Chapter 807: Far Away From Hometown

Lei Nora left, carrying the flame Zhou Ming gave her. The traveling queen and her drifting house disappeared into the endless gray fog outside the window. Zhou Ming took a deep breath and turned away from the window long after she left.

He had always been curious about how the "Frost Queen" "traveled" in this endless fog, and the principle and process of the drifting house sailing at the end of the world. After all, even if he knew that the house was the escape pod of the New Hope, he could hardly imagine what kind of power it had now, and what it looked like when sailing in the fog. However, Lei Nora herself seemed to be unable to explain this clearly.

In response to Zhou Ming's question, she only answered that this was a kind of "instinct" process. She and the drifting house had merged into one. When the house traveled at the end of the world, she was like "walking in the fog". She could not feel the chaotic time and space faults, and did not need to consider the "power" of the house.

This sounds very strange. Zhou Ming can only explain it as the "escape pod" retaining a complete automatic navigation system. With the changes brought about by the Great Annihilation, this automatic navigation system may have become the "supernatural characteristic" of the drifting house - just like Alice's "navigation instinct" after taking the helm now.

Anyway, the puppet doesn't know how the Lost Hometown is driven, but this doesn't prevent her from making the ship run all the way to the end of the world...

With a light breath, Zhou Ming temporarily put aside the irrelevant thoughts in his mind, and then walked to his desk.

The LCD monitor on the table was glowing slightly, and the computer host next to it was still making a slight humming sound. This "machine" that looked like a "computer" in his eyes was running as usual, as if waiting for his interaction.

But this time, Zhou Ming didn't touch the keyboard and mouse on the table. He just sat at the table, quietly watching the slowly flashing cursor in the search box on the screen, just like... watching himself in the mirror who hadn't seen him for a long time.

"You are part of this place, and so is this table," Zhou Ming said softly to himself after an unknown amount of time, "The floor is, the roof is, everything here is... me too. We are all, right?"

The cursor flickered silently, as if it had no reaction to Zhou Ming's words, but slowly, the glow on the LCD screen gradually dimmed - the screen went darker and darker, and finally became as black as ink, as black as an empty mirror.

Zhou Ming stared at the empty mirror and saw his own face in it.

And at the edge of his vision, on the table next to him, on the wall, on the roof, and even on the shelf and small wardrobe in the corner, these ordinary "home furnishings" that he had used for many years in his memory, the lavender starlight was swelling and emerging little by little.

Some kind of "change" that was almost uncontrollable was stirring near the critical point.

A slight itch suddenly came from his arm. Zhou Ming looked down and saw that the "World Tree" Silantis, which looked like a bonsai, was floating beside him. The small sapling was suspended in the air, and the branches on the edge of the crown gently poked his arm, looking a little uneasy.

Zhou Ming was stunned for a while, slowly reached out and picked up Silantis and put it on the desk.

"Don't be afraid, little sapling, it's not time yet," he gently soothed Silantis's crown, and a smile slowly appeared on his face, "I will arrange it well, you will take root in a fertile and stable land, there will be bright sunshine and warm wind... Everyone will have their own place, and Sasloka will be there..."

Silantis floated quietly on the table, and a light rustling sound came from the crown, as if the wind in the memory of the past blew over the top of the World Tree again after a long and distant time.

The starlight at the edge of the vision gradually faded, and everything in the room slowly returned to normal.

"It's not time yet..." In the cabin, the reverse singularity whispered to himself, "The day has not come yet..."

...

The goat head suddenly raised its head, and its dark eyes, like obsidian carvings, stared at the figure who opened the door and came in. For a brief moment, it seemed to see the scattered starlight filling the entire cabin, and a tall figure standing in the starlight stepped through the door of the Lost Homelander, emitting a force that seemed to crush the Lost Homelander.

But the illusion of that moment soon dissipated from Sasloka's eyes, and it saw the captain walk into the captain's room, just like every day in the past.

"Duncan Abnomal," Duncan waved his hand and took the initiative to say before the other party spoke, "I just went on a 'long trip'."

"...I almost didn't recognize you again," the goat-headed man seemed to be relieved and immediately started chattering, "Every time you 'go out' recently, it's a bit scary. Sometimes when you come in, I'm not sure what comes in... Hey, I'm talking nonsense, don't blame me for offending you. I just saw a scary scene just now and I'm a little nervous. Do you feel okay? Do you need to go back to the room to rest? They haven't come back yet, but I guess they should be back. Even Shirley should be full by now. We may be there soon. Alice is still holding..."

