After listening to Taran Eyre's long explanation, Duncan thought for a long time.

There is no doubt that these ancient legends of the elves are special and even unique in this world, for no other reason than its completeness.

In the deep sea era after the Great Annihilation, the old world collapsed and was overturned, new civilizations were discontinued and rebuilt, and the exchanges between city-states were cut off for a long time. Coupled with the various shocks of the Dark Ages, this led to the fragmented historical records of almost all city-states in the vast ocean, and the various races hardly preserved any complete heritage.

The belief in the Four Gods, which only appeared after the beginning of the Deep Sea Age, developed rapidly under such circumstances where the inheritance of each city-state was cut off and the mythology was blank.

However, among the elves, the ancient myths have been preserved and inherited. Even today, when the faith in the Four Gods covers the entire world and the old belief system is denounced as heresy, these things are still retained. Due to population limitations, the city-states occupied by the elves are only a small part of the entire vast ocean, and are extremely scattered. But even in these limited and scattered elven city-states, their culture, customs and mythology system are still consistent.

Is the reason they can do all this simply because of their "longevity"?

"Such a complete mythological system... may really reveal some truths before the coming of the Great Annihilation." Duncan whispered to himself.

"Many scholars have always believed that the elves are the only race that has preserved a complete old belief system. Although many of our ancient books have been 'contaminated', the myths we have passed down orally... have generally remained in their original form," Taran El said, spreading his hands helplessly. "But even so, we can only study them as 'stories' and cannot directly regard them as data on the history before the Great Oblivion."

Duncan frowned, and some words that Morris had said to him a long time ago involuntarily came to his mind: "... because of the huge contradictions between history and reality."

"Yes, every scholar who tries to trace the Great Oblivion will face the cruel blow of 'contradiction'," Taran El sighed, "We feel this most deeply. The more complete the elves' mythology system is, the less it can explain the world's current appearance. The biggest contradiction is that... in the process of Sasloka creating the world, there is no place for humans and Sen'jin."

Duncan said nothing, but thought seriously.

Taran El continued, "It's not just the legend of Sasloka's creation. In some of our other less complete legends, whenever there is a description of the world, the two species of 'humans' and 'Sen'jin' are never mentioned. You should understand that this is very abnormal."

Duncan nodded slowly, but for some reason, the image that emerged in his mind was another image he had seen before.

Moon.

He looked up to the window. Light golden "sunlight" diffused over the sea. Amid the distant waves, he could vaguely see a glowing boundary like a cliff stretching across the sea.

That is the fallen object that Lucrecia picked up from the "border", and that is where the "mysterious stone ball" is located.

"Do you want to go take a look at that thing?" Lucrecia noticed Duncan's gaze and immediately took the initiative to speak. "There is a temporary research facility built by Breeze Harbor over there. I have already informed the people there, and they can evacuate all irrelevant personnel from the core area."

Duncan hesitated for a moment, then nodded gently: "Go and arrange it. This is what I'm here for."

"Okay, I'll contact the research facility first and ask them to evacuate the people."

Lucrecia responded, then stood up and left the room.

Shortly after she left, Duncan noticed that the Brilliant Star slowly turned its bow and began to sail towards the huge luminous body in the distance.

For a moment, only Duncan and the elven scholar were left in the room. After a moment of silence, Taran El became visibly nervous again.

Fortunately, his awkwardness didn't last long this time. Duncan took the initiative to break the silence before the awkward atmosphere started again. "I heard that you tried to observe the surface of Anomaly 001 when the sun went out?"

"Yes," Taran El put his hands on the table a little nervously, fiddling with his thumbs, "and Lady Lucrecia always thought that my sleep was related to observing the sun, although I don't think that's the case..."

"What did you see?" Duncan asked again.

"...I recorded the scene at that time. The paper is now in the hands of Ms. Lucrecia, but many of its key details have been blurred out - I did it myself, but I don't remember it myself. If you are interested, I will tell you later..."

Taran El had just finished speaking when the door of the reception room was opened. Lucrecia, who had just left, returned to the room and said, "The paper is in my hand."

As she said this, she walked back to the table, took out the crumpled draft paper from her bosom and said to Duncan: "I have temporarily handed the helm of the ship to Rabbi - it is another 'crew member' of mine. This is the sketch drawn by Master Al at that time, you can take a look."

