MTL - Deep Sea Embers-Chapter 52 the captain is not at home

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 no longer be an ordinary person, but even so, it is not easy to control the two bodies without any burden. Barely controlling the body in the antique shop, he crawled back to the bed and continued to stand up.

But 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 let out a small 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 ending 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. After this matter is settled, He felt a lot more relaxed, and he had the energy to focus on other things.

The sound of flapping its wings came from the side at this moment, and the pigeon Ai Yin ran up 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 golden sun emblem and two bottles of spirits are sitting there quietly at the moment.

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

feasible! 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 situation of the sun emblem, and confirmed that there was still a power flow in this extraordinary item, which was already used by him with his spiritual body. After the fire completely occupied and transformed the power, he then 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 looked down at Ai Yin who had already started pacing on the table.

Efficient, guaranteed quality, and free shipping - he's starting to like this goofy 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 shouting: "All the fries! All the fries!"

"There's no fries on the boat for now, but I think it won't be a problem soon," Duncan happily grabbed the pigeon and held it in his hands, eye to eye with the other's mung bean, "I just don't know that every time you send a substance, What is the upper limit, 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: "Losing the package? Oops, the page is gone..."

"...Yes, that's what I'm afraid of. Your name always makes me feel unreliable." Duncan's mind couldn't help but diverge for a while, and the fact that the pigeons successfully sent more things to the Homeless made him 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 put his mind down. After thinking about it, he still felt that It would take a few more tests to really establish a "supply line" between the Lost and the land.

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

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

Nimble, powerful, without the slightest sense of fatigue or lag, as if he'd only been sitting at the table for a while.

However, he knew very well that it had been more than a day since he "left" the Lost Homes. While walking in the spiritual world, his body stayed in the captain's dormitory, maintaining his posture at the table.

Duncan carefully sensed his limbs and bones. Through his precise grasp of his own body, he could almost be sure that this body was completely maintained at the moment he walked in the spiritual world, as if... the moment his consciousness left, this body fell into Some kind of "stillness" in general.

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 in any case, 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, or in other words, he is very good at putting aside those temporarily unsolved puzzles. After thinking about it 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 made a creaking sound, breaking the silence in the chart room. The next second, the wooden goat head on the edge of the sailing table suddenly made a screeching sound, and the piece of wood quickly turned its head to the sound channel. The direction from which it came, under the gaze of the empty, it slowly said: "Name?"

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

"Ah! The great Captain Duncan is back on his loyal Ship Lost! I'm sorry Captain, you took a long time to walk in the spirit world this time, I need to make extra confirmation... After all, this is your rule. How do you feel? 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? Did you notice me just now? Using 'the following omission'? Miss Alice said it would make things more concise, and you might like it more..."

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

"Ah, Captain Duncan's sternness and humour as always, your lesson is—everything goes well on the ship, and your loyal following omissions have done the helm you've given them perfectly. Also Miss Alice came twice, but neither was a big deal. , once with the cable, once with the anchor rope..."

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.

During his walk in the spirit world, he could perceive the situation on the Lost Country, but he didn't pay too much attention to it. He could only vaguely feel Alice walking around the ship "exploring"... Was she still so lively on the boat when she wasn't there?

"Oh, actually Miss Alice is kind too," replied Goathead at once, "she thought it was bad to be doing nothing on the boat, so she wanted something to do, so she went to fix the ropes and maintain the winch--but I forgot to tell her The cable is ticklish, the anchor line needs a nap..."

Duncan: "..."

"Captain, are you angry?" Duncan's sudden silence made the goat head tense, and it shook its wooden head back and forth, "It's not really a big deal, and besides, a new member of a ship always needs to be run in before Hanging out with the old sailors - now they've entered the 'fight' phase, which shows that Miss Alice is progressing very quickly. She's actually quite popular on the ship, most of the..."

Just halfway through Goathead's words, he heard hurried footsteps on the deck outside, and then the door of the captain's room was pulled open, and Alice rushed in hastily: "Mr Goathead. , why are the shells in the ammunition depot 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 cannonballs...I admit that Miss Alice's run-in process on the boat may have been a little too lively. …”

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

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

Alice: "..."