Deep Sea Embers

The noise in his mind was rising and falling, as if a huge source of interference was approaching and far away from his brain. The antique store in his field of vision remained stable, but from time to time, there would be dark shadows between the shelves. Things flash past, as if to reveal to the unwary visitor the sinister truths of the Warp.

Morris sat cautiously in front of the counter, restraining his thoughts and emotions. In the short period of reason granted to him by Lachem, the God of Wisdom, he limitedly and diligently thought about each problem.

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

However, Duncan did not 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 sharp noises lasted for an unknown amount of time before Morris suddenly heard a deep voice coming from the other side: "The last question, if something is really polluting history, how to solve this problem?"

"Is there really someone who... pollutes history?" Morris raised his head sluggishly and looked at Duncan in confusion, "Who are you talking about?"

"No matter who it is," Duncan said calmly, "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 to solve it? The Firebrers are How to deal with such a crisis?"

Morris was startled for a moment and shook his head hesitantly: "This... I'm sorry, I can't answer you. This is beyond the scope of my knowledge, and even among the fire bearers, I'm afraid only the most powerful saints can do it." Only the disciples or the chosen ones know the secrets of the operation of history - most of the fire bearers are actually the same as the guardians of the Church of Storms. What they usually do are daily tasks such as eradicating heretics and purifying pollution. After all, the real history Contamination is almost impossible..."

"...That's right, my questions are too in-depth, and asking you to answer these is too difficult for me." Duncan sighed softly. He realized that his curiosity was too strong, and I'm afraid he had caused a lot of harm to the old gentleman in front of him. Feeling psychological pressure, he simply ended the current topic, "Then let's stop talking today."

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

His mind had been groggy since just now, and he was thinking intermittently. There were many questions floating in his mind, but he couldn't organize them. At this time, he really couldn't ask for Duncan to take the initiative to end the topic.

Duncan raised his head and glanced at the sky outside through the glass showcase 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 turned on in advance, and the bright yellow light illuminates the streets outside. Against the background of gloomy dark clouds, the general 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 prepared the meal."

Morris's heart suddenly jumped, and he suddenly remembered a popular saying in the Academy of Truth, which is used to describe those scholars who pursue the most crazy and legendary pursuit of knowledge——

I swam in the subspace, boasted in front of the evil gods, fought among the gods, and cooked a bowl of soup.

If this antique shop already occupied by "Mr. Duncan" is regarded as a subspace, if Mr. Duncan's status 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 Have you achieved three of the four miracles??

If you go upstairs to have a bowl of soup at this time, you may not really want to be promoted to legend on the spot!

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

"Actually, you want to leave, right?" Duncan nodded proactively before the old gentleman finished speaking. He was still a little self-aware at this time, "Although I want to say that the weather is not good now, staying for a bowl of hot soup may be good for the body. It’s more beneficial, but it seems that compared to the comfort brought by a bowl of hot soup, you are feeling more pressure sitting in front of me right now?”

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

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, I understand everything." Duncan waved his hand, with a somewhat helpless expression on his face, "If we change to a more relaxed way of meeting, I would actually like to have a good chat with you about history and the gods. I am very interested in knowledge. I'm very interested—interested without any malicious intent, but it seems that it won't work this time. "

Morris stood by the counter and fell silent after hearing the words on the other side. After a while, he met Duncan's eyes: "To be honest, I was confused several times just now and almost forgot what I saw. Those' truths, your curiosity and friendliness are so real, you talk to me like a friend. This is the first time I have seen someone as friendly as you..."

The old gentleman was a little stuck, and it seemed that he couldn't find a word of praise for a while. Duncan laughed when he saw this: "If you can't find a good word, I won't look for it. Just don't find anyone to report me after you leave."

"No, no, no! I would never do that!" Morris waved his hands repeatedly when he heard this, as if he was afraid that Duncan would misunderstand something, "No matter what, you did save Heidi's life, and you have always had a friendly attitude. I have no reason to report - let alone..."

The old gentleman hesitated for a moment, then smiled wryly and spread his hands: "Looking at you, I don't think you're afraid of 'reporting' at all..."

"It'll bother me," Duncan said casually, "but probably not a big deal."

Then he paused slightly, looked up in 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 what he had just discussed with Duncan, especially the part about the black sun. , and then thinking about the attitude Duncan showed just now, he had already vaguely guessed something in his mind, "Nina... is she... the one worshiped by those sun heretics..."

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

"Nina is Nina, you don't have to wonder about the secret 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. Then he took two steps back slightly, "Then it's time for me to say goodbye and leave. , please say goodbye to Nina for me - my current state is not suitable for seeing her again. "

Duncan hummed, then walked out from behind the counter and sent the old gentleman to the door.

There were almost no pedestrians visible on the streets. Only the radiance of rows of street lamps illuminated the overcast city. The cold wind swirled between the buildings, and the moisture mixed in between them became more and more intense. Baidu Search|7|4|Literature|Learning|Net|Watch the latest chapter of The Deep Sea. Error-free updates @

Morris tightened his coat and pressed the low hat on his head, but before walking to his car, he couldn't help but stop and look back at Duncan, who was still standing in front of the store.

What he saw was a middle-aged man with a gentle smile. The street scene in the distance occasionally shook, but it was no longer as scary and abnormal as it was at the beginning.

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

"Yes, I quite like it here," Duncan laughed and waved to the old man, "So go home with peace of mind. Plande will welcome tomorrow safely - and every day after that."

Morris took off his hat, waved slightly to Duncan, turned and walked towards his car parked on the side of the road.

Duncan didn't look away until the car started and disappeared at the end of the street.

But he did not return directly to the house, but 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 more advanced sun priest, then the chance of Morris, a believer in the righteous god, to report back will be 100%, but today It seems that my image in the eyes of the other party is not that of an ancient god, and the chance of the old man reporting him is almost zero.

The reason is simple - if you report a few cultists, two police officers will come and they will take care of you. If you report a cult priest, a few will come. (This chapter is not finished yet!)

Chapter 182 A peaceful tomorrow will still come

The guardians can also be chopped down on the spot, but what if this place is occupied by a warp evil god? To what level do you have to report this matter?

Not to mention the community church, even reporting it to the bishop of the city-state would be useless...

It is more reliable to go back and talk to the God of Wisdom that you believe in than to report it to the church. First update @

And even if you don't consider these things, Duncan actually doesn't care much if Morris really reports it to the church.

After all, even Vanna, the judge who is at the pinnacle of military power in the Church of Storms, is actually a bit of a pick in his eyes...?

Compared with this trivial issue, what Duncan is more concerned about now is Nina's condition.

The arc of flames that are spewing out and burning?? This is the "truth" Morris saw in Nina with the eyes of truth given to him by the God of Wisdom.

"Fragments 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..."

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Chapter 182 A peaceful tomorrow will still come