Deep Sea Embers

Chapter 180 You Should Treat Yourself Some AC Number

Duncan recalled what he saw in the book.

Rahmu, the God of Wisdom, is one of the four gods who protected the world in the Deep Sea Age. Just like the Storm Goddess and the Lord of Death, this god also holds two contradictory powers at the same time——He is the giver of wisdom, and at the same time The holy name of "God of Stupidity" or "Gospel of Stupidity".

There are not many believers who follow this deity, and they often need very strict assessments to qualify for conversion, but once they successfully convert to this deity, believers will receive two kinds of protection at the same time.

One is wisdom, which can enable mortals to gain insight into the truth, master knowledge, understand the operation of all things more easily, and perceive the truth that may interfere with their own destiny.

The second is stupidity, which can hold up a barrier called "ignorance", keeping people away from the truths that are too early, and away from the pollution and temptation of the subspace-in this world surrounded by dangers, stupid people are the most blessed Fortunately.

It is obvious that in this age of the deep sea, which is full of anomalies and visions, where there is madness under the deep sea, and clouds above the sea, what is the significance of these two blessings given by Lahm——The believer of the God of Wisdom Perhaps very few, but definitely all of them are elites of civilization.

Nina was busy in the kitchen upstairs, and the sound of cars and horses on the street outside the door gradually became less and less, and the first floor of the antique shop seemed particularly comfortable and quiet amidst these everyday sounds.

Duncan sat behind the counter, crossed his fingers on the counter, and looked thoughtfully at old Mr. Morris.

The protection of the God of Wisdom is a very good thing, but obviously, due to their occupational habits and instinct to pursue knowledge, His believers face even more dangers on a daily basis.

God can't stop the output of the group destroying engine - if this old man who studies history is placed in other scripts, the tentacles growing on his body may be a foot long at this time.

Duncan had already understood what had happened at this time. He was a little bit sure about his own uniqueness, but at the moment he was more curious: "Can all believers of the God of Wisdom see through my situation like you?"

"I'm afraid only those who are the most outstanding and most favored by the God of Wisdom can..." Morris rubbed his head, Duncan's voice was still mixed with some sharp noises in his ears, but at least most of them were already understandable by humans The voice stopped, "You may think this is a bit ironic...but most of Laheem's believers are actually not qualified to have their minds taken away by you..."

"Oh, so you are especially blessed," Duncan muttered with a weird expression, especially when he said the word "blessing", he felt awkward no matter how he thought about it, "the 'blessing' in your place is really terrible ...Wait, then why were you all right when you came last time?"

Morris was a little surprised. He didn't know whether Duncan really didn't know or he was playing an ignorant mortal in a wicked way, but under the current situation, he didn't dare to diverge his thoughts at will, so he could only answer while trying to restrain his thoughts: "Even if The blessed followers of Raheem don't always open the 'Eye of Reality', I didn't use any god-given power when I came last time, but this time..."

The old man smiled wryly, and pointed to his eyeballs—the monocle that was used to enhance the effect of the ceremony had been removed, but one of his eyeballs was still glowing with a faint white light, and there was still a gap between the white of the eye and the pupil. A floating halo can be seen, and it is easy to distinguish after getting close.

Duncan was curious: "...so you can't stop this effect now?"

"...I tried it, but it didn't work," Morris shook his head. "And even if it ends successfully, it doesn't make much sense. I've already seen... what you look like."

"...I'm sorry, but I actually don't want to," Duncan felt quite sorry in his heart, "Can you recover after you go back? Or do you need some special treatment?"

"I..." Morris opened his mouth, feeling very strange in his heart. In his early years, he also imagined whether his study of history all day long would lead to establishing contact with some weird and dangerous existences, and imagined that one day he would be in contact with someone What a terrible situation it would be to face the beings from the deep sea or subspace, but I never thought that the situation would look like this——

He really saw a crazy subspace shadow, this "shadow" was very polite, even asking for his health, caring about a human being who was frightened by "him".

