Chapter 654 “Legacy”

Chapter 654 “Legacy Issues”

The order of Light Wind Harbor was being rapidly restored – although the scope of the Dream of the Nameless One was far more extensive than the two previous crises of Prand and Frost, it was also because of the special nature of the Dream of the Nameless One that after the “dream” subsided, its impact on the real world was rather minimized. Minimal.

The city that had been devoured returned to the real world, the neighborhoods that had been covered and replaced by the nightmare were restored to their original state, and the streaming flames of the Ancient God’s nightmare didn’t reach anyone’s head – when a new day came, the border city had already regained its former appearance.

Of course, it could not be said that the incident had no effect on Lightwind Harbor.

People still remembered the nightmare, a large number of citizens needed to be calmed, and the whole incident needed to be put to a proper conclusion and interpreted; a large number of people “woke up” with short-term memory impairment and hallucinations, none of which reached the level of triggering transcendental contamination, but which required the intervention of psychiatrists; and many more were suffering from fatigue, drowsiness, and a sense of loss of life. More ordinary people were affected by fatigue, drowsiness and inexplicable palpitations, which were the after-effects of having their spirit extracted and consumed by the nightmares of the ancient gods, and it was not yet known how long it would take to recover.

At 99 Crown Street, Lightwind Harbor, in the Witch’s Mansion, Duncan was sitting by the wide floor-to-ceiling windows in the first-floor hall, looking through them across the street.

Academy-owned steam walkers were patrolling the streets, uniformed knowledge guards and magistrates were checking if there were any “dream residues” in the city that had been missed, and staff sent down by the government office were knocking on doors to confirm the status of residents, registering “mentally impaired” people who needed help, or registering those who were in need of help. They are knocking on doors to ascertain the status of residents, registering “mentally impaired” people in need of help, or taking those in serious condition to the nearby psychiatric support room for treatment.

“…… I just went to see Sara Meier, the situation in the city is better than expected, there shouldn’t be anything to worry about – my brother would be envious of the situation in Lightwind Harbor after the incident, Frost had him on the ropes. burnt to a crisp.”

Lucrecia stood beside Duncan and spoke of what she had just confirmed outside.

“I also met Master Taran El who returned to the real world and that Truth Keeper of Secrets. The former is in pretty good shape, just a bit mentally unstable plus a nervous breakdown, but that’s usually the state he’s in anyway, and his vital signs are considered successful if they remain stable ……

“The latter was sent to the hospital – in fact, it is not a big deal, it is gastrointestinal discomfort, poured down a large bottle of blood raven synergy on his digestive system caused a burden far more than the spiritual damage …… “

Duncan listened to Lucy’s report on all of this with a chuckle, and casually remarked, “It would be good to see that ‘Keeper of the Truth’s Secret’ sometime; he knows about the Lost Country’s activities on the border a hundred years ago, and I’d like to talk to him about all of this.”

Lucrecia nodded, and just then there was a knock on the door that suddenly came from the direction of the foyer, interrupting Duncan’s exchange with her.

Maurice, who was reading near the doorway, got up to answer it, and he chatted with his visitor at the door for a few moments before the sound of the door closing came.

“It’s the staff sent down from the Council of State,” Maurice said to Duncan and Lucrecia as he approached, “They’re taking a tally of the mental status of the residents of each household and asking if anyone in this house is in need of psychological assistance.”

Duncan looked up with an odd expression at Lucrecia, who spread her hands, “Not everyone knows about the ‘Witch’s Mansion’, especially those grassroots civil servants who have been urgently deployed from other urban areas during special times- -their daily work already has them burnt out, how can they have time to learn about a house full of strange