The goat-headed man's noise came like a tidal wave. Duncan had a bit of mixed emotions in his heart after returning from the other side of the door. At this time, the first mate spoke and all his emotions were directly destroyed. He could only subconsciously glare: "Shut up!"

The goat's head suddenly quieted down with a "bang" sound, and then it was quiet for a few seconds before shaking its head again. When it spoke again, it was not so noisy, but with a sigh and a smile: "...Welcome back. , you’re fine.”

"...What can happen to me?" Duncan exhaled and walked towards the chart table, but when he sat down, he still looked up at the goat head and nodded with some seriousness, "Don't worry."

His eyes then fell on the nautical chart covered with thin mist.

After crossing the border of the world, the various routes and signs on the boundless sea are no longer visible on this chart that can be updated in real time. Instead, there are only endless gray-white fog, and the representative symbols vaguely visible in the fog. There are light green traces of the Lost Home Number.

The faint trace still floats on the edge of the chart, now almost halfway to the end of the world.

The third node is near - this is the only information this chart can provide at the moment.

A hundred years ago, when the real Duncan Abnormar sailed the Lost Home to challenge the world's borders, did he rely on such a nautical chart that could hardly provide any effective information?

Or... he didn't even have such a chart at that time?

Some unrelated thoughts came to Duncan's mind, and at this moment, he heard the lively sounds coming from the deck outside.

His crew had returned from a meal aboard the Brilliant Star.

An inexplicable feeling surged up, and Duncan couldn't help but put a smile on his face. He stood up from behind the chart table, walked to the door of the captain's cabin, opened the door and walked out.

Nina and Shirley, who were playing around on the deck, immediately heard the noise and turned around to look this way. Nina had a smile on her face and waved her arms happily: "Uncle Duncan!"

Morris, who was holding a pipe, took off the pipe in his mouth and bowed to pay tribute to Duncan. Vanna also lowered her head with a smile. Shirley sat on Agou and rubbed her belly, waving her arms to Duncan happily and awkwardly. He murmured for no reason: "I ate a little too much..."

Ah Gou was full of resentment: "You ate too much and went for a walk by yourself. What's the use of letting me carry you around..."

Nina walked over with a smile, carrying a lunch box with a handle in her hand, and happily showed it to Duncan to look at the contents: "These are the sweet pancakes and carrot stew made by Luni. I put them for you." It’s on the table, don’t forget to eat~”

As soon as she finished speaking, the girl walked briskly past Duncan and walked into the captain's cabin.

Duncan always had a smile on his face. He looked at these lively figures, watching them talking, joking, playing and bragging around him. He saw the sailors also coming out of the cabin and complaining to Maurice. The "viscous compounds of unknown composition" in the kitchen soup pot were difficult to clean, and Agatha's figure appeared in the air nearby - Shirley ran away when she saw her, but after just a few steps, Agatha chained her up. Bring it back...

Duncan just watched from the side, as if he wanted to imprint all these figures in his mind.

These were truly his best days on this ship.

Then, he heard the low roar coming from high in the sky, and felt the slight shaking of the hull of the Lost Home - outside the ship's side, wisps of color suddenly appeared in the uniform gray-white background. This was the jump channel. End sign.

Above the Homeless and the Brilliant Star, the phantom of the New Hope is gradually fading, the front end of the jump channel begins to break, and a gray-black and dark red color appears in the thick fog in the distance, followed by the ship entering the water Sound - the destination has arrived.

"...The jump has stopped..."

Fuzzy and distorted sounds reached everyone's ears.

The people on the deck reacted for a moment, and then ran towards the side of the ship in unison. Duncan subconsciously looked back in the direction of the stern deck. The next second, he saw a head protruding from the guardrail at the edge of the bridge, Alice. He was waving to him happily: "Captain! We have arrived at the station! It's the festival of fire..."

A head fell from the edge of the bridge, bounced on the ground a few times, and landed at Duncan's feet.

Alice raised her head and blinked at the captain.

Duncan sighed: "Sometimes, I even suspect that you did it on purpose."

Alice thought for a while: "Help, help..."