Chapter 97

Chapter 97 “Who is making the list?”

After a little recollection, Duncan finally remembered where he had seen this face—this 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 didn’t notice it before?

Countless thoughts popped up in Duncan’s 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....

Duncan’s eyes slowly widened as he gazed over Vanna’s 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 Vanna’s 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 lady’s 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. It’s 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, “it’s 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.

As soon as his words came out, a crack swooned open from the captain’s bedroom, and out came Ai the dove. She’s 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, I’ll take anyone who can chat with me!” The goat head happily agrees. He hasn’t 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 couldn’t keep up, “No, I mean, do you have self awareness...”

“Make some fries.”

“...... If you’re 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 Alice’s room and knocked: “Alice, it’s 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.”