To be fair, Vanna felt that Mr. Morris was right.

Flame, holy oil and spices are the three main elements of performing sacred rituals. Although these things can be used as "stopgap measures" in special circumstances, it is somewhat unreasonable to replace them all with things found in the kitchen.

But she decided to give it a try.

After all, firstly, she had tried it more than once when she was on the Lost Homeland, and secondly, she really couldn't find more suitable materials in this "Witch's House".

"I shouldn't have expected a 'witch' to have holy oil or something like that at home," Vanna sighed and said to Morris helplessly, "I'm just not well prepared on a daily basis."

Morris muttered subconsciously: "I always feel that since you successfully performed the ceremony with inferior materials on the ship last time, you have never thought about preparing the materials for the ceremony seriously..."

Vanna shrugged and pointed out the window: "How about you find a way to help me buy some from the street?"

Morris looked up at the tree-lined street outside the window, then thought of the current chaotic situation in Breeze Harbor and decided it would be better to keep quiet.

Shirley, who had come to watch the fun after hearing the news, pulled Agou and looked at Vanna's actions curiously. Suddenly, she asked, "Why don't you add some ginger and garlic?"

When Fanna heard this, she felt puzzled: "Why?"

Shirley: "When your ceremony is over, ask Luni to cook two dishes - I'm hungry."

"...Don't make fun of me!" Vanna's expression finally became a little embarrassed. She glared at Shirley and tried hard to look dignified and serious. "This is a serious ceremony. I just have to act expediently due to the limited conditions..."

Shirley listened without saying anything, but just pulled Agou silently away from the door.

Fanna looked puzzled: "...Why are you hiding so far away?"

"I don't understand this fancy stuff of your 'priests', but logic tells me that I'd better stand away for now," Shirley waved her hand, "Don't let your blood splash on me when lightning strikes you later."

Vanna: “…”

The judge tried to calm herself down and decided not to pay attention to the figure watching the fun at the door. She took a deep breath and focused on the ceremony of building the psychic channel.

The flames lit and the grease boiled.

In any case, fire is fire - at any time, the burning of fire symbolizes the progress of civilization. It is a symbol presented by mortals to the gods, and this symbol has only one meaning - "I am here."

Vanna has always believed this since a long time ago, when she just graduated from seminary - the form of fire is not important, the lighting of fire itself is the meaning.

As one of the most outstanding clergy of the younger generation of the Deep Sea Church, this was the only idea that Vanna had that could be described as "not quite in line with doctrine" in the past many years - of course, only in the past few years.

Now she has too many unconventional thoughts, words and deeds.

The gentle sound of the waves rang in the ears of this Inquisitor, who had become increasingly "deviant".

She felt a gentle gaze falling on her, and then the gaze turned elsewhere, and the "passage" opened before her eyes - at the end of the "passage", the voice of Bishop Valentine was heard.

"Vanna?" The old bishop's voice sounded a little surprised. "I didn't expect to receive your call suddenly... Wait, what's that smell?"

"It's not important, Archbishop," Vanna calmed down and said in a serious tone, "I want to tell you something, don't be nervous..."

"What's up?"

"The captain will come to the cathedral to see you later. He wants the construction data of the Lost Hometown - all the data."

※※※

Duncan frowned slightly and stood in the ward with Heidi, looking at the young elf lying on the bed.

"These are the patients who were just admitted this morning. There are dozens of patients like this. Several elf communities have begun to panic because no one knows if they will be the next to collapse or disappear," Heidi whispered. "The incident has risen to the level of extraordinary pollution. The church has sent out the Guardian Force to take over those communities, but apart from continuously sending abnormal elves here, they don't have any other good solutions."

Duncan nodded solemnly, then took a step forward and bent down to observe the condition of the sick young elf.

The latter's entire body presents a hazy and illusory texture, as if it is a phantom that will disappear at any time, barely "staying" on this sick picture with a human-shaped outline.

This has obviously gone beyond the scope of previous "sleeping sickness" and is no longer a "symptom" that can be treated by traditional "medical means".

