Order in Breeze Harbor is rapidly being restored - although the impact of the Nameless One's Dream this time is far greater than the two previous crises of Pland and Frost, it is precisely because of the special nature of the Nameless One's Dream that after the "dream" fades, its impact on the real world is actually minimal.
The city that had been swallowed up returned to the real world, and the blocks that had been covered and replaced by nightmares were restored to their original state. The stream of fire that filled the sky in the ancient god's nightmare did not burn anyone's head - when a new day came, this border city had returned to its former appearance.
Of course, it cannot be said that this incident has no impact on Light Breeze Harbor.
People still remember the scene when the nightmare struck. A large number of citizens needed to be comforted, and the whole incident also needed a proper ending and interpretation. A large number of people developed short-term memory disorders and hallucinations and auditory hallucinations after "waking up". Although they did not reach the level that would cause extraordinary pollution, psychiatrists must intervene. More ordinary people were affected by fatigue, drowsiness and inexplicable palpitations. This was the sequelae of the spirit being extracted and consumed by the nightmare of the ancient god. It is still unknown how long it will take to recover.
At 99 Crown Street, Breeze Harbor, in the witch's mansion, Duncan was sitting by the large French window in the lobby on the first floor, looking through the window at the street across the street.
The college's steam walkers are patrolling the streets, uniformed knowledge guards and sheriffs are checking whether there are any missed "dream remnants" in the city, and staff sent by the Government Affairs Office are knocking on doors from house to house to confirm the condition of the residents, registering "mentally impaired people" who need help, or taking those in serious conditions to the nearby psychological support room for treatment.
"… I just went to see Sarah Meier. The situation in the city is better than expected. There should be nothing to worry about. My brother will definitely envy the situation of Breeze Harbor after the incident. Frost made him very anxious at that time."
Lucrecia stood beside Duncan and talked about the situation she had just confirmed outside.
"I also met Master Taran El and the Keeper of Truth who had returned to the real world. The former was in good condition, though a little listless and neurasthenic. But that was his normal condition anyway. As long as his vital signs remained stable, it was considered a success...
"The latter was sent to the hospital. It was nothing serious. He just had gastrointestinal discomfort. The burden on his digestive system caused by drinking a large bottle of Blood Crow Mixture far outweighed the mental damage..."
Duncan listened to Lucy's report in a disjointed manner and said casually, "If you have time, you can go see the 'Truth Keeper'. He knows about the activities of the Lost Homeland at the border a hundred years ago. I want to talk to him about this."
Lucrecia nodded, and at this moment, there was a knock on the door from the entrance, interrupting Duncan's communication with her.
Morris, who was reading a book near the door, got up to open it. He chatted with the visitor at the door for a few words, and then the sound of the door closing was heard.
"They are staff sent by the Government Affairs Office," Morris came over and said to Duncan and Lucrecia, "They are taking stock of the mental health of each household and asking if anyone in this house needs psychological assistance."
Duncan looked up at Lucrecia with a strange expression, and the latter spread her hands and said, "Not everyone knows about the situation of the 'Witch House', especially those grassroots civil servants who were urgently transferred from other districts during special periods. Their daily work has already made them exhausted. How can they have time to learn about a house full of strange stories?"
Duncan shrugged and turned to look at Morris: "What's your answer?"
"I told him that the people in this house are in good mental condition, especially me," Morris said casually, "but the Lahem emblem in his hand, which is used to detect mental pollution, suddenly burned up. I think no one will come to disturb this house from now on."
"A new strange story has been added." Duncan turned around and said to Lucrecia.
"I've avoided some unnecessary socializing," Lucrecia seemed to be in a good mood. "That's a good thing."
Duncan smiled and looked out the window again. After quietly appreciating the street scene that was gradually returning to its normal state and vitality, he finally broke his silence thoughtfully: "The incident in Breeze Harbor is over... It's time to deal with some 'remaining issues'."
Lucrecia blinked: "You mean..."
"Is the Rabbi still on that ship?"
"... I understand. I will go check the situation of that 'nest' first."
…
Richard felt a little cold.
Ever since he had last escaped from the "Dream of the Nameless Man", he had always felt a little cold from time to time, as if the blood in his veins was decreasing and stopping, as if his body could no longer generate enough heat - even wearing an extra layer of clothes or even wrapping himself in a quilt in the room was of no use.
