Deep Sea Embers

The pigeon tilted its head, probably feeling that Duncan didn't hear clearly, and quickly repeated it, louder than before: "Ai!"

Duncan finally understood what the bird meant: "You mean, your name is Ay?"

Pigeon nodded proudly, paced back and forth on the desk: "Coo coo!"

Duncan couldn't help rubbing between his eyebrows, he always felt that communicating with this bird was weirder than communicating with a goat's head, and this was mainly because of the pigeon's elusive language style: "Do you know how you were born? Or...how did you appear here?"

The pigeon thought for a while, and looked at two different directions at the same time: "Oh, the page is gone, try refreshing it?"

Duncan: "..."

He found that he couldn't understand what was going on in the bird's mind at all, and he wasn't even sure whether the sentences it suddenly jumped out were related to the current topic.

But he was absolutely sure that the bird was thinking, and was communicating with himself very...seriously.

It's just that it obviously has its own understanding of "communication".

Duncan talked to the pigeon who called himself "Ai" a few more times, and it turned out that their conversations always maintained a frequency of parallel lines. Basically, they talked about each other. If they were related, they couldn't see where the intersection was. , It’s irrelevant, this pigeon will answer every question... and occasionally there will be a sentence or two that seems to answer Duncan’s question.

At the end of the exchange, there was not much progress. Duncan could only frowned and muttered: "What kind of evil thing is this..."

He felt that it would take him a long time to establish a normal communication with the bird, and this process might even be more difficult than for him to get used to the chattering of the goat's head.

The pigeon was squatting on the table opposite him, blinking its small eyes innocently, and occasionally muttering about V it 50.

Duncan didn't pay attention to the bird's chanting, but curled his fingers and rubbed them lightly, watching the green flames jumping in the air at his fingertips, at least he could be sure of one thing - although the brass compass was already the same as the pigeon in front of him Integrate into one, but in essence, it is still an "abnormal item" that can be controlled by itself.

The ghostly green flames of the spiritual body rose, and green flames also rose from the gaps in the feathers of the pigeon "Ai" almost at the same time. The brass compass hanging on its chest bounced off with a "snap", and the transparent glass Under the shell, the slightly illusory pointer is gradually stabilizing according to Duncan's will, and the dial depicting many mysterious symbols is gradually filled with flames.

Ai didn't react the whole time, but just bathed in the fire of the spirit quite naturally, as if waiting for Duncan's order.

Before the brass compass was fully ignited, Duncan took the initiative to disperse the flames.

During the test, Duncan also silently summed up:

"The compass can still be used... It's just that there is a weird 'medium', and it's not sure what effect this pigeon will have for the time being, maybe it's some kind of help...

"It's not clear what the compass is, and it's best not to make a second 'shuttle' until you're ready... You should always pay attention to the changes in the compass and the pigeons in the next test.

"There is a connection between the pigeon and me. When the fire of the spirit body is stimulated, this connection will become more obvious. It can even directly control where the pigeon appears to a certain extent... But the control can only go to this step...

"'Ai' obviously has its own will, and will act according to its own ideas, and the instructions given to it may not always be carried out, which is different from other 'items' on the Lost Home.

"Can speak, has a certain ability to think, and can judge problems independently...Compared with ordinary abnormal objects, the nature of this pigeon seems to be closer to that of a goat's head..."

Duncan summed up some currently known information in his mind, and finally, his eyes finally fell on the obsidian knife.

The blade is like a dry and twisted finger, and the blade is black and reflective.

This is exactly what the black-robed priest who wore a golden sun mask and presided over the evil sacrifice ceremony in the sewer assembly hall once held. From the point of view of its use, it should be a "ceremonial blade".

Duncan arrived at the gathering place that was suspected to be located underground in the "Prand City-State" by means of spiritual projection, and when he returned, he also returned spiritually. He thought that this process should be completely spiritual or soul-level, but now this ritual knife is Really put it in front of yourself.

After a little thought, Duncan reached out and picked up the knife.

The cold and hard touch is really transmitted, this is a real item.

Duncan released some spirit fire again, causing the flames to wrap around the blade, and judging from the empty and empty feedback, the extraordinary power once contained in this ritual knife has indeed dissipated.

Just like his previous judgment at the sacrifice site, this thing is not a real "abnormal object", but should be an extension product of some kind of extraordinary power, or a temporary item "infused" artificially.

Although Duncan didn't know what kind of system the "abnormal objects" in this world had, he guessed that this knife shouldn't be considered a rare item, at least...it looked like it was mass-produced.

"Is this something you brought back?" He raised his head, looked at Ai who was resting on the table, and raised the obsidian knife in his hand, "And it was specially for me?"

The pigeon stared directly at Duncan with its small red eyes, its whole body was motionless, and it did not respond to the question.

Duncan: "...?"

He asked again, and the pigeon remained motionless, as if it had suddenly turned into a lifeless sculpture.

The sudden abnormal change made Duncan frown slightly, but just when he was about to stimulate Ai with the flames of his spiritual body to see if he could forcefully wake it up, the bird "lived" again, and it jumped on the spot. He clicked twice and yelled loudly: "Take this solar tomahawk, take this solar tomahawk, take this..."

"Okay, okay, I understand. You don't have to answer every question I asked just now." Duncan quickly waved his hand and organized his words while forcing the pigeon to be quiet, "Then you know how you put the pigeons together." Did you bring this knife? Or, you can carry the 'real thing' on the shuttle, is that right?"

The pigeon pondered for a while, then lowered its head and pecked at Duncan's finger: "The whole game is fully discounted, and everything is free."

Duncan: "I... just pretend to understand."

He sighed, feeling that the limit of communication between himself and the bird had reached this point.

Then he stood up from the desk and looked in the direction of the chart room.

Goat's Head and Alice are still outside, and the cordial and friendly exchange continues.

Miss Puppet has not made a sound for a long time, and Goat Head has just started to tell the seventeenth way of seaweed stew.

Duncan felt the need to save his only (and turned out to be the most normal-looking) crew member at the moment.

On the other hand, he stayed in the dormitory for too long, and there were some unusual movements in the middle. He felt that it was necessary for him to go out and show his face, so that Goat Head could feel at ease.

But before leaving, he hesitated to glance at Ai who was running around on the table.

Do you want to take this pigeon out too? How do you explain it when you take it out?

Duncan hesitated for only two seconds, then decisively grabbed the pigeon and put it on his shoulder.

He is going to be active on the Lost Homeland for a long time, and this pigeon will definitely follow him for a long time in the foreseeable future. It is not known what the living habits of this bird are, but as a "pigeon" with thinking and communication skills Abnormal object", it is probably difficult to hide somewhere like a dead object.

There is an extra "passenger" on board, which cannot be hidden. If it is hidden now, once it is exposed in the future, it will greatly damage the image of "Captain Duncan".

So he might as well take this pigeon out openly, saying that it is his new "trophy"-he doesn't need to explain anything to the goat head, and the captain doesn't need to explain to the first mate.

The first officer will figure it out himself.

As for the strange words that the pigeon pops out from time to time (these must be incomprehensible strange words to the locals of this world)...then there is no need to explain.

Let the goat's head and Alice figure out a way to make up their own brains.

With the fat pigeon on his shoulders, Duncan got up and adjusted his appearance, and walked calmly towards the chart room.

The pigeon proudly puffed out its chest, as if declaring: "Authentic good herbal tea, authentic good voice, welcome to watch by..."