Deep Sea Embers Chapter 52: The captain is not home

One will, focusing on 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 no longer be an ordinary person, but even so, it is not easy to control two bodies without any burden. For a long time, he barely controlled the body in the antique shop and climbed back to the bed, and continued to stand up.

However, judging from the feedback from the depths of his consciousness, he thinks that sooner or later he can master this kind of single-minded skill - it just takes a long time to familiarize and train.

Duncan finally breathed a sigh of relief after he settled the body in the antique shop and paid a little attention there.

It is the most important thing to ensure the connection with the "remote body" as soon as possible after finishing the spiritual world walk. This is directly related to whether the foothold that I have finally found in the civilized world can be used for a long time, and this matter After getting it done, he felt a lot 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 Ai ran to Duncan in twos and threes. The bird held its chest out, with strong pride in its eyes and tone: "Successful transmission!" /

Duncan looked past the pigeon and landed on the table behind it.

A pale gold sun emblem, and two bottles of spirits, are sitting there quietly at the moment.

A smile slowly crept into Duncan's face, and then the smile grew brighter.

Yes! It's possible to have this pigeon piggybacking on "goods" as it walks the spirit world! And it is 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, he checked the condition of the sun emblem and confirmed that there was still a faint power flow in this extraordinary item, which was already used by him. The fire of the body completely occupied and transformed the power, and then he picked up one of the bottles of spirits, took off the lid and put it in front of his nose, the strong smell of alcohol immediately came.

Duncan glanced down at Ay, who had begun pacing the table.

Efficient, guaranteed quality, and free shipping - he's starting to like this babbling pigeon.

The pigeon also immediately noticed the sight of the "master", and it immediately trotted to Duncan's side, pecking at the table with its mouth shell, and loudly pressing: "All the fries! All the fries!"

"There's no fries on the boat for now, but I don't think it'll be a problem soon," Duncan happily grabbed the pigeon in his hands, eye-to-eye with the other's mung bean, "just don't know how often you What is the upper limit of the material to be teleported, whether it is limited to dead objects, and whether there will be 'packet loss'... This will take a few more tests..."

The pigeon thought for a while, then raised his neck: "lost the packet? Oops, the page is gone..."

"...Yes, that's what I'm afraid of. Your name always makes me feel unreliable." Duncan's thoughts could not help but diverge for a while, and the fact that the pigeons successfully sent more things to the Lost Country made him He was very excited, which made him think of more feasible attempts, not only limited to delivering supplies to the ship, but the bird's erratic IQ and poor contact logic always made him dare not let his mind go. After thinking about it, He still felt that he needed to do a few more tests before really establishing a "supply line" between Homeless and the land.

With a plan for the next step in mind for the time being, Duncan stood up from his chair. He walked towards the door leading to the chart room, but stopped after just two steps.

He moved his joints in place, stretched his legs, and felt the touch from his limbs.

Flexible, powerful, with no fatigue or lag, as if he'd just sat at the table for a while.

However, he knew very well that it had been more than a day since he "left" the Lost Lands. When he was walking in the spirit world, his body remained in the captain's quarters, maintaining his posture at the table.

Duncan carefully perceives his limbs and bones. Through his precise control of his own body, he can almost be sure that this body is completely maintaining the state of the spirit world at the moment of walking, as if... at the moment when consciousness leaves, this body It fell into a kind of "stagnation".

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

He pondered curiously, but had no clue.

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

But anyway, this doesn't seem to be a bad thing, this body doesn't need much "maintenance", which means that he can focus some of his energy on other areas with more confidence.

Duncan is a very perceptive person. Door.

Captain Duncan is back.

The oak door made a creaking sound, breaking the silence in the chart room. The next second, the wooden carved goat head on the edge of the sailing table suddenly made a clicking sound, and the piece of wood turned its head quickly. From the direction the voice came from, under the empty gaze, it slowly said, "Name?"

"Duncan Abnomar," Duncan glanced at Goat's Head, "I'm back."

"Ah! The great Captain Duncan has returned to his loyal homeless ship! I'm sorry Captain, you took a long time to walk the spirit world this time, and I need to confirm it again... After all, this is your rule. You How are you feeling? How is your mood? How is your body? How did you get out of this long walk in the spirit world? Did you find something interesting? Would you like to share this journey with your loyal first mate and the following omission? Have you noticed? Did I use 'the following omission' just now? Miss Alice said it would make things more concise, and you might prefer it..."

"Shut up, you've made up all the words you've trimmed in the nonsense that follows," Duncan glanced at the noisy thing, "Did something happen to the ship while I was away?"

"Ah, Captain Duncan is as stern and humorous as ever, and your lesson is that everything on the ship is normal, and your loyal following omissions have done the helm you've given them perfectly. Also Miss Alice has been here twice, but both It's not a big deal, one fight with the cable, one fight with the anchor line..."

Duncan was about to cross the chart room to check the situation on the deck, when he heard the words of the goat head and stopped suddenly, his face was a question mark: "Why is she fighting with the cable and anchor line?"

He could sense the situation on the Lost Country during his walk in the spirit world, but he didn't pay too much attention to it. He could only vaguely feel Alice walking up and down the ship "exploring"... How could she be so lively on the boat while she was away?

"Oh~IndoMTL.com~ In fact, Miss Alice is also kind," Goathead replied immediately, "she felt it was bad to have nothing to do on the boat, so she wanted to find something to do, so she went to fix the ropes and maintain the winch— —but I forgot to tell her that the cable is ticklish and the anchor needs a nap..."

Duncan: "..."

"Captain, are you angry?" Duncan's sudden silence made the goat head nervous, shaking its wooden head back and forth, "It's not really a big deal, besides, a new member of a ship always needs It takes a while to get along with the old sailors - now they're in the 'fight' stage, which shows that Miss Alice is making a lot of progress in integrating into the group. In fact, she's quite popular on the ship, and most of the ships on the Lost ..."

Just as Goat's head was halfway through, he heard hurried footsteps on the deck outside, and then the door of the captain's room was pulled open, and Alice rushed in in a hurry: " Mr. Goathead, why are the shells in the ammo keep rolling around and not letting me..."

Duncan gave Alice a silent look.

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

"Well, it's the third time," sighed the goathead on the sailing table, "this time she's fighting a cannonball...I admit that Miss Alice's run-in process on board was probably too lively. Then a little..."

Alice shrank her neck (probably to reinforce her joints), nervously looking at Duncan with a blank expression: "Captain, you're back..."

"Well," Duncan nodded, his face indifferent, "It looks like you had a great time on the boat while I was away?"

Alice: "..."