Duncan knew that there was no need for the Goat Head to deceive him—or rather, even if it wanted to deceive him, there was no need to use such poor acting skills.

That sentence without a beginning or an end was the only memory that the "first mate" brought out from the subspace - it really seemed that it had no idea what had happened, nor the cause and effect of this sentence.

Duncan supported the table with both hands and sat down in the armchair behind the navigation table. He looked into the eyes of the goat head seriously, as if he wanted to see more secrets from the obsidian eyes. "So, a long time ago, there were some people who were very important to you. You tried hard to remember them. At that time, you knew that you would forget many things sooner or later, so 'remembering them' became a strong idea... This idea was so strong, but it still couldn't stop things from happening. Until now, you only remember this sentence."

"Maybe... that's the case," the goat-headed man said with a hint of uncertainty, "but I don't feel any regrets, I just feel a little confused sometimes..."

It muttered something, and suddenly stopped, raised its head and looked at Duncan: "Captain, what happened? What happened, and why does it have anything to do with me?"

Duncan sat in the reclining chair, bent his fingers in reminiscence, and tapped lightly on the table in front of him. The flames of his spirit body turned into ripples like water waves, which slowly spread out with his tapping.

"...The influence of the Nameless One's dream expanded and spread into the real world last night. I touched a section of 'roots' that extended from that dream to the real world. If my guess is correct... I touched Silantis, one of the foundations of the world in the original beliefs of the elves."

There was a cracking sound from under the goat's neck, and the entire head stopped on the pedestal.

Duncan glanced at it and said calmly: "You're too early."

“Ah…ah?”

"After touching Silantis, I entered a dimension that was neither a dream nor reality. Another Lost Homeland was sailing in that dimension, and on that 'Lost Homeland', there was also you."

The goat head's neck suddenly cracked again.

Duncan paid no attention to the strange noises made by the evil "first mate". He calmly recounted his experiences last night, especially the changes that had taken place in the "Gate of the Lost" on the ghost ship with a strange atmosphere, and the strange reaction of the familiar yet strange "Goat Head".

While telling the story, he was also observing the expression and behavior of the goat-headed man opposite him.

The other party's reaction was not suspicious - it was nothing but shock. Even though his face was as hard as a piece of wood, the look of astonishment was obvious enough to be seen at a glance.

"You seem surprised," Duncan finally finished telling the whole story. He nodded to the first mate at the table, "Now you know why I am so serious, right?"

"I... yes, now I completely understand your reaction," the goat-head said hesitantly, "but I don't know... I don't remember..."

"I should have mentioned to you that I also saw a Lost Home in the warp. That ship was very dilapidated, just like the reflection of the Lost Home after a longer period of decay. But the only strange thing about that ship was itself. There was no you on board," Duncan said slowly. "And now, I have seen a third Lost Home, sailing in darkness and fog, with another you on board - what about the future? Will there be a fourth or fifth ship? In the final analysis, what is the current state of this ship? Don't you have any idea?"

The goat head hesitated. It was silent for a long time this time, as if trying to find a "safe" way to deal with this topic. After an unknown amount of time, it finally spoke: "I don't know if you will encounter the fourth or fifth Lost Homeland. I also don't know how many strange "states" this ship will split and present, but there is one thing that may help you think... This ship has not always been like this."

"It hasn't always been like this?" Duncan frowned. "I guess... you're not referring to the 'changes' caused by the Lost Homeland falling into the subspace?"

"No, it's a bigger and more thorough change than that." The goat-headed creature shook its head slowly. "In my chaotic and fragmented memories, it used to have many appearances - a huge block of iron, expanding and shrinking flesh and blood, dark and cold rocks, abstract and terrifying shadows. In the deepest part of the warp space, it could take on a different look at any time. This state continued..."

The goat head suddenly stopped.

Duncan heard a low creaking sound and an unsettling dull echo coming from deep in the cabin. The floor beneath his feet was also shaking slightly, and a nervous "feeling" gradually spread throughout the ship, as if... the entire ship was shaking and losing stability.

"Let's just say this. I can imagine the situation you described," Duncan said softly.

The goat-head nodded cautiously.

