Listening to these words that Morris had recorded from some ancient elven narrative poem, Duncan gradually showed a thoughtful expression.

"Due to their long history and the fact that they span the dark ages before the city-state era, these sentences have been translated into ancient languages ​​and restored and supplemented by later scholars. They may not be 100% faithful to the original records, but I believe they are still quite meaningful," Morris added. "They should be very helpful for us to understand the creation dream and the current 'dream of the unknown' phenomenon."

Duncan stroked his chin and said while thinking: "Sasloka created everything in dreams, but he didn't know what dreams were... How do you think this sentence should be understood?"

Morris thought for a moment. "As I understand it, this may refer to the difference between the perspectives of gods and mortals in observing the world, or the special nature of Sasloka, the 'first dreamer' in the elves' creation myth. For a god wandering in dreams, perhaps the boundary between dreams and reality is meaningless? For Him, perhaps the real world is just a dream that can be modified at any time, and dreams can also be used to replace reality at any time, so He 'does not know what dreams are'..."

"This is... a relatively reasonable explanation," Duncan nodded slowly. "What about the following sentence?"

"As for the last two sentences, scholars among the elves actually have their own interpretations," Morris replied. "They believe that these two sentences refer to the fact that one day the Great Demon God Sasloka learned that the 'elves' he created had different perceptions of the dream world, and thus for the first time he was puzzled about the boundary between reality and dreams. This might be a 'crisis'. During this crisis, Sasloka almost 'woke up', and in this unstable state, he created the 'Dreamless Ones' among the elves."

"Dreamless..." Duncan nodded slightly, "I remember the elves regarded this as a congenital defect."

"Yes, this is consistent with the legend. The Dreamless were born when Sasloka was in an unstable state. They are the result of the Creator's 'trance', so they are flawed and can never enter the 'Dream Paradise' in their lifetime. However..."

Morris paused for a moment, then continued after a brief recollection: "But precisely because of this, in a very few legends, there are also claims that Sasloka is the patron saint of the 'Dreamless' - but this interpretation is not widely accepted in the elven society. It is better in modern times, but in ancient times, it was basically a heretical statement."

"Sasloka is the patron saint of the Dreamless..." Vanna muttered, "If I'm not mistaken, this should have been proposed by the Dreamless group who were discriminated against and oppressed by society when they banded together for warmth - perhaps it was originally just to find spiritual support for their group."

"Indeed," Morris nodded. "This saying first appeared in the Dark Ages and circulated on certain 'exile islands' controlled by elven city-states. The elves at that time believed that 'dreamless people' were cursed people whose congenital defects would cause 'big holes' to appear in the dream world, thus bringing nightmares and shadows that devoured people's hearts. Therefore, they exiled their defective compatriots to isolated islands on the edge of the civilized world...

"In settlements far from the core civilization, the first word that 'Sasloka is the patron saint of the dreamless' appeared. The exiles used this as support to get through the long and difficult night.

"Later, with the development of the times and the gradual expansion of the influence of the Four Gods Faith, as well as the gradual rise of the exile area itself, this exile behavior was gradually abolished, and the 'special culture' born in the exile area also flowed back to the mainstream society of the elves. But it is obvious that although the mainstream society can accept the exiled compatriots, it cannot accept their 'deviant' culture..."

Duncan listened silently, and in his mind he couldn't help but connect this information with the recent unusual events and clues that had occurred in Breeze Harbor - the information was reorganized in his mind, and vaguely, he felt that he seemed to be on the verge of touching the most critical logical chain.

But he still lacks some more effective references, some more useful intelligence...

While he was thinking, a familiar breath suddenly appeared in his perception.

From the direction of the hallway came the sound of a servant opening the door and greeting, followed by footsteps, and a moment later, Lucrecia appeared in the living room.

The clockwork doll Luni followed behind Lucrecia - this clockwork doll dressed as a maid was holding a particularly large cloth rabbit doll with a weird and scary style in her arms.

The next second, the weird and scary rabbit doll suddenly moved, and then quickly jumped from Luni's arms to the ground, jumping and making a shrill voice: "It's finally here, it's finally here! The rabbi has finally entered the city! The rabbi is going to make a big fuss today..."

Duncan looked at the rabbit doll silently, and other eyes in the living room also fell on the strange rabbit.

