The noise in my mind was high and low, as if a huge source of interference was approaching and moving away from my brain. The antique shop in my field of vision remained stable as a whole, but from time to time, dark things would flash between the shelves, as if to show the sinister truth from the subspace to the reckless visitors.
Morris sat cautiously in front of the counter, restraining his thoughts and emotions. In the brief period of rationality granted to him by the god of wisdom, Lachem, he thought about each problem in a limited and diligent manner.
The conversation is still going on, and until "Mr. Duncan" on the other side has his fun, I, as his "chatter partner", must continue to keep him company.
However, Duncan did not speak at this moment - he was also lost in thought, thinking about things related to the black sun and the history of pollution.
This dead silence, yet filled with sharp noises, lasted for an unknown amount of time before Morris suddenly heard a deep voice from the other side: "One last question. If there is something that is really polluting history, how do we solve this problem?"
"Is there really someone... who is tainting history?" Morris raised his head a little slowly and looked at Duncan in confusion. "Who are you talking about?"
"No matter who it is," Duncan said calmly, "it could be the Warp, it could be the Black Sun, it could be other heretical gods. Anyway, if something is trying to pollute history, how can it be solved? How do the Firebringers deal with this crisis?"
Morris was stunned for a moment, then shook his head hesitantly. "This... Sorry, I can't answer you. This is beyond my knowledge. Even among the Firebearers, I'm afraid only the most powerful saints or the Chosen Ones know the secrets of history. Most of the Firebearers are actually like the guardians of the Storm Church. They usually do routine work such as eradicating heresy and purifying pollution. After all, real historical pollution is almost impossible to happen..."
"… That's right, my questions are too profound. It's hard for me to ask you to answer them," Duncan sighed softly. He realized that his curiosity was too strong and he might have caused a lot of psychological pressure on the old man in front of him, so he simply ended the current topic, "Then let's stop here today."
An unprecedented feeling of relaxation suddenly came over him, and Morris breathed a sigh of relief.
His mind had been groggy since a while ago, and his thinking was intermittent. Many questions popped up in his mind, but he couldn't organize them. He really wanted Duncan to end the topic on his own initiative at this time.
Duncan raised his head and glanced at the sky outside through the glass window not far away.
In terms of time, it is still a while before sunset, but the gloomy sky has made it completely dark outside. The gas street lamps are lit up ahead of time, and the bright yellow light illuminates the streets outside. Against the background of gloomy dark clouds, the lower town of Plande seems to have been thrown into the night ahead of time.
"The weather is bad," Duncan looked away and looked at the old man opposite him, "Do you want to stay? Nina should have prepared the meal."
Morris' heart suddenly started beating fast, and he suddenly remembered a popular saying in the Academy of Truth, which was used to describe those students who pursued knowledge most crazily and most legendaryly -
I have swum in the subspace, boasted in front of the evil god, witnessed the battle of gods, and even cooked for a bowl of soup.
If this antique shop occupied by "Mr. Duncan" is regarded as the warp, if Mr. Duncan's status is equal to that of a god, and if there is really a struggle between this warp shadow and the god of wisdom, then he has actually achieved three of the four miracles now
If you go upstairs to have a bowl of soup at this time, you might really be promoted to a legend on the spot!
Morris was surprised that he still had the energy to think about these random things at this time, and he carefully organized his words: "Actually..."
"You actually want to leave, right?" Duncan nodded before the old man finished speaking. He was still somewhat self-aware at this time. "Although I want to say that the weather is bad now, and staying to drink a bowl of hot soup may be better for your health, but it seems that compared with the comfort brought by a bowl of hot soup, you are under more pressure sitting in front of me right now?"
Morris quickly stood up and nodded: "To be honest, every minute and every second is torture - of course, I don't mean to offend you, it's just..."
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"I understand," Duncan waved his hand, with a helpless look on his face. "If we could meet in a more relaxed way, I would still like to have a good chat with you about history and the gods. I am very interested in knowledge—not the kind of interest with bad intentions. But it seems that I can't do that this time."