"He is disappearing, leaving our reality in an incomprehensible way. This is no longer a situation that the 'psychiatrist' can handle. I used some supernatural means, but I could only barely keep their minds here to delay the process of 'disappearance'," Heidi continued behind Duncan. "I tried to read the mind of a patient with milder 'symptoms', but found that their minds were being gradually 'sucked away' by something...more massive. It's like there's a vortex that's 'dragging' these elves away from the real world from spirit to body."

Duncan frowned as he listened to Heidi's description. After a long while, he spoke to himself, "Silantis is taking them away."

Heidi was stunned for a moment: "Silantis?"

"It's the 'vortex' you felt. I suggest you don't continue trying this," Duncan said seriously, "because it's very likely that this vortex will also regard you as an 'elf'."

Heidi's expression changed slightly in an instant.

Duncan paid some attention to the situation in the distance.

The Lost Homeland has gradually approached the sea area where the Breeze Harbor is located, and is now preparing to surface from the spiritual world.

Vanna just sent a message saying that she has successfully contacted the Storm Cathedral in Plande. Bishop Valentine will prepare everything in the shortest time possible and wait for the "Captain" to visit.

The situation in Breeze Harbor is still in chaos. The lush forest is like an endless green hell to the residents of the city-state. Even the well-trained city-state guards and defenders can hardly cope with this situation that is far beyond imagination. Lucrecia is taking action in the city-state to provide as much help as possible.

In the distant northern city-state of Frost, "sleeping sickness" was also spreading just like it was here in Pland.

It is conceivable that the spread of "sleeping sickness" is by no means limited to Plande and Frost. As the situation in Breeze Harbor worsens, I am afraid that the elves of the entire world are facing the same terrible situation - Silendis is devouring them.

But why did this happen? Why did the World Tree, which was rooted in the memory of the elves, suddenly undergo these extreme changes?

At this moment, a sudden slight sound coming from the sickbed interrupted Duncan's thoughts.

The elf lying on the sickbed in a deep coma, whose body was gradually becoming transparent and disappearing, suddenly moved - his body was twitching slightly, and a low and vague murmur came from his throat.

It was as if he were suddenly waking up.

Heidi noticed this scene instantly. She ran to the bed quickly, as if she wanted to confirm whether the elf was really regaining consciousness, but at this moment, the same situation suddenly occurred in several other beds in the ward.

The elves who were in deep sleep twitched one after another, and the same indistinct murmur came out of their throats!

This strange situation made Heidi's scalp tingle for a moment. She stood up suddenly and looked at Duncan subconsciously. At this moment, the vague murmurs in the elves' throats stopped abruptly at the same moment.

The next second, these sleeping elves opened their mouths at the same time, as if one consciousness had finally established a connection with these "bodies" in the real world at the same time, and they made clear sounds -

"My name is Ted Lear, and I am currently in the deepest part of the Nameless One's Dream.

"I send this message to the real world through every channel I can find. No matter who receives this message, please spread it to everyone you can.

“Silantis is crazy.

“She is trying to devour all the elves and use them to enter the real world and take root and grow again.

“She is not our protector;

"We are fighting against Silantis's main consciousness and trying to slow down its spread into the real world - but we are losing.

"We need help - do everything possible to prevent the elves in the real world from being devoured by Silantis, and prevent them from disappearing or dying in their sleep. This can delay Silantis's awakening. I repeat, we need help..."

The sound in the ward stopped abruptly.

All the elf patients fell back into "sleep" again, as if what had just happened was just an illusion - Ted Lear's connection with the real world was cut off.

"Ted Lear..." Heidi was stunned for a few seconds, and finally reacted, "Is it the keeper of the truth in Breeze Harbor?!"

There was a hint of panic and horror in her eyes. What happened in just a dozen seconds made her realize the badness and seriousness of the situation.

She looked at Duncan, wanting to ask the "captain" for help.

Duncan frowned. The sudden turn of events and the news from Ted Riel were beyond his expectations. But after thinking quickly, he vaguely grasped some... ideas from these "news".

"Looks like I have to go," he turned and said to the psychiatrist with a serious expression, "Someone has to solve this problem from the root."

Heidi spoke subconsciously: "Then I..."

"Keep doing what you are doing and delay the progress of these elves being 'devoured'," Duncan said quickly, "Keep their spirits in the real world for as long as possible - leave the rest to us."