"What's the situation over at Prand now?"
After a long silence, Sherry finally couldn't help herself, looked up at the old scholar in front of her, then glanced towards Miss Alice, who seemed to be well-acquainted with Mr. Duncan, and hesitated to ask.
"I don't know, but I think Mr. Duncan might have already handled the problem—although I can't figure out how," Morris rubbed his forehead, pondering as he spoke, "But I'm more concerned about this place right now..."
He lifted his head and looked around, his eyes finally resting on the Spiritual Body sails fluttering above, his expression turning peculiar.
"This ship, it reminds me irresistibly of that legend, the legend about Homeloss..."
"Yes," Morris had barely finished speaking when Alice's voice came from beside him, her face wearing a proud smile, "This is Homeloss—welcome aboard."