Chapter 97 Who is making the list?

After a little recollection, Duncan finally remembered where he had seen this facethis was the prestigious female inquisitor of Pland, Vanna Wayne!

Her name and picture appeared in the newspapers.

Why am I seeing such a scene? And why is the person a follower of the storm goddess? Is there a hidden connection between her and me? When did it get established? How come I didnt notice it before?

Countless thoughts popped up in Duncans mind for a moment, but the next second, the messy thoughts were interrupted by something that swept into his line of sight the document Vanna was reading.

The content was written in a rigorous format, with the sacred symbol of the storm goddess printed on the paper. The first sentence at the beginning was as follows: I hereby inform the captains and accompanying priests and guides that Anomaly 099, the puppet coffin, has recently gone out of control. The most holy and wise have witnessed the cursed thing being lost in the storm, and the characteristics are hereby as listed.

Duncans eyes slowly widened as he gazed over Vannas shoulder. The document described various details relating to Alice. Like where she originated from, what curses she possessed, how she was concepted, and the nickname Alice Guillotine

Eventually, his gaze locked onto a bit about the White Oak being attacked. He wanted to read more, but Vannas tall stature blocked off the important bits from view.

One side, just move a little bit to one side Duncan cursed inwardly and kept repeating the phrase.

Still unaware of the snooping ghost captain, Vanna suddenly felt a wisp of cold breeze blowing around her earlobe. Out of reflex, she subconsciously looked to the window where she had left a crack open for air. The ladys not afraid of course. The flames from the oil lamps will dispel any malicious shadows at night.

Go ahead and store it. The wording by the head bishops is very good. Its safe to begin distribution. She hands the document back to the cleric.

The regional bishop nodded, then stepped forward to take away the document. Turning on the electric lamp in the room to brighten the darkness, the cleric asks: Are you going to rush back to the central cathedral tonight?

Bishop Valentine is still waiting for me to discuss things, Vanna bowed her head slightly, The city is restless lately. We may need to conduct a large-scale prayer service to strengthen the protection around the state.

After saying that, she glanced up at the chandelier hanging from the roof where the light bulbs were shining. Sighing at the image: Aigh. if only electric lights have the same effect of dispelling evil spirits like a flame. Their range is so much farther

I know Milady, the regional bishop spread out his hands, its a pity that electricity is not sacred.

Vanna shook her head and said nothing to comment. It was time she left, which she did by bidding farewell to the cleric and striding out of the lounge.

After Vanna left and the cleric dispersed, only the burning oil lamp remained near the window, flickering and burning eerily with a green tint to the orange. Then it faded, returning to the common yellowish orange.

Duncan had retracted his connection away from the mirror and dispelled the layer of green film. Hes seen enough. In the last second when Vanna turned around, one line instantly caught his eye: Vision 005 the Vanished.

So the classification of the Vanished is indeed that of a vision, and the rank is so high too He returned to his desk and muttered thoughtfully until another question wandered up. But then again, why is the ships ranking so high?

According to Ninas textbook, the ranking of anomalies and visions are based upon the rules left behind by the Kingdom of Crete from ancient times. But what are the determining criteria? How do they interpret the threat? Does historical importance play a factor?

Initially, Duncan never thought about these issues, but now hes got a lot of questions that need answering.

This number Is it in the order of discovery?

If it is arranged in the order of discovery, then the Vanished shouldnt be this high. There are plenty of other things that came before the ship. In theory, 005 shouldve been occupied long ago.

But if the ranking isnt due to the time of discovery, then whats the key factor? The danger it poses? Wouldnt the ranking be in need of constant change then? Such a big constant task would be too constantly. That couldnt be it.

Although Duncan lacked credible knowledge, the textbooks mention that in most situations, most upper numbers are more dangerous and frightening than the lower ones.

Now this brings up a very interesting question worthy of note: if the existing list was a relatively stable and easily unchanged ranking board, then its arranger must be no different than a prophetic figure. The person must be able to predict the ranking of almost every anomaly and vision. Not only to accurately assign the position when discovered but also to leave empty spaces between each number on the table for future discoveries.

Duncan definitely had a lot of interest behind those making a list, but the curiosity soon died down for the time being. The reason being? He didnt expect Alices name to be so famous!

Im going out for a bit. Duncan casually said to the dove on the table and strode out of the captains bedroom.

The goat head in the charting room heard the noise and immediately turned his head with a creak. After seeing it was Duncan who came out, he routinely asked: Name

Duncan Abnomar. Stop asking me about that. Where is Alice?

Ah, captain The goat head wanted to habitually do his balabala again but was blocked with a snarl. Creaking his neck to answer, You looking for Miss Alice? She might be counting her hair in her room

Counting her hair? Duncan was stunned, What new problems have she added Forget it. Ill go check on her myself. You keep sailing the ship.

After saying this, he didnt wait for the other party to respond and turned for the ships deck, leaving behind the goat head, who appeared taken aback by the captains swift departure.

I havent even had time to say more After holding back for a long time, the goat head mutters depressingly, Did my ability to find a topic weaken?

As soon as his words came out, a crack swooned open from the captains bedroom, and out came Ai the dove. Shes swaggering around the mapping table like she owns it.

Five bucks for a talk? The bird tilts her head and blinks those red beady eyes.

Okay, okay, Ill take anyone who can chat with me! The goat head happily agrees. He hasnt had a decent conversation and was dying to talk. What do you want to chat about? Can you speak normally? I keep getting the feeling

Make some fries.

Huh? The goat head couldnt keep up, No, I mean, do you have self awareness

Make some fries.

If youre going to talk about cooking at sea

Make some fries.

Can you say anything else?

Make some fries.

Goat head:

Duncan did not pay attention to the silly noise behind in the room and promptly went down to the cabins below deck. Eventually, he found his way over to Alices room and knocked: Alice, its me.

A stammering voice soon came from the other side: Ple-Please Please come in

As soon as Duncan heard this, he subconsciously raised an eyebrow and pushed the door.

The doll in the gothic dress was sitting at the table next to the bed, her face directed at a mirror while being held up by her hands at the table. Cap-Captain goo-good evening

Duncan: Put your head back on first before talking.

Oh, okay.