Chapter 192: 'The Promised Ark”

Chapter 192 “The Promised Ark”

As always in the mapping room, sunlight from the Boundless Sea spills into the room through the portholes, reflecting the old objects that have experienced a century’s worth of time as they sit here. Mr. Goathead was no different, sitting in the corner of the table and driving the Vanished towards a projected route with Pland as its final destination.

The door swung open then and Duncan’s figure appeared at the doorway, causing the wooden sculpture to immediately creak its neck in that direction.

“Ah, it is Your Excellency, the Great Captain, who has come to his loyal first mate! Are you still doing well? You’ve been busy since yesterday. Are you in a good mood today? The weather...”

“Stop and stop. Similar greetings don’t have to be repeated several times a day.” Duncan raised his hand to interrupt before the other party could finish speaking. Then his gaze seemed to inadvertently linger on the face of Goathead for a moment.

The fella was, as always, expressionless, and the obsidian eyes were still strangely cold. However, they no longer gave the ghost captain the evil presence as it watched this side from the mapping table. In fact, the sculpture behaved well and gave him the impression of a hardworking sailor driving the ship.

“Your Excellency, Captain, you seem to be preoccupied?” The voice of Goathead sounded again with a familiar bootlicking enthusiasm, “You seem to have taken some captives and returned... But they don’t seem to be on the ship anymore?”

“They disappeared as soon as the sun rose,” Duncan said lightly as he plotted down behind the mapping table, “a few Enders.”

“Ah, the Ender Missionaries... Troublesome and dangerous fellows they are. Difficult to catch and always scurrying within the shadows.” Goathead immediately started rambling after the topic got opened. This wooden sculpture had never been one to stay quiet for long despite Duncan’s vexation. “But how did they provoke you? Those crazy Enders don’t usually show up in the open. At least compared to the Suntists and Annihilators, they are low-key and rare...”

“They attacked a human I was keeping tabs on and captured them to test Alice’s ability,” Duncan said casually as he observed Goathead’s reaction. “They also said a lot of things related to subspace... How much do you know about these cultists?”

“If you may permit me, Captain, but I advise against paying too much attention to their crazy ‘preaching’,” Mr. Goathead advises immediately. “Just frequently calling out the name of subspace may attract dangerous attention, let alone dealing with the kind of madman who worships subspace. Of course, such a great being as yourself may not be affected, but it is still not a good thing regardless...”

Then it paused and spoke more cautiously: “I can tell you this though, I don’t know much about those madmen, and not many people in this world know about them either. The Enders should be regarded as the most eccentric group among all cultists. They are good at being elusive, their thinking is fragmented, and they don’t have a large number of low-level rabbles like the Suntists – they are much fewer in numbers and no one can properly communicate with them...”

Mr. Goathead went on and on until the conversation started to get off-topic. Nevertheless, Duncan still got enough to pick up on the key details from the barrage.

“Except for subspace, which is a dangerous thing that is chaotic in its own time and space, what else can casually pollute the history of a city-state?” Goathead said casually, “There is nothing in the world that has such power... Oh wait, I can’t exactly say there’s nothing actually. If you consider the thing hanging in the sky, then that’s another...”

Duncan’s heart literally jolted at the new info.

The space-time continuum of subspace itself is chaotic?

That’s the first time I’ve heard of this! No book from Nina’s school ever mentioned such a fact!

Then a vivid picture once again popped up in his head, it’s the words the Frost Queen said to himself during that trip into the past – Please do not contaminate history.

He frowned and suppressed the complicated thoughts in his heart for the time being. Then returning his gaze to the wooden sculpture, who also noticed the captain’s gaze, stopped yapping and reacted: “Ah, no wonder you suddenly paid attention to those Enders... Could it be that they...”

“They’re probably doing a big job,” Duncan said darkly, “and it’s making me a little... annoyed.”

He looked quietly into the eyes of Goathead, and the wooden sculpture did the same with that obsidian bead eyes. However, no information was gained by either partner through this visual contact.

“The city-state has its own protectors, and the Flame Bearers are constantly watching the context of history,” Mr. Goathead began, “anyways, those Enders can’t threaten you no matter how much commotion they raise. Even if they pollute history, they can’t pollute the Vanished or you...”

Duncan raised his eyebrows: “Can’t pollute the Vanished and me?”

“...... We returned from subspace, Captain,” said Goathead slowly, “everything in the world can be polluted except for subspace. We’ve.... been in subspace long enough.”

Duncan frowned harder, and for some reason, some crazy words that the Enders had said suddenly appeared in his mind.

After a moment of silence, he couldn’t help but mumble softly: “The promised ark...”