The weird doll that was jumping around in the living room just a second ago and announcing that it was going to make a big fuss suddenly stopped. It slowly raised its head, and used its button-made eyes to confirm the situation in the living room. After two or three seconds, it finally shivered, then slowly walked to a corner farthest from Duncan, sat down with a "puff", and began to pretend that it was a real rag doll.

Everything happened so quickly that Nina and Shirley, who were sitting opposite Duncan, didn't even understand what was happening.

Two seconds later, Lucrecia's voice finally broke the silence in the living room: "Don't worry, it's not very well behaved sometimes, so I rarely take it into the city."

Then she turned to Duncan and nodded with a hint of a smile: "But with you here, the rabbi should be more well-behaved than ever before."

The puppet Luni also came forward and bowed in front of Duncan: "Good day, old master."

After saying hello, the clockwork puppet raised its head, as if looking for something around.

"Alice is in the kitchen," Duncan couldn't help laughing, "Go find her if you want."

Luni turned around and confirmed with her hostess again. After getting permission, she happily left the living room.

Duncan's eyes then fell on Lucrecia: "Everything is going well?"

"Everything went well. I have already found Sarah Meier, and then I went back to the Brilliant Star and told Tirian what happened here..."

Listening to Lucrecia describing her actions today, Duncan nodded slightly, then took a long breath.

"Okay, I already understand the basic situation. Now that everyone is here... it's time to tell you what I found here."

Everyone in the living room subconsciously adjusted their sitting posture immediately. Even Shirley, who had been dozing off since a while ago, suddenly became alert.

Because they heard something different in the captain's tone.

Duncan did not keep the suspense, he quickly told the information he had currently, especially the speculation about the "goat head".

However, he did not talk too much about the "details" of what was wrong on the Lost Homeland - because this part of the content would only increase the anxiety of others and would not be of any help in solving the abnormalities in Breeze Harbor at this stage.

The mere idea that there might be a connection between the goat head and Sasloka was enough to plunge the entire living room into silence.

After Duncan finished explaining the general situation, no one spoke for a long time.

Everyone looked at each other in astonishment until Nina broke the silence: "That goat-headed man who keeps chattering all day long... might be related to the 'Great Demon God Sasloka' in the elf legend? Isn't this a bit..."

"It's an outrageous guess, but there seem to be some clues pointing in this direction," Duncan said seriously. "The Goat Head itself is not clear about its origins, and the Lost Homeland, which is sailing in the fog and has a strange atmosphere, happens to appear at midnight when the Nameless Man's Dream has the strongest influence. There is also a sentence written on the door of the captain's room of the ship: 'May He Wander in the Dream' - this sentence is obviously related to the ancient legend of the elves. In addition, the strange state of the suspicious 'Goat Head' on the ship and its strange reaction when it mentioned Silantis... all this can't be a coincidence."

Lucrecia's expression changed rapidly, and a strange solemnity and uneasiness appeared in her eyes. She couldn't help but look at her father several times before she spoke hesitantly: "The goat head... I remember you said that it was a being from the subspace... Let's not talk about why the 'God of Creation' in the ancient elves' legend became like that. Even if the goat head is really related to 'Sasloka', how could the Lost Homeland..."

She paused, as if she couldn't find the right words to continue. After several seconds, she continued, "How is the Lost Hometown related to all this?"

Duncan sensed the source of Lucretia's uneasiness.

She was talking about the Lost Homeland—and yet all her tension seemed to fall on herself.

"Don't be afraid, Lucy. Everything is not out of control," Duncan said slowly. His voice was steady, as if carrying a reassuring force. "The Warp has too many secrets. Even I can't tell how much of an impact it has had on the Lost Homeland. But one thing is certain: as long as I still have humanity, the ship will not get out of control again, and I am sober now."

"Yes, yes, yes," Shirley said quickly. She was very nervous because of the shocking information she had just heard. When she heard Duncan's words, she immediately said as if to strengthen her courage, "We have the captain. There will be no problems with the ship. The captain understands human nature..."

Duncan: “……?”

Several eyes were instantly focused on Shirley, but she hadn't reacted yet and was still saying, "The Lost Hometown is usually a bit strange, but..."

Agou finally emerged from the shadows beside the sofa and slapped Shirley on the head with his paw: "Shut up!"