Morris stood by the counter and fell silent after hearing what was said on the other side. After a long while, he met Duncan's gaze and said, "To be honest, I was distracted several times just now and almost forgot the 'truth' I saw. Your curiosity and friendliness are so real. You talked to me like a friend. This is the first time I have seen someone as friendly as you..."
The old man was a little stuck, as if he couldn't find a good word for a moment. Duncan laughed and said, "If you can't find a good word, don't look for it. Just don't find someone to report me after you leave."
"No, no, no! I would never do that!" Morris waved his hands as if he was afraid that Duncan would misunderstand something. "Anyway, you did save Heidi's life, and you have always been friendly. I have no reason to report it - not to mention..."
The old man hesitated for a moment, smiled bitterly and spread his hands: "Looking at your appearance, I guess you are not afraid of being reported at all, right..."
"It would bother me," Duncan said casually, "but it might not be a big bother."
Then he paused for a moment, looked up at the second floor, and then looked at Morris again: "If the weather gets better tomorrow, Nina will go to school as usual."
"Nina..." Morris blinked. He remembered the arc of flame he saw, and also remembered what he had just discussed with Duncan, especially the part about the black sun. Thinking about Duncan's attitude just now, he had a vague guess in his heart, "Is Nina... the same as those sun heretics who worship..."
He didn't ask any further because Duncan shook his head slightly.
"Nina is Nina. You don't have to be curious about the secrets behind her," Duncan said softly. "Just treat her as usual and nothing will happen."
"... I understand." Morris lowered his head slightly. For some reason, after hearing Duncan's words, he felt more relieved than before. He then took two steps back and said, "Then I should say goodbye. Please say goodbye to Nina for me. I am not in a good condition to see her anymore."
Duncan hummed, then walked out from behind the counter and escorted the old man to the door.
There were almost no pedestrians on the streets. Only the light of rows of street lamps illuminated the cloudy city. The cold wind swirled between the buildings, and the moisture in the air became thicker. Baidu search |7|4|Literature|Net|Read the latest chapter of Deep Sea Yujin. No error update @
Morris tightened his coat and pressed down his top hat, but before walking towards his car, he couldn't help but stop and look back at Duncan who was still standing at the door of the store.
What he saw was a middle-aged man with a peaceful smile. The street scene in the distance shook occasionally but was no longer as scary as it was at the beginning.
"Mr. Duncan," said Morris suddenly, "you actually like this place very much, don't you?"
"Yes, I quite like it here," Duncan smiled and waved to the old man, "So go home with peace of mind. Plande will be safe tomorrow - and every day thereafter."
Morris took off his hat, waved gently to Duncan, and turned to his car parked on the side of the road.
Duncan didn't look away until the car started up and disappeared at the end of the street.
But he did not go back into the house directly. Instead, he stood at the door and thought.
The first question he thought about was whether the old man would report him after he returned...
The conclusion is that the possibility is extremely small - if he is just an ordinary cultist, or even a slightly higher-level solar priest, then the probability of Morris, as a believer in the righteous god, reporting him would be 100%. But today, it seems that his image in the eyes of the other party is not that of an ancient god, and the old man's probability of reporting is almost zero.
The reason is simple - report a few cultists and two sheriffs will come to take them down at once, report a cult priest and several will come. (This chapter is not yet finished!)
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The guards can be chopped down on the spot, but what if the place is occupied by a warp god? To what level do you need to report this matter
Not to mention the community church, even if I report it to the bishop of the city-state, it will be useless...
It is more reliable to go back and talk to the god of wisdom you believe in than to report it to the church.
Even without considering these, if Morris really reported it to the church, Duncan actually didn't care much.
After all, even Vanna, the judge who is at the top of the Storm Church’s military power, is actually a bit of a noob in his eyes...
Compared with such minor issues, Duncan is more concerned about Nina's condition.
The arc-shaped flames that were gushing out and burning... This was the "truth" that Morris saw in Nina with the true eyes given to him by the God of Wisdom.
"Sun fragments?" Duncan looked up at the dark sky outside and muttered to himself, "What the hell is this sun in this world..."
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Chapter 182 A peaceful tomorrow will still come