to have beer."

"oh."

Vanna looked at Nina, then at Duncan, and sighed after a long while: "So, there really is something wrong with that antique shop - but I didn't find anything."

"We have been operating legally. Although the goods are not genuine, the prices are fair," Duncan said with a half-smile. "As for the fact that you didn't find anything...it's actually a good thing. You know what I mean."

"Yes, Your Holiness the Pope reminded me to suppress my urge to spy when I am around you," Vanna sighed again and looked at the ugly skeleton dog beside Shirley. "If I am not mistaken, this is a Deep Hound? Is this little girl a summoner who coexists with the Deep Demon?"

Agou immediately shook his head: "Ah, right, right."

Vanna was shocked: "...This demon can talk?!"

"Not only can it speak, it can even spell its own name and do addition and subtraction within 100," Duncan said casually. "Among the crew members of the Lost Homeland, it has a relatively high level of education."

Fanna was stunned, then looked at Alice who was moving her neck not far away. She had just noticed the details on her joints, and now she was thoughtful: "A puppet, could it be..."

"Anomaly 099, formerly known as Puppet Coffin, seems to have changed to calling her 'Puppet' now. However, she has her own real name, which you should already know. Just call her Alice here," Duncan said calmly, and then added, "Don't worry, she is safe now."

"Hello!" Alice waved with a smile, a harmless smile on her face, "I didn't scare you just now, did I?"

Vanna touched her neck subconsciously, and then smiled a little stiffly as a response to the greeting from the cursed doll.

Shirley then ran to the side and found a colorfully wrapped paper tube from a wooden barrel. She ran over happily holding it up: "Alice, Alice! Here's another one! Do you want one..."

"Stop fiddling with that thing!" Duncan glared at Shirley. "So who bought this thing? Why didn't it appear on the purchase list?"

"I..." Nina shrank her neck and spoke carefully, "I bought it with my own pocket money."

Duncan was silent for a moment, then turned to look at Alice: "Next time they give you something weird to play with, tell me first."

Alice nodded as she picked small pieces of colored paper out of her hair, "Oh."

Vanna sighed deeply again.

She came in front of Morris and lowered her voice: "Is it...always like this here?"

"It's always been like this, from what I can tell," Morris said in the same low voice, "and sometimes even livelier—especially when Miss Alice has some new ideas."

Vanna: “…”