Duncan immediately took the draft paper handed over by the other party with a serious expression, spread it out on the table, and glanced at the rough pattern drawn on it.

However, at first glance, he felt that it was just a bunch of meaningless random lines - except for the circular outline on the edge that showed that it was indeed the pattern of Vision 001, the severe smearing inside the circle almost completely destroyed its original true structure.

But after carefully examining it for a while, he vaguely felt a sense of familiarity behind those messy lines.

It was as if deep within those smear marks, there was something hidden that he had seen before, something that was even deeply impressed him.

Duncan frowned, looked carefully for a long time, then raised his head and looked at Taran El: "You can't remember it at all?"

"I can't remember it at all," Taran El said awkwardly, "My mind automatically erased that part of my memory. I think... that must be very dangerous information."

"This piece of paper itself does not carry any contamination, but it may be dangerous to rashly restore its 'true version'," Lucrecia added. "I originally planned to give it to the scholars of Breeze Harbor, but after realizing the risks, I think it is more appropriate to give it to you."

"Very good," Duncan breathed softly, a smile suddenly appearing on his face, "Have you started to rebuild your trust in me?"

Lucrecia suddenly became a little nervous: "...I just think...you are more suitable...Of course, I trust you. My brother said that you are now..."

"No need to say more, Lucy." Duncan smiled and shook his head, then solemnly put the paper away. "I'll take it back first, and then I'll find a way to uncover its secret. If there is any progress, I will inform you as soon as possible."

Lucrecia seemed relieved, even... a little happy.

Duncan didn't say anything else. After putting away the draft paper, he stood up and walked to the window, quietly looking at the undulating sea outside and the "sunshine" gradually approaching from the corner of the porthole.

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After a not-too-long voyage, the Brilliant Star gradually approached the "glowing falling object" floating on the sea near Breeze Harbor.

Now, the ship is passing by the makeshift port.

Duncan came to the bow deck and looked at the magnificent golden light that was like a towering cliff rushing towards him and kept expanding in his field of vision.

This was the first time he had seen with his own eyes the "falling object" that had only existed in Tirian's descriptions before, and at such a close distance - the oppressive feeling of the approaching giant and the mysterious feeling brought by the light curtain that was difficult to distinguish between reality and illusion intertwined, even making him feel suffocated for a moment.

He could fully imagine how much shock Lucrecia had caused to the elves here when she dragged this thing to the vicinity of Breeze Harbor.

But by now, the elves have apparently adapted to this "neighbor".

"Is this port the 'research facility' you mentioned earlier?" Duncan raised his arm, pointed at the temporary floating port on the nearby sea, and asked Lucrecia beside him.

"Yes," Lucrecia nodded. "Because we are worried that some of the things in the 'falling object' are dangerous, we carry out all the research work at sea. Master Taran El is one of the main persons in charge of this port. In addition, there is also a small permanent station in the central area of ​​the falling object, but now the people there have been withdrawn."

"It's understandable. After all, not everyone can adapt to close contact with a 'warp shadow'," Duncan laughed. "Mr. Taran El has performed very well."

Lucrecia hurriedly explained, "It's not entirely true. You look like this... after you have retracted your flames, you are not much different from an ordinary person. Most people don't recognize you... I'm mainly worried that irrelevant people will disturb you..."

"It's okay, don't be so nervous all the time," Duncan smiled and waved his hand, "It's normal for some people to be scared. I'm used to it."

Lucrecia nodded quickly, then raised her eyes to glance at the huge wall of light that was approaching: "We are about to enter the interior of the light body. We must sail carefully from now on. I have to take the helm myself."

"Well, go ahead."

Lucrecia nodded, and then suddenly turned into countless flying colorful pieces of paper, circling towards the bridge.

Duncan was immediately amazed at the scene, it was the first time he saw Lucretia's miraculous power - looking at the pieces of paper flying in front of his eyes, he casually reached out and grabbed a piece, holding it in front of his eyes and looking at it curiously.

The next second, he heard a scream from the air, and then the flying pieces of paper suddenly gathered together to form the shape of Lucrecia.

Miss Witch fell on the deck in a mess.

And it slid quite far.