Amidst the grey mist, another small boat approached Ronald slowly on the waves.
As they drew nearer, Ronald could see the ’passenger’ on the opposite side.
It was a person dressed in a tattered black coarse robe, their figure and appearance entirely hidden beneath bandages. What caught Ronald’s attention was that the figure also had a pair of grey eyes.
Before and after the crossing, this was a relatively rare eye color.
Ronald stared at the figure, while the person on the boat spoke directly.
"Foreigner, you should not have entered this place..."
The person’s voice was hoarse like a worn windmill, exuding a mysterious aura, making it impossible to determine their age or gender.
However, Ronald did not want to chatter with the figure:
"Speak plainly, if you hold hostility towards me, then let’s settle it with a fight; but if you have a purpose for coming here, then explain the situation here properly."
"I am pressed for time."
The figure in the black robe was dumbfounded by Ronald’s straightforward dialogue.
He hesitated for a few seconds before attempting to speak again:
"Foreigner, you should not have set foot..."
"Wait, you’re not human, are you?" Suddenly, Ronald interrupted the other party. At that moment, he unleashed the ’Fury’ to observe the figure, only then realizing that this person in the black robe did not have human reactions.
Well, that was unfortunate...
Learning from the recent attack, Ronald effortlessly used a spell with one hand gesture and pulled the boat underneath the figure toward him.
The figure in the black robe could not have anticipated Ronald’s actions.
Unable to react in time, he was forcefully pinned down on the deck, even struggling to make slight movements like turning his head.
"Volume eleven, page two hundred sixty, item six."
A voice activating the lie detector rang out above, followed by Ronald’s indifferent voice:
"Talk, why does the ’Mirror of Dreams’ lead here, and how can I return?" Tʜe sourcᴇ of thɪs content ɪs 𝙣𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙡⚫𝔣𝔦𝔯𝔢⚫𝘯𝘦𝘵
"Foreigner, the Nameless Sea offers no return, you cannot escape from here."
The black-robed figure, completely subdued by Ronald, tried to struggle briefly, but facing an insurmountable gap in strength, he could only obediently answer:
"For seven hundred years, since this place first connected with that world, countless humans who have entered the Nameless Sea have been unable to return."
Ronald had a different opinion about this response:
"I know there are people who use it as a storage, no one in the world would put their property in a place they can’t retrieve it from, right?"
While counter-questioning the figure in the black robe, Ronald also became intrigued by this Nameless Sea mentioned. The effect of Bradshaw’s Railway Guide quickly emerged in his mind.
Ronald was immediately alarmed by this result.
The vacuum here definitely wasn’t referring to airtight food packaging.
And the other concept... Ronald’s understanding of physics wasn’t great in university, and his notion of vacuum was more derived from games and movies. Was he now in such a high-level domain?
Astonished at this realization, the reaction from the black-robed figure beneath Ronald’s feet occurred.
This person struggled to turn his body to face Ronald and then explained in a calm tone:
"There indeed are people who can travel between the two realms, but such ability originates from the noble lineage bestowed by ancient deities, you, an ordinary foreigner, could not possess such power."
Ronald raised an eyebrow.
The noble bloodline mentioned by the man in black robes should be the former royal family of Entrode, as they were the original holders of the Dreaming Mirror.
But speaking of bloodlines...
Ronald had some understanding in this area.
When he had met Vilarnika in Kurpis, Ronald had used the power of "Fury" to identify her identity. The identity of this former princess of the Entrode royal family was undoubtedly that of a pure-blooded human!
If there had been any admixture, it should have been like Ina in the ruins of Banica. She should have been a hybrid whom he could not discern with the power of "Fury."
Either the Entrode royal family had to undergo some ritual to obtain such qualifications,
or this type of bloodline’s conferment was just an expression, and its core essence belonged to a concept beyond the biological foundation.
"Biological... lineage..."
Thinking of this, Ronald’s mind became active.
He brushed his hand over his body, and enemy blood from the recent fight stained his fingertips.
Then came the genetic analysis from "Origin of Species."
Ronald had just started the spell a second earlier.
However, in that instant, the blood on his hand reacted violently as it was being analyzed, even exploding on his shoulder. If it hadn’t been for the "Angel" passive activation, Ronald would certainly have been staggered by the blast.
Nevertheless, this attempt wasn’t entirely without gain.
"Origin of Species" was an ancient text completely mastered by Ronald. Though it was only a moment, its power decoded a short segment of bizarre, even ungene-like information.
This information emerged in Ronald’s consciousness, and then a complex, difficult whisper resounded by his ear. The voice was hoarse and mocking, its content chaotic and hard to comprehend.
In reality, it was already rather astounding that Ronald could achieve this step.
Such a terrifying efficiency in information gathering was entirely built on the cooperation of his multiple abilities. Ordinary people wouldn’t even have the chance to understand it.
But Ronald’s abilities didn’t stop there.
What were originally incomprehensible words, the next moment, were perfectly processed by a universal language ability, and Ronald understood their meaning.
It was an incomplete prayer or perhaps a cry—
"Unnamed Mist, Unnamed Mist, offspring of the Unnamed Mist!"
Well, isn’t that just typical of the series of events triggered by the "Silver Key"?
Ronald immediately felt his head swell a bit, and he patted his forehead with one hand as he also sorted out the information about the Unnamed Mist.
Regarding things related to the ancient texts, there’s probably no making anything new again.
The original setting suggested that the Unnamed Mist should be a high-ranking entity, but not one that had shown any threat.
Ronald looked around, guessing about the mist spreading over the sea.
It seemed like good news.
At least the mist itself was likely not a threat.
"Stranger, what did you just do?"
At this moment, the man in black robes beneath Ronald finally showed some movement, his tone also fluctuating very clearly.
"My sea lantern is actually flickering? Incredible!"
Ronald followed the man’s gaze.
On the small boat where the man in black robes was.
A lantern was quietly placed on the crossbeam at the bow of the boat.
And that was exactly the source of light Ronald had just seen in the mist.