Heidi wisely did not ask any further questions.
She knew that she was different from Vanna. Although she was nominally a "clergyman" and even had a registered certification from the Academy of Truth, she was better at pure research and thinking than confronting those dangerous hidden forces head-on. She could indeed pry secrets from the minds of cultists and pull out the shadows left by heresy from the whispers of group hallucinations, but this was completely different from the work of an Inquisitor.
She herself lacks sensitivity to certain threats.
Kefanna is someone who has been confronting heresy and secret forces for many years. She may have been keenly aware of the existence of some kind of shadow - today's trip to the downtown area may have accidentally touched something.
As they were almost home, Heidi asked a question: "…is there something wrong with that antique store?"
... Everything is normal in the antique shop," Vanna controlled the car to slow down slowly, with a thoughtful look on her face, "but there may be something abnormal in our city-state."
It was completely dark. The bells that marked the alternation between day and night and the whistles from the central steam core rang simultaneously, penetrating the clouds above the city-state in the sunset. In the upper city, the gas lamps on both sides of the street had been lit half an hour in advance. Heidi arrived at the door of her house and heard the sound of a car behind her gradually fading away.
There will be a curfew in the city at night, but this ban only applies to ordinary people who lack the ability to protect themselves. The inquisitors of the church are obviously not affected. Before returning to the cathedral, Vanna will go to the museum to check and meet with the guards responsible for the on-site blockade. Her days off are often like this, and she has never really rested.
Heidi accidentally recalled her ruined day off, and couldn't help but sigh, then opened the door and went home.
The lights were on in the spacious living room, but no one was to be seen. Everywhere in the house was very quiet. The daytime maid who was hired to do the cleaning and washing had gone home before the sun went down. The huge house seemed a little deserted.
But Heidi had long been accustomed to the fact that her father was a man who could not be easily called out once he entered the room. Her mother was in poor health and often rested in the bedroom. This house, which was a little too spacious for a family of three, was so quiet most of the time every day.
But that doesn't mean there's less human touch in the big house - Heidi has a good relationship with her parents and always has.
She changed her coat with ease, put away her hat and portable medicine box, glanced at the lighted room, and did not disturb her father who was probably absorbed in reading a document. Instead, she went to her parents' bedroom as usual and knocked on the door: "I'm back - are you in?"
My mother's voice came from the door, with helplessness and a little bit of pretended annoyance: "It's so late for you to come back!"
Heidi stuck out her tongue at the door, quickly adjusted her expression, and then pushed the door open with a smile, muttering: "I went out with Vanna, do you still need to worry? She can beat the whole city with one hand..."
The lighting in the room is dim because too much light would irritate my mother's eyes - she was injured by chemical fumes in a factory leak eleven years ago, and her eyes have been in poor condition ever since.
Heidi adjusted to the dim light in the room, and then she saw her mother sitting on the bedside. She was a kind old lady wearing soft pajamas, weaving a kind of knot craft unique to the city-state of Plande. She looked up at Heidi in the shadow of the dim light, and said helplessly: "You just hang out with Vanna all day long. Sooner or later, you will be unmarried like her. I know that she actually goes to the marriage help center secretly every weekend, and then picks someone to beat up. The church receives complaints every day..."
Heidi's expression suddenly became a little subtle: "This... Don't say that... Vanna is now a judge..."
"What about the Inquisitor? She's also had lunch at our house for several years. After her uncle became the Archon, all he could think about was the city-state," the old lady muttered, her hands still moving quickly. "In my opinion, that child has a problem with her uncle's education. She is particularly stubborn. She insisted on taking a vow at baptism. Why not take the three vows at the same time? Normal nuns only need to choose one, but she insisted on taking all three to prove her piety. As a result, she has been stuck and can't get married until now..."
Heidi could only smile awkwardly as her mother kept talking. She finally waited for the old lady to take a breath, and then she looked at the handicraft in her mother's hand and changed the subject: "Are you almost done?"
