There were countless lines, emerging from the sea like clumps of hair, floating up into the air weightlessly - and now they were still increasing in number.

Alice stared with her eyes wide open, looking at the scene in confusion and astonishment, and then, a faint green fire flashed in her eyes again - the same fire flashed in Duncan's eyes, and then, the "line" that only the puppet could see also appeared in front of Duncan.

"Are these... people from Breeze Harbor?" Alice was stunned for a while, and finally broke the silence by muttering, "They're gone, but the connection is still there?"

Duncan did not speak. He just looked solemnly at the densely packed thin threads floating in the air. Although he could not confirm them with his eyes at once, he could vaguely feel that there were too many "threads" - even if one person could extend five threads, the number they represented far exceeded the elf population of Breeze Harbor. It was as if... the soul threads of elves all over the world were gathered here.

The huge number makes these continuous lines look hazy. They flutter in the wind in an amorphous manner, like an lingering fog covering the sky above the Breeze Harbor, with a dreamy... beauty.

And creepy and weird.

Alice had recovered from her initial shock by then. She curiously observed the threads on the sea, like a cat that saw countless balls of wool, unable to contain itself but hesitant. She still remembered what the captain had told her, so she carefully put her hands away, trying not to touch any of the threads around her, but her eyes kept darting around, wanting to grab but not daring to.

Of course, this could not be hidden from Duncan's eyes.

"Captain, I'll just touch them lightly. I won't grab them... I want to see their 'condition'..." Noticing Duncan's gaze, Alice immediately spoke cautiously, and stretched out her hand to make a small gesture to show that her "light touch" really meant "lightly".

Duncan nodded silently, paying close attention to the movements of the puppet's hands.

Of course he trusted Alice - but he didn't really trust Alice's reliability.

The puppet was given permission and immediately looked happy. Then it carefully reached out and touched the invisible thread closest to it.

The next second, she uttered a low cry of surprise and quickly loosened the string.

Duncan immediately asked about the situation: "What's wrong?"

"...Strange thing." Alice looked at the string in a daze and muttered in confusion.

Duncan frowned when he heard this: "Weird thing?"

"I don't know what it is, but it's different from any 'thread' I've come across before," Alice said hesitantly, as if trying to put her feelings into words. "I feel a... very, very large thing hiding at the other end of the thread, but it's vague and seems to be constantly changing..."

As she spoke, she raised her hand and pointed to the deepest part of the misty thread forest.

"It seems to be hidden in there, but I can't see it."

Duncan frowned and looked at the hazy "white fog". He did not see the "strange thing" that Alice described, but he knew what that "strange thing" was.

Silantis has begun to gradually condense into a mental entity in the racial consciousness of the elves.

After a slight hesitation, he reached out to a hazy silk thread in his vision and touched it cautiously.

He felt nothing—but that wasn't surprising.

After all, his ability to "see" the invisible threads at this moment was only "borrowed" from Alice through the connection of flames, so it certainly would not be so easy to use.

"Goat Head," Duncan called out in his heart after a slight hesitation, "Can you feel anything?"

"No," the goat-headed man's voice came immediately, sounding a little helpless and panicked, "Sorry, Captain, I..."

"It's okay. It's not your fault."

Duncan interrupted Goat-Head, and at the same time, he stepped to the edge of the deck and stretched out his hand over the side of the ship.

A dark green spiritual fire condensed in his hand and then fell into the sea like water. The flame spread silently on the sea surface and flowed towards those floating invisible lines.

However, the next second, the flame passed through every invisible thread, and Duncan did not feel any "feedback", as if... those threads were in a completely undisturbed dimension.

Duncan frowned as he watched this scene, but he was not too surprised. He just muttered thoughtfully: "...It seems that it is not that easy after all."

At this moment, a melodious whistle sound coming from the distant sea suddenly interrupted his thoughts.

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

He saw a majestic silhouette emerging on the distant sea accompanied by the sound of a whistle, as if a curtain had suddenly been lifted between the sky and the sea, and a huge monster that looked to be a quarter of the size of a city-state had "emerged" out of thin air, moving towards this side and slowing down.

