Deep Sea Embers

One will, paying attention to two perspectives at the same time, controlling two bodies, doing completely different things, this is a rather novel experience for Duncan.

It is also an extremely difficult challenge.

He thinks that he should not be regarded as an ordinary person now, but even so, it is not easy to control the two bodies without any burden. Barely controlling the body in the antique shop, he climbed back to the bed and continued to lift the corpse.

But judging from the feedback from the depths of his consciousness, he thought that sooner or later he would be able to master this dual-purpose technique—it just needed a long time for familiarization and training.

After placing the body in the antique shop properly and paying a little attention there, Duncan finally breathed a sigh of relief.

It is the most important thing to ensure the connection with the "remote body" immediately after finishing the walk in the spirit world. This is directly related to whether the foothold I have finally found in the civilized world can be used for a long time. After this matter is settled, He felt much more relaxed, and he had the energy to focus on other things.

A sound of flapping wings came from the side at this moment, and the pigeon Aiyi ran up to Duncan in twos and threes. The bird held its chest high, and there was a lot of pride in its eyes and tone: "The teleportation was successful!"

Duncan looked past the pigeon to the table behind it.

A light golden sun emblem and two bottles of spirits were quietly placed there at the moment.

A smile slowly appeared on Duncan's face, and then the smile became brighter and brighter.

feasible! It is feasible to let this pigeon carry "cargo" in the process of walking in the spirit world! And it's not limited to extraordinary items, even ordinary items can be sent over!

With a satisfied smile, he got up and took a few items on the table, first checked the situation of the sun emblem, and confirmed that there was still a faint power flowing in this extraordinary item, which was that he had used the fire of the spirit body. After completely occupying and transforming the power, he then picked up one of the bottles of spirits, took off the lid and put it in front of his nose, and the strong smell of alcohol came immediately.

Duncan looked down at Ai who had already started pacing on the table with his head up.

High efficiency, high quality, and free shipping - he began to like this nagging pigeon.

The pigeon also immediately noticed the "master"'s sight. It immediately trotted to Duncan, pecked at the table with its beak shell, and shouted loudly: "Order French fries! Order French fries!"

"There are no French fries on board for the time being, but I think this will not be a problem soon," Duncan happily grabbed the pigeon and held it in his hand, eyeing each other's mung beans, "I just don't know that every time you send something What is the upper limit, is it limited to dead objects, and whether there will be 'packet loss'... This needs to be tested a few more times..."

The pigeon thought for a while, then raised its neck: "Packet loss? Oh, the page is missing..."

"...Yes, that's what I'm afraid of. Your name always makes me feel that you are not old and reliable." Duncan's thoughts diverged for a while, and he was greatly encouraged by the fact that the pigeon successfully transmitted more things to the Lost Home , This made him think of more feasible attempts, not just limited to delivering supplies to the ship, but this bird's erratic IQ and poor contact logic always made him dare not let go of his mind. After thinking about it, he still felt that It will take a few more tests before actually establishing a "supply line" between the Lost Homeland and the land.

Temporarily having a plan in mind for the next step, Duncan stood up from the chair and walked towards the door leading to the chart room, but stopped after taking two steps.

He moved his joints on the spot, stretched his legs and feet, and felt the touch from his limbs.

Flexible, powerful, without fatigue or sluggishness, as if he had just been sitting at the desk for a while.

However, he was very clear that it had been more than a day since he had "leaved" the Lost Homeland, and when he was walking in the spirit world, his body stayed in the captain's dormitory, maintaining the posture of sitting in front of the table.

Duncan carefully felt the limbs and bones. Through his precise grasp of his physical condition, he could almost be sure that this body completely maintained the state at the moment of walking in the spirit world, as if... the moment the consciousness left, the body fell into a Some kind of "stagnation" in general.

Is this also the special power of "Captain Duncan"? Or... because I am actually half a ghost now, so I will be as tireless as a ghost?

He wondered curiously, but had no clue.

He has begun to understand the history of this world and the rise and fall of civilized city-states, but he can't even solve the secrets of himself.

But in any case, this does not seem to be a bad thing. This body does not require much "maintenance", which means that he can devote part of his energy to other areas with more confidence.

Duncan is a very open-minded person. In other words, he is very good at putting aside those temporarily unsolvable puzzles. After thinking it through in his mind, he came to the door and pushed open the door leading to the chart room.

Captain Duncan is back.

The oak door creaked lightly, breaking the silence in the chart room. The next second, the wooden goat's head carved on the edge of the nautical table suddenly made a rattling sound, and the piece of wood quickly turned its head to the sound. The direction, under the empty gaze, it slowly opened the mouth: "Name?"

"Duncan Abu Normar," Duncan glanced at the goat's head, "I'm back."

"Ah! The great Captain Duncan has returned to his loyal Ship Lost! I'm sorry Captain, but you have been traveling in the spirit world for a long time this time, and I need to confirm it again... After all, this is the rule you set. How do you feel? How's your mood? How's your body? How's the harvest of this long spiritual world walk? Did you find something interesting? Would you like to share this walking journey with your loyal first officer and the following abbreviation? Have you noticed that I just now Did you use 'abbreviate the following'? Miss Alice said that would make the words a bit more condensed, and you might prefer this brevity..."

"Shut up, your condensed words are all made up for in the rest of the nonsense," Duncan glanced at the noisy thing, "Did anything happen on the ship while I was away?"

"Ah, Captain Duncan's sternness and humor are as usual. What you taught is that everything is normal on board, and your loyal following omissions have perfectly completed the helm task you have entrusted. In addition, Miss Alice has come twice, but it is not a big deal , once with the cable, once with the anchor..."

Duncan was about to go through the chart room to check the situation on the deck, but he stopped immediately when he heard the words of the goat's head. He asked with a question mark on his face: "Why did she fight with the cables and anchor cables?"

He could perceive the situation on the Lost Home during his walk in the spirit world, but he didn't pay too much attention to it. He could only vaguely feel Alice walking around on the ship and "exploring"... How could this be taken advantage of? Why was she still so lively on the boat when she was not around?

"Oh, actually Miss Alice is kind too," Goat's Head replied immediately, "She thought it was bad to have nothing to do on board, so she wanted to find something to do, so she went to tidy up the cables and maintain the winch—but I forgot to tell her The cable is ticklish, the anchor needs a nap..."

Duncan: "..."

"Captain, are you angry?" Duncan's sudden silence made the goat's head tense, and it shook its wooden head back and forth, "It's actually not a big deal, and besides, new members on a ship always need to adjust to get better." I got along with the old sailors—now they have entered the stage of 'fighting', which shows that Miss Alice is progressing quickly in integrating into the group. In fact, she is quite popular on the ship, and most of the Lost Country..."

As soon as the goat's head was halfway through speaking, he heard a sudden rush of footsteps on the deck outside, and then the door of the captain's cabin was pulled open, and Alice rushed in hastily: "Mr. , why the shells in the ammunition depot keep rolling around and won't let me..."

Duncan silently glanced at Alice.

Alice also found Duncan standing by the nautical table, looking at him stiffly and awkwardly.

"Well, this is the third time," the goat hair on the nautical table sighed, "this time she is fighting with shells... I admit that Miss Alice's running-in process on the ship may have been a little bit too lively ..."

Alice shrank her neck (probably strengthening her joints) and nervously looked at Duncan with a blank expression: "Captain, you are back..."

"Well," Duncan nodded, with a calm expression on his face, "it seems that you had a good time on the boat while I was away?"

Alice: "..."