"I have woven and unwoven it, and now I am finally somewhat satisfied with it," the mother laughed, and in the dim light showed Heidi the silk ribbon that looked like a gorgeous ribbon - the thin silk rope was woven with a special technique, with a complex structure and decorated with beautiful stones and colored beads. This is a kind of handicraft unique to the city-state of Plande. The technique is complicated and time-consuming, and it is believed to have the effect of blessing and exorcising evil. "I don't know if you can find a good boy when you are done..."
Heidi took a look at the almost finished knotted ribbon and cautiously suggested: "How about... you take it off again, maybe you will have time..."
"Just make me angry!"
Heidi quickly smiled and turned and left the room.
Heidi heard her mother's mumbling voice from behind. She closed the door and tiptoed to the kitchen, but just as she was about to leave, she saw her father standing in the corridor.
Morris, who has a refined temperament and sparse gray hair, looked at his sneaky daughter helplessly: "I heard you coming home a long time ago... Did you make your mother angry again?"
Heidi quickly waved her hand: "No, no, we are just chatting."
"Has the gift been delivered to Mr. Duncan?" Morris asked again.
"It has been delivered - Mr. Duncan is very happy," Heidi nodded, and then couldn't help looking at her father twice more, "But I really didn't expect that you would be willing to give away your beloved collection..."
"It was just a collection - he saved your life," Morris said calmly. "In fact, I don't even think it's enough. I'll have to come back in a couple of days to thank him."
Heidi suddenly remembered the "little mistake" she made when she was hypnotizing Nina today, and her expression suddenly became a little embarrassed: "There's no need to be so serious, right?"
"It's not a question of being serious or not. Mr. Duncan saved your life, and I'm not only your father, but also Nina's teacher. On the other hand, Mr. Duncan is also an antique dealer with a strong thirst for knowledge and a keen interest in learning. From a social perspective, this relationship is worth cultivating," Morris explained casually. "I like a word that Mr. Duncan often says, which is a kind of 'fate, ..."
"Okay, okay, your idea makes sense, it makes sense." Heidi felt a headache when she heard that her father, who himself was not very good at socializing, was going to teach her social etiquette. "Then next time you go, just visit and don't buy random things, okay..."
"That depends on whether there are any collections that can attract me," Morris said casually. Then he thought about it and asked casually, "Are you going with Vanna today?"
"Oh yes, she happened to be off today so I took her car."
Morris thought about it again, his expression a little hesitant: "It feels like... you are very close to Vanna."
"I have been very close to her all these years?" Heidi felt a little puzzled, "We have known each other since childhood..."
"No, I just think..." The old man suddenly hesitated. He didn't know why, but he suddenly remembered what Mr. Duncan said to him when he visited the antique shop before:
"Girls' school, that's OK..."
"Father?" Heidi couldn't help but speak out as she looked at her father who was behaving abnormally.
"Ah, it's okay." Morris suddenly woke up and felt that his previous thoughts seemed a bit too outrageous. He quickly retracted his thoughts and tried to change the subject to prevent his daughter from noticing anything. In the blink of an eye, his eyes suddenly fell on Heidi's wrist.
There was a missing red agate on the bracelet that represented the protection of Lahm, the god of wisdom.
The old man's expression suddenly changed, but he immediately noticed that Heidi's expression was completely normal, so he quickly forced himself to control his emotions, trying to calm down while casually asking: "Did a bead fall off your bracelet? Did you accidentally knock it off?"
"Bracelet?" Heidi was startled. She raised her wrist and took a look. She saw the missing knot, but her expression was quite matter-of-fact. "Isn't there one missing here?"
One less
Morris slowly controlled his breathing and heartbeat, as well as his emotions and thoughts, as if he was afraid that his overly intense "thoughts" would attract some dangerous attention. At the same time, he began to recall what the bracelet on his daughter's hand looked like the last time he saw it.
After two seconds, he finished controlling and protecting his thoughts, then he calmed down and asked casually in the same tone as usual: "By the way, you only went to that antique shop today, right
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