Then, he gradually saw the shape of the huge building clearly - its edge was as steep as a cliff, and white high walls surrounded its base. There were also buildings of different heights located on the high ground inside the wall, among which bell towers, spires and tall buildings could be seen. Those buildings with white exterior walls and blue roofs did not have much religious atmosphere. Instead, they reminded people of the famous city-state university in the center of the Breeze Port city-state - the two were vaguely similar in style.

Around that huge monster, Duncan saw the silhouettes of other ships - all of them were cutting-edge and advanced main battleships, but in front of the huge Ark ship, their figures were particularly inconspicuous, and Duncan almost ignored them at first.

At this moment, waves of white mist rose from the sky above the huge "mobile city-state", and a huge amount of steam flow spewed out from the top of the college building on its back. Then, the melodious sound of the whistle crossed the distant sea and once again reached Duncan's ears.

The second whistle was a kind of signal, with a hint of friendliness.

Duncan had realized what it was—

That is the "Pilgrimage Ark" of the Academy of Truth and its escort fleet!

He had seen the Deep Sea Church's pilgrimage ark before and was deeply impressed by the huge "mobile city-state". He knew that the Four Gods Churches all had their own ark ships, and the sizes of all the arks were almost the same - the behemoth that appeared on the sea in the distance was comparable in size to the "Storm Cathedral Ark" he had seen in Plande, and the architectural style of the upper floors of the ark revealed its ownership.

"Captain!" The voice of the goat-head suddenly rang in Duncan's mind, interrupting his thoughts. The first mate's voice was filled with obvious surprise and a hint of nervousness. "It's the church's pilgrimage ark!"

"I saw it," Duncan replied calmly, "Why are you so flustered?"

"That's the church's pilgrimage ark!" Goat Head obviously didn't understand why the captain could remain so calm. "That thing is not easy to deal with - that thing really has the direct protection of the gods..."

"Why should I fight it?" Duncan replied casually, "I'm not at war with the Church of the Four Gods."

The voice of the goat head still sounded very panicked: "But Breeze Harbor is gone! Such a big Breeze Harbor is gone now!"

Duncan was puzzled: "It wasn't me who destroyed it."

Goat Head: “…”

The poor first mate seemed to be suddenly stuck in logic and didn't know how to continue speaking. Only a burst of confusing thoughts came out. Duncan ignored this guy, turned and walked to the control station on the stern deck, and took over the Lost Homeland himself.

The huge ghost ship "came to life" in an instant, and its spiritual sails quickly filled up out of thin air. Then, this huge sailing warship turned with incredible agility and headed straight for the "Pilgrimage Ark" on the distant sea that looked like a small city-state.

Duncan didn't hesitate at all.

Goat Head was shocked by the captain's unhesitating action: "Captain?"

"Let's go over and say hello and discuss the situation. They obviously didn't just pass by here - it should be the distress signal sent by Breeze Harbor that attracted the Ark of Truth Academy," Duncan said casually while controlling the Lost Homeland to move forward. "I know what you are nervous about. The Lost Homeland did have some unpleasant experiences with the four major churches in the past century, but you have to look at the problem from a developmental perspective.

"We have had a lot of dealings with several city-states and churches. I personally think that this kind of active and positive communication is very effective. Remember what Lucrecia mentioned before? The Church of the Four Gods issued a notice to all city-states, ordering each city and church to actively cooperate with the Lost Home Fleet's actions. This shows that they have realized the Lost Home Fleet's enthusiasm for protecting the civilized world..."

Goat Head was stunned by what Duncan said, but he reacted quickly and reminded worriedly: "Then...what if? We have never dealt with the Ark of Truth Academy directly, and the situation in Breeze Harbor is still like this. The intention of that fleet is unclear. If we just approach them like this, what if there is a misunderstanding..."

Duncan said nothing, just smiled and shook his head.

The spiritual fire burned on his body, making his body as illusory and transparent as if cast in light. The Lost Homeland broke through the waves in the "mist" formed by countless "silk threads" and sailed towards the distant Academy Ark. Under the rippling sea surface was the hazy and illusory reflection of the Lost Homeland - the reflection was gradually being wrapped by dark green flames, and the wisps of flames flowed and spread in the tiny waves like water, gradually immersing the entire sea area in a layer of dark green firelight.

"If there is no misunderstanding, then there is no misunderstanding. If there is a misunderstanding, then it is not a misunderstanding - so in short, there will be no misunderstanding."