Deep Sea Embers

Chapter 183 A Peaceful Tomorrow Will Still Come

The noise in my mind fluctuates up and down, as if a huge source of interference is approaching and moving away from my brain. The antique shop in my vision remains stable as a whole, but from time to time, there will be dark spaces between the shelves. Something flickered by, as if to reveal sinister truths from the Warp to an unwary visitor.

Morris sat cautiously in front of the counter, concentrating on his thoughts and emotions, and in the short-lived rationality bestowed upon him by the God of Wisdom Rahmu, he thought about each problem with limited effort.

This conversation is still going on, and before the opposite "Mr. Duncan" can enjoy himself, his "talking partner" must continue to accompany him.

However, Duncan didn't speak at the moment—he was also lost in thought, thinking about things related to the black sun and the history of pollution.

This dead silence but filled with high-pitched noise lasted for an unknown amount of time before Morris suddenly heard a deep voice from the opposite side: "The last question, if something is really polluting history, how to solve this problem?"

"Is there really someone... contaminating history?" Morris raised his head dully, looking at Duncan in confusion, "Who are you talking about?"

"No matter who it is," Duncan said lightly, "it may be the subspace, it may be the black sun, it may be other heretical gods, in short, if something is trying to pollute history, how will it be resolved? How do the flame spreaders deal with it? This kind of crisis?"

Morris froze for a moment, then shook his head hesitantly: "This... sorry, I can't answer you, this is beyond my knowledge, and even the fire passers, I am afraid that only the most powerful saints It is only the disciples or chosen ones who know the secrets in the running of history—most of the fire spreaders are actually the same as the guardians of the Church of Storms, and what they usually do is to eradicate heresy and purify pollution. After all, the real history Contamination is almost impossible..."

"...That's right, my question is too in-depth, and it is difficult for you to answer these questions," Duncan sighed softly. He realized that his curiosity was too strong, and he might have caused a lot of trouble to the old man in front of him. Psychological pressure, so he simply ended the current topic, "Then let's talk here today."

An unprecedented sense of relaxation suddenly came to mind, and Morris immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

His mind has been groggy since just now, his thinking is intermittent, and many questions appear in his mind, but he can't organize them. At this time, Duncan is willing to take the initiative to end the topic, which is what he really wished for.

But 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 completely darkened the outside, the gas street lamps are turned on ahead of time, and the bright yellow light illuminates the street outside. Rand's lower city seemed to be thrown into the night in advance.

"The weather is very bad," Duncan looked away, and looked at the old man opposite, "Do you want to stay? Nina should have already cooked the meal."

Morris's heart was pounding suddenly, and suddenly he remembered a popular sentence in the Academy of Truth, which was used to describe the craziest and most legendary seekers who pursue knowledge——

Swimming in the subspace, bragging in front of the evil gods, the battle of the gods is on the scene, and the family members are cooking and drinking bowls of soup.

If this antique shop already occupied by "Mr. Duncan" is regarded as a subspace, if Mr. Duncan's personality is equal to that of a god, if there is really a struggle between the shadow of the subspace and the God of Wisdom, then he is now dead. Achieved three of the four miracles...

At this time, going upstairs to drink a bowl of soup might not really mean being promoted to a legend on the spot!

Morris was surprised that he still had the energy to think about these messy things at this time, and at the same time carefully organized his words: "Actually..."

"Actually, you want to leave, right?" Duncan nodded before the old man finished speaking. He was still a little self-aware at this time, "Although I want to say that the weather is not good, staying here to drink a bowl of hot soup may be harmful to your health." It's more beneficial, but it seems that compared to the comfort brought by a bowl of hot soup, the pressure you are sitting in front of me at the moment is more stressful?"

Morris quickly stood up and nodded: "Frankly speaking, every second is suffering—of course, I don't mean to offend, it's just..."

"Needless to say, I understand." Duncan waved his hand, with a helpless expression on his face, "If we change to a more relaxed way of meeting, in fact, I still really want to have a good chat with you about history and the gods. , I'm interested in knowledge—the 'interest' in the non-malicious kind, but this time it doesn't look like it's going to work."