He didn't understand what was going on. He already had a lot of warm cotton, but he couldn't stop the heat from leaking out of his body - this "abnormality" made him a little irritated.
He asked the rabbi, but the rabbi didn't give him an answer and just told him to wait patiently.
Fortunately, there is still a lot to do here, so Richard can focus his attention elsewhere for the time being.
The ship is sailing towards the vast ocean, sailing on a "secret route" far away from all major shipping routes. Under the orders of the saints, they are now far away from the so-called "civilized world" and will arrive at a supply port near the border within a few days.
During this time, the believers on the ship rushed to clean up the various "arrangements" left over from previous operations, including resetting the runes in the assembly hall, re-sealing the "Skull of Dreams", and readjusting the ship's stealth state to further conceal its "breath".
Richard, along with several of his compatriots, examined the runes and "holy objects" below the deck.
"The Saints say these symbols can block the Sun Followers' perception of this ship," Dumont muttered beside him, "... I hope these things really work."
"After all, we withdrew from the operation at a critical moment - this should be considered a betrayal to those 'allies'," Richard said casually, and then he became a little confused, "But then again... what happened that made the Saints decide to terminate the operation so hastily? Are the words of those end-of-the-world preachers so effective?"
"I don't know," Dumont shook his head, "but the Saint must have his own considerations. He can see the shadows in fate and must have realized the great danger in the dream of the nameless man..."
At this point, Dumont suddenly stopped, then quickly looked around, then lowered his voice and leaned close to Richard's ear: "Actually, I suddenly feel that... this matter may have been a trap from the beginning. The so-called 'Dream of the Nameless' hides unimaginable dangers. We were right to withdraw in time. The Sun Followers may be in a bad situation now."
Noticing Dumont's seriousness, Richard also subconsciously looked around and muttered quietly: "Why do you say that?"
"We've 'evacuated' some time ago," Dumont looked up at the runes between the roof and the wall that were glowing ominously in the darkness. "That 'son of the sun' hasn't caught up with us yet to call us to task. Frankly speaking, I don't think these runes used to block ordinary supernatural beings can stop a derivative of an ancient god."
Richard was stunned for a moment, and finally reacted.
He shouldn't have reacted so slowly. Most of the time, he was sharper than Dumont - but since when, his thinking and reactions became much slower than before.
It was as if it was not until now that he realized, with Dumont's reminder, that something big might have happened to the "Son of the Sun".
"... You mean, the Son of the Sun is dead? Killed by the Nameless One's dream?" Richard asked nervously, "There shouldn't be any power in the world that can kill a 'son'. Could it be that the dream..."
"It could have been done by one of his followers, or even by him himself," Dumont muttered. "You know who it is."
Richard immediately shut his mouth and did not continue on this topic.
We must not continue to talk about this matter, otherwise the ghost captain will cast his eyes here in his reckless words, and the shadow of the Lost Homeland will rise to the surface of the sea from the night, taking everyone away with it in the thick fog.
Everyone who sails on the vast ocean grows up listening to stories like this.
But Richard was curious.
He knew the power of the descendants of the sun. Even among all types of "descendants", they were the most powerful. They were born directly from the sea of fire of the black sun and were derived from the essence of the ancient gods. If the real dimension was not blocked and protected by the four gods, the descendants of the sun could only appear in the real world in the form of projections at most. The complete power of their bodies would be enough to destroy a city-state in a short period of time - that kind of power, even powerful saints would find it difficult to contend with.
Is that “Ghost Captain” really that powerful
The coldness rose from the bottom of his heart again. Richard shuddered and quickly controlled his wild thoughts to prevent his "thinking" from attracting some dangerous gaze coming from the darkness.
At the same time, he heard Dumont's voice again.
"Anyway, we left this vortex. Although many people were confused, we are safe."
Richard was silent for a few seconds.
A cold chill spread through his heart, and the blood in his veins seemed to have completely stopped flowing. He felt very cold, and getting colder and colder.
He felt like his body was producing almost no heat anymore.
But he nodded slowly.
"Yeah, anyway, we're safe now."
(End of this chapter)