Chapter 132 Moon

After listening to Talan Eile's long explanation,

Duncan pondered for a long time.

Without a doubt, the elves' ancient legends were unique in this world, even unparalleled, if only because of their completeness.

In the Deep Sea Era after the Great Annihilation, the old world collapsed, and new civilizations broke down and rebuilt. Communication between city-states was cut off for a long time, coupled with the impact of the dark ages. This led to fragmented historical records in almost all city-states on the boundless sea, and almost no complete heritage was preserved by any race.

The Four Gods faith, which emerged after the beginning of the Deep Sea Era, developed rapidly in such a context of broken traditions and blank myths in various city-states.

Yet, among the elves, ancient myths were preserved and inherited. Even today, when the Four Gods faith covers the entire world, and the old belief system is condemned as heresy, these things are still preserved—limited by population, the city-states occupied by elves are only a small part of the entire boundless sea, and their distribution is extremely scattered. However, within these limited and scattered elven city-states, their culture, customs, and mythological system still maintain consistency.

And did they accomplish this solely by relying on "longevity"?

"Such a complete mythological system...perhaps it truly reveals some truths from before the advent of the Great Annihilation," Duncan murmured to himself.

"Many scholars have always believed this. The elves are the only race that has preserved a complete old belief system. Although many of our ancient books have been 'contaminated,' your orally transmitted myths...still maintain their original appearance," Talan Eile said, helplessly spreading his hands. "But even so, you can only treat them as 'stories' for research, unable to directly use them as historical data from after the Great Annihilation."

Duncan frowned, and words that Mauritius had once said to him involuntarily surfaced in his mind: "...because of these huge contradictions between history and reality."

"Yes, every scholar who attempts to trace the Great Annihilation will face the cruel blow of 'contradictions'," Talan Eile sighed. "We feel this most deeply. The more complete the elven mythological system, the less it can explain the world as it is today. The biggest contradiction lies in...during Sasloka's creation of the world, there was no place for humans or the Senkin."

"...I recorded the scene at that time. This piece of paper is now in the hands of Ms. Luta-Lan Eile, but many of its key details have been smudged—I smudged them myself, but I don't remember it myself. If you are interested, later..."

Duncan didn't say anything more. After putting away the draft paper, he got up and came to the window, quietly watching the undulating sea outside, and the "sunlight" that was gradually approaching from the corner of the porthole.

"I can't remember at all," Talan Eile said awkwardly. "My mind automatically erased that part of the memory. I think...it must be very important information."

"No need to say more, Lucy," Duncan said with a smile, shaking his head. Then he solemnly put the piece of paper away. "I'll take it back first, and I'll find a way to uncover its secrets later—if there's any progress, I'll notify you as soon as possible."

This was the first time he had seen with his own eyes the "fallen object" that had previously only existed in Tirian's description, and at such a close distance—the oppressive feeling of the huge object approaching and the mysterious feeling brought by the indistinguishable light screen intertwined, even making him feel a moment of suffocation.

"Yes," Luta-Lan Eile nodded. "Because we are worried that some things in the 'fallen object' are not safe, we have put all the research work at sea. Master Talan Eile is one of the main persons in charge of this port. In addition, there is also a small permanent station in the central area of the fallen object, but the people there have all been evacuated now."

Duncan hesitated for a moment, then nodded slightly:

"Go and arrange it, that's what I came for." The witch landed clumsily on the deck. Duncan frowned, carefully looked at it for a long time before raising his head and looking at Talan Eile: "You can't remember it at all?"

And slipped

Out quite far.

"Are you going to see that thing?" Luta-Lan Eile noticed Duncan's gaze immediately and took the initiative to say, "There is now a temporary research facility established by Safe Harbor. I have already greeted the people there, and we can evacuate the relevant personnel from the core area."

Luta-Lan Eile nodded, and then turned into countless colorful pieces of paper that swirled and flew towards the bridge.

Saying this, she stepped back to the table, while taking out the crumpled draft paper from her arms, she said to Duncan, "I've temporarily handed over the helm to Rabbi—he's another one of my 'crew members.' This is the sketch drawn by Master Eile at that time, you can take a look."

For a time, only Duncan and the elven scholar were left in the room. After a moment of silence, Talan Eile visibly became more uneasy. That was the fallen object that Luta-Lan Eile had picked up from the "border," the location of that "mysterious stone sphere."