Morris stood by the counter and fell silent after hearing the words from the opposite side. After a while, he met Duncan's gaze: "To be honest, I was in a trance several times just now, and I almost forgot what I saw. Those 'truths', your...curiosity and friendliness are so real, you talk to me like a friend, it's the first time I've met someone as friendly as you..."

The old man was a little stuck, and it seemed that he couldn't find a good word for a while. Duncan laughed when he saw this: "If you can't find a good word, don't look for it. Just don't ask someone to report me after you leave later."

"No, no, no! I will never do that!" Morris waved his hands again and again as soon as he heard that, as if he was afraid that Duncan might misunderstand something, "Anyway, you did save Heidi's life, and you have always had a friendly attitude. I have no reason to report - let alone..."

The old man hesitated for a moment, and spread his hands with a wry smile: "Looking at you, you probably aren't afraid of 'reporting' at all..."

"It would trouble me," Duncan said casually, "but probably not a great trouble."

Then he paused for a while, looked up at the direction of the second floor, and looked at Morris again: "If the weather improves tomorrow, Nina will go to school as usual."

"Nina..." Morris blinked. He remembered the arc of flames he saw, and also remembered what he had just talked about with Duncan, especially the part about the black sun. From the attitude Duncan showed just now, he had already vaguely guessed something in his heart, "Nina...is she worshiped by those sun heretics..."

He didn't ask further because Duncan shook his head slightly.

"Nina is just Nina, you don't have to wonder about the secrets behind her," Duncan said softly, "Just treat her as usual, so nothing will happen."

"...I understand," Morris lowered his head slightly. For some reason, after hearing Duncan's words, he was more relieved than before, and then he took two steps back slightly, "Then I should take my leave and leave. , please bid farewell to Nina for me—my current state...is not suitable for 'seeing' her again."

Duncan hummed, then came out from behind the counter, and sent the old gentleman to the gate.

There were almost no pedestrians to be seen on the street, only rows of street lamps illuminated the overcast urban area, the cold wind swirled between the buildings, and the humidity mixed in it became more and more dense.

Morris tightened his coat tightly, and pressed down the short top hat on his head, but before walking to his car, he still couldn't help but stop, and looked 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 it was no longer as terrifying and abnormal as it was at the beginning.

"Mr. Duncan," said Morris suddenly, "you really like this place, don't you?"

"That's right, I quite like it here," Duncan laughed, waving his hand to the old man, "So go home with peace of mind, Prand will welcome tomorrow safely—and every day after that."

Morris took off his hat, waved to Duncan lightly, turned and walked towards 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 didn't go back to the house directly, but stood at the door thinking.

The first question he thought about was whether the old man would report him after he went back...

The conclusion is that the possibility is extremely small - if he is just an ordinary cultist, or even a slightly advanced sun priest, then Morris, who is a follower of the righteous god, will have a [-]% chance of reporting back, but today It seems that my image in the other party's eyes may not be that of an ancient god, but the chance of the old man reporting it is almost zero.

The reason is simple—report a few heretics, and if you report a few cultists, two sheriffs will take care of it, and if you report a heretic priest, a few guards can kill them on the spot, but what if this place is occupied by a subspace evil god?What level do you have to report this to?
Not to mention the community church, even reporting it to the bishop of the city-state is useless...

Going back to the God of Wisdom you believe in and muttering a few words is more reliable than reporting it to the church.

And even without considering these things, Morris really reported to the church, and Duncan didn't really care much.

After all, even Fan Na, the most powerful judge in the Church of Storms, actually has something to eat in his eyes...

Compared with such trivial issues, what Duncan cares more about now is actually Nina's state.

The arc-shaped flames that are spewing and burning... This is the "truth" that Morris saw on Nina with the eyes of truth bestowed on him by the God of Wisdom.

"Shards of the sun..." Duncan raised his head, looked at the dark sky outside, and muttered softly to himself, "What the hell is the sun in this world..."

(End of this chapter)