But the existence from the subspace...is his "concern" really the kind of "concern" that human beings can understand?

"I'm fine," the old man finally shook his head. "I'm much better now. After you restrain your...breath, I think I should be fine."

"That's good. It seems that I have to be more careful when I move around in the city-state in the future - there are still individuals with good eyes like you in the human race, which is very troublesome," Duncan nodded, and then asked curiously , "That being said, you shouldn't just drop by today to 'take a look'—why open your 'eye of truth' outside the antique shop, what are you looking for?"

Morris's heart skipped a beat.

He met Duncan's gaze, and all he saw was an ordinary face of a middle-aged man with a little curiosity and concern, but around this face, among the shelves behind him, there were one after another trembling and distorted things. Bit by bit emerged.

It wasn't until the other party's voice suddenly sounded again that the distortion in Morris' vision returned to its original state again.

"You are hesitating, you have concerns, and you don't want to answer this question," Duncan read the other person's emotions from the old man's eyes, and at the same time, the answer vaguely appeared in his heart, "Is it related to Miss Heidi? "

"How do you know..."

"Miss Heidi is a psychiatrist, and she seems to be a follower of Lahelm—although she doesn't seem to be as 'senior' as you," Duncan replied lightly, "Now think about it, the last time she met Miss Vanna It seemed a little weird when you left...and considering your reaction to my question just now, it's not hard to think about it."

"...It is indeed as you said," Morris sighed, knowing that he could no longer hide it, "After Heidi went back, I found that the spiritual protection on her body had been penetrated, but at that time I only thought There is something dangerous in this antique shop, I didn't expect..."

He sighed again, and looked across to Duncan.

Duncan frowned.

Heidi... That young psychiatrist just gave Nina hypnotherapy in an antique shop, and the spiritual protection was broken down?
He didn't know about it at all-Heidi didn't seem to find out at the time herself!
Morris looked at the middle-aged man across the counter with some anxiety. He saw that the other party seemed to be lost in thought, but he didn't dare to ask questions casually. He took advantage of the short silence to try to control his thoughts and repair his damaged mind. Taking the opportunity to peek at the stone bracelet on his wrist again.

There are four colored stones.

Raheem's protection was very calm.

He finally breathed a sigh of relief, and at this moment, Duncan finally raised his head from his contemplation.

"She doesn't know anything, does she?"

"Yes, Heidi doesn't know anything," Morris said immediately, only in matters related to his daughter, his mind was as clear as ever, "she didn't even realize that her protection was damaged, let alone I know I'm here today..."

"Then I won't bother her, I just want to apologize to you," Duncan said politely, "Let's just cancel out the help I made in the museum."

Speaking of this, he paused for a moment, and then thought of a question that made him very curious: "Then can you describe it to me in detail? Describe what you saw just now—if it's not troublesome."

Morris didn't react for a while, and Duncan explained: "I'm curious, how I look in the eyes of different 'observers'-looking in the mirror can't solve this problem."

Duncan is really curious about this matter, and understanding his "true form" in the eyes of different people may also help him master his special power and reveal the secret of this body as soon as possible.

Morris hesitated for a moment. The inhuman horror scene he saw at the door of the antique shop resurfaced in his mind again, and he even felt that his rationality, which had finally calmed down, was showing signs of loosening. He finally swallowed under his gaze, and said slowly in a low voice:
"I... saw you as a giant filled with chaotic streams of light and covered with starlight, standing on a twisted and grotesque street, and you were supporting Nina—she was a violently erupting arc-shaped stream of flames... "

When Duncan listened to the first half of the sentence, he just nodded slowly, thinking that his image was indeed worthy of his reputation in the boundless sea, but when he heard the second half of the sentence, his eyes widened and he almost choked out: " Cough...cough cough...what are you talking about? What is Nina in your eyes?!"

Morris was taken aback, but he didn't bother to think about it: "A...a arc-shaped stream of flames that is erupting violently...is there any problem with this?"

Duncan: "..."

(End of this chapter)