"Very good," Duncan breathed a sigh of relief, and a smile suddenly appeared on his face. "You're starting to rebuild your trust in me?"

"What did you see?" Duncan asked again.

Duncan slowly nodded, but for some reason, what appeared in his mind at this moment was another scene he had seen before—

Luta-Lan Eile nodded quickly, then raised her eyes to look at the approaching giant light wall: "We are preparing to enter the interior of the light body, be careful sailing next, I have to go and steer myself."

He could fully imagine the shock that Luta-Lan Eile had caused to the elves here when she dragged that thing back to Safe Harbor.

"Is this port the 'research facility' you mentioned earlier?" Duncan raised his arm, pointing to the temporary floating port on the sea, and asked Luta-Lan Eile beside him.

Luta-Lan Eile seemed relieved, and even...

...looked a little happy.

Talan Eile had just spoken halfway when the door of the reception room was opened, and Luta-Lan Eile, who had left not long ago, returned to the room: "The paper is in my hands."

"It doesn't matter if you're always so relaxed," Duncan said with a smile, waving his hand. "It's normal for people to be afraid, I'm used to it."

"The paper itself doesn't carry any pollution, but rashly restoring its 'true version' may bring danger," Luta-Lan Eile added from the side. "I originally planned to give it to the scholars of Safe Harbor, but after realizing the risk, I thought it would be more appropriate to give it to you."

After a not-too-long voyage, the Brilliant Star gradually approached the "glowing fallen object" floating on the sea near Safe Harbor.

"Understandable—after all, not everyone can adapt to close contact with a 'subspace shadow'," Duncan laughed. "That Mr. Talan Eile has performed very well."

However, at first glance, he only felt that it was a pile of meaningless, randomly drawn lines—apart from the circular outline on the edge, which showed that it was indeed the pattern of Anomaly 001, the heavy smudging inside the circle almost completely destroyed its original true structure.

Luta-Lan Eile responded, then got up and left the room.

But after carefully distinguishing for a while, he vaguely felt a sense of familiarity from behind those messy smudged lines.

Duncan came to the deck at the bow of the ship, watching the magnificent golden light, like a towering cliff coming towards him, constantly enlarging in his field of vision.

He looked up at the window, the light golden "sunlight" filled the sea, and faintly, between the distant undulating waves, he could see a luminous boundary like a cliff standing across the sea.

Fortunately, this time his uneasiness didn't last too long—Duncan took the initiative to break the silence after the awkward atmosphere began to brew again: "I heard that you tried to observe the surface of Anomaly 001 when the sun went out?"

Now, the ship was passing by the temporary port.

"Okay, go ahead."

Not long after she left, Duncan noticed that the Brilliant Star slowly turned its bow and began to sail towards the huge glowing body in the distance.

Duncan was immediately amazed by this scene. It was the first time he had seen Luta-Lan Eile's magical power—watching the pieces of paper flying in front of him, he reached out and grabbed one, curiously looking at it in front of his eyes.

"Okay, I'll contact the research facility first and have them evacuate the people."

Talan Eile continued, "It's not just the legend of Sasloka's creation, in some of our other less complete legends, whenever there is a description of the world, the two species of 'humans' and 'Senkin' are never mentioned. You should understand that this is very strange."

The next second, he heard an exclamation in the air, and then the flying pieces of paper suddenly reunited into Luta-Lan Eile.

As if in the depths of those smudged traces, there was something he had seen before, even something he had a deep impression of.

Luta-Lan Eile immediately felt a little relieved:

"...I just think...you are more suitable...Of course, I trust you, my brother said, you are now..."

Duncan immediately took the draft paper handed over by the other party with a serious expression, flattened it on the table, and scanned the smooth pattern drawn on it.

"Yes," Talan Eile said a little uneasily, placing his hands on the table, fiddling with his little thumb, "And Ms. Luta-Lan Eile always thinks that my sleep is related to observing the sun, although I don't think that's the case..."

When Luta-Lan Eile heard this, she calmly explained: "Actually, it's not entirely like that. The way you are now...I mean, after restraining the flames, you are not much different from ordinary people. Most people don't recognize your face...I'm mainly worried that irrelevant personnel will disturb you..."

Duncan didn't speak, just pondered with a serious expression.

But by now, the elves had obviously adapted to this "neighbor."