Vanna woke up from a bizarre and chaotic dream, and found that it was still dark outside the window - the cold and pale light of the Creation of the World shone on the windowsill depicted with deep-sea runes, appearing peaceful and quiet.

However, the scene in the bizarre dream was still clearly reflected in her mind——

A ship, a huge ship burning with green ghost flames, came from the boundary between the sea and the sky, and crushed the entire Plande city-state like a rolling mountain. In the ghost flames, countless shouts and desolate ballads roared in unison, as if clamoring to overturn the whole world.

At the same time as the giant ship descended, she saw a scorching sun rising from the depths of the city-state of Pland - not the sun that was bound by ancient runes as known to the world, but a blazing celestial body like the "ancient sun" described by those sun believers. It rose from the depths of the city-state, the flames melted the earth, and all the people flowed on the streets like melting wax figures.

The cathedral of the Deep Sea Church stood quietly in the center of the purgatory of this Molten City. In her dream, she prayed to the cathedral, hoping to receive guidance from the Storm Goddess. However, the cathedral only rang noisy and meaningless bells, and no guidance came...

Fanna sat up from her bed and walked to the window in her pajamas. She took a look at the still peaceful city outside and the "Creation of the World" in the sky, but the restlessness in her heart became more and more boiling.

After a moment, the young judge withdrew her gaze from the city. She came to the dressing table near the bed and casually opened a drawer.

There was a dagger in the drawer of the dressing table, a curved ritual dagger. The runes symbolizing the Deep Sea Church flickered at the base of the blade, as if it was being stimulated by an unknown force and producing "resonance".

Vanna's gaze lingered on the flashing runes for several seconds before she cut a wound on the palm of her hand with the blade. As blood oozed out, she placed her hand across her chest and whispered the name of the Storm Goddess in an attempt to seek guidance from the deity.

However, for some reason, she only heard some illusory roars of waves, and the "telepathic sensing" state that she could easily enter in the past was not moving today.

It was as if an invisible veil suddenly enveloped her, blocking the connection between her and the storm goddess Gemona.

Vanna's brows furrowed a little.

It is very rare that the connection between believers and gods is disturbed, but it is not unimaginable - the mapping relationship between the subspace and the real world is difficult and complex, and it is impossible to understand it with mortal wisdom. Even the power of gods is sometimes affected by the subspace, the deep sea, and the spiritual world, resulting in temporary changes in strength. Coupled with the eternal and endless disputes between gods and gods, and between gods and ancient gods, it is possible that some believers suddenly cannot hear the voice of gods in extremely rare circumstances.

But the storm goddess Gemona...it shouldn't be like this.

The boundless sea surrounds the mortal civilization. The power of the Storm Goddess penetrates all dimensions and affects the entire reality. All gods may lose connection with the real world. Even the God of Death may occasionally leave loopholes like the "Resurrectionist", but only the Storm Goddess... It's impossible.

This is also one of the reasons why the Deep Sea Church can become the most powerful church in the vast ocean.

Is the problem with me?

Vanna naturally began to doubt her own condition, but when she looked at the palm of her hand, she saw that the wound she had just made had begun to heal quickly.

The blessing bestowed by the goddess is still there, and it is taking effect without any delay.

Vanna once again recalled the noisy and bizarre nightmare she had had and the ominous signs she had seen in the past many days.

There must be a connection between all of this.

A ghost ship burning with green flames... a ghost ship...

Vanna quickly recalled and compared the mystical knowledge she had mastered in her mind, and then her eyes suddenly became serious.

She was not an expert in the field of navigation, and she rarely came into contact with the absurd stories circulated among superstitious sailors, but even in orthodox church texts, a ghost ship occupied a special place.

It was an ominous ship returning from the Warp, and its captain was the horrible Captain Duncan who had caused the Thirteen Islands of Vetheran to be swallowed by the border collapse a century ago.

Vanna stood up suddenly from behind her dressing table, but then she remembered that it was late at night and the cathedral archives, like any other library, were closed at night.

And from a safety perspective, it would be best for her not to talk to anyone about the content of the dream within a few hours after the "omen dream" ended - if this dream really pointed to "Captain Duncan", then he would most likely perceive what mortals were talking about him through the connection established by this dream.

After all, it was a "ghost" that could return from the warp.

The most safe practice now is to wait patiently until the sun regains its dominant position in the world and the connection established by the dream gradually fades away, then go to the archives to look up relevant information, or find the archbishop in the church to discuss these ominous omens.

In any case, if these omen dreams really point to the "Captain Duncan" and are really reminding her that the legendary Lost Homeland is eyeing Plunder, then as the guardian of the city-state, she must stop the terrifying ghost captain from docking at all costs...

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A tall, thin black figure walked quickly through the deserted streets of the downtown area, and his slender figure cast a fleeting outline under the gas lamp.

A completely unfamiliar city, completely unfamiliar buildings, vague memories in the mind, and a civilian neighborhood that seemed deserted and eerie during curfew.

However, Duncan felt particularly happy walking in such a mean alley.

He succeeded - not only did he successfully carry out his second spiritual walk, but he also successfully controlled a body to come to the ground, to the surface of the city-state of Pland.

He is coming into contact with the civilized society of this world, and he is observing with his own eyes the architecture and technology of this era.

Moreover, he was using a complete body - he was neither broad-minded nor imaginative. This body, which looked normal on the outside, made his subsequent actions very convenient.

Frankly speaking, the health condition of this body was not that good. Even though he could ignore most of the physical problems when walking in the spiritual world, Duncan could still clearly feel the sub-health condition of this body. However, he had no complaints about it and even felt it was natural.

After all, judging from these two experiences, the ones walking in the spirit world are corpses that have been dead for a certain period of time - how can anything that is alive and kicking be a corpse?

A distant sound of dog barking came from the end of the street. Duncan cautiously slowed down his pace and hid himself in the shadows between the buildings.

He didn't know if it was a patrol dog led by the church guard on night watch, but it always helped to be cautious.

Above the nearby buildings, there were huge pipe structures that spanned the low houses. The light cast by the "Pale Scar" cast intermittent shadows between the pipes. Occasionally, steam leaked from the valves of some pipes, forming a hazy mist in the night.

The barking of the dog faded away.

Duncan walked out from his hiding place, looked around at the movements on the street, and casually comforted the pigeon Ai that was moving on his shoulder, then walked across the street according to his memory.

Between a row of low two- or three-story buildings, there is an old door with a dirty sign hanging above it. On the walls on both sides, you can see gray and poorly maintained windows - this is a shop, which looks quite large, but is obviously poorly maintained and has poor business.

This is where the fragments of memory in his mind led Duncan to.

He came to the old door and looked up at the sign on the door. A row of letters could be vaguely seen in the darkness:

〖Ron's antique store〗

"Ron's Antique Shop," Duncan muttered, "It's a concise name..."

After saying that, he began to search at the door. As his memory was not very clear, he searched for a long time before he found the spare key on a hidden hook under the windowsill.

The original owner of the body did not carry the key with him, nor did he carry any items that could identify him or help him find the antique shop. This seemed to be out of caution of a senior cultist - but for a ghost captain who can take away memories, these superficial cautions are meaningless.

Duncan opened the door of Ron's antique shop, slipped in and quickly closed the door.

The wooden door made a bang, but the sound did not travel too far in the night. The sign hanging above the door tilted slightly due to the vibration. The letters on the sign began to wriggle in the pale and cold night. In the blink of an eye, new words appeared on the wooden board -

〖Duncan's antique store〗