The tension and trembling that permeated the entire ship gradually stopped, and the ship regained stability in the real dimension.

Duncan frowned, thinking.

The ship seemed to be about to "collapse" into a different state because of Goat Head's "description" just now, but under the watchful eyes of its "captain", it finally returned to a stable containment state.

So, were the changes that had taken place on the Lost Homeland in just a few seconds revealing to him some kind of "essence" of the ship? Or... something more?

After thinking quietly for a while, Duncan shook his head and looked back at Goat Head: "What do you think about the 'other you' on that ship?"

"I'm sorry, Captain, I don't know."

The goat head muttered in frustration. In just a short while, the words it said most seemed to be these few words, and the other words were "I don't remember".

Duncan was not surprised by this answer, but immediately asked another question: "Do you dream?"

"Dream?" The goat-head was stunned for a moment, but soon shook its head and answered very smoothly this time, "I'm not dreaming - your loyal first mate is always alert. After all, I have to keep an eye on this ship all the time..."

Duncan didn't pay attention to the other party's boasting in the second half. After hearing the goat-head's reply, he just muttered thoughtfully: "Aren't you dreaming..."

Goat Head spoke a little uneasily: "Captain..."

Duncan glanced at it and said, "Speak."

The goat-headed man seemed a little embarrassed, and hesitated for a long time before speaking: "You mentioned just now that on the strange ship Lost Home, the door of the captain's room was written with 'May He Wander in Dreams', and the 'I' in the captain's room also mentioned the name Silantis to you. Are you doubting..."

"Yes." Duncan nodded calmly without waiting for the other party to finish.

Goat Head suddenly didn't know what to do next.

"But I can only doubt it like this, unless one day you suddenly regain your memory and tell me in person that you have a name - and that name is 'Sasloka'."

The captain's room fell into silence for a moment.

After an unknown amount of time, the goat-head finally broke the silence by muttering, "Most of the ancient legends of the elves are bizarre and contradictory, and can't be taken seriously..."

"But the more bizarre and contradictory the ancient legends are, the more they are worth exploring when they are suddenly connected to certain clues in the real world," Duncan said calmly and seriously. "After all, you don't know your own past, right?"

"That being said, this... is too bizarre," Goat-Head muttered, "I don't want to be associated with ancient legends of this level. And to be honest, look at me now. I'm just a sculpture on the ship..."

Duncan did not comment on this. He just shook his head, sighed, then stood up from the navigation table and slowly walked to the window. He looked out the window at the side of the ship bathed in sunlight and mist, and the undulating sea in the distance.

A soft sound of knocking on glass suddenly reached my ears.

Duncan immediately looked in the direction where the sound came from.

Agatha's illusory figure quietly appeared on the window, and she raised her hand and pointed in a certain direction.

Duncan frowned slightly, then looked back at Goat Head who was still mumbling on the edge of the navigation table.

After a brief pause, he walked over and said, "Don't think too much about it for now. In any case, your first responsibility now is to be the first mate of the Lost Hometown - help me take care of this ship. Leave the rest to me."

The goat-head suddenly woke up with a start, and then looked at the captain who was looking down at him with some surprise. After a moment of hesitation, he hurriedly reacted: "Ah, ah, yes, Captain, I... I understand."

"Well," Duncan nodded slightly, and then walked towards the door deep in the captain's room. "I'll go back to my room to rest for a while and sort out my thoughts."

The goat-headed man's voice came from behind him: "Yes, Captain!"

Duncan didn't look back. He waved his hand and walked into his captain's bedroom. After closing the door, he didn't really go to rest. Instead, he came to the mirror in the corner of the room.

After confirming the movement outside the door, Duncan took a step forward and tapped on the mirror with his fingers.

Shadows and smoke rose in the mirror, and Agatha's figure emerged in the mirror - the former "gatekeeper" who now lived in mirrors all over the Lost Homeland nodded to Duncan and greeted him.

"You have something to tell me, and you have to say it here—to avoid the 'first mate'?" Duncan said with a serious expression, "What's going on?"

"I heard your conversation with the first mate, Captain. I have something to report to you," Agatha nodded and said seriously, "Last night, something did not happen to the Lost Homeland - its 'shadow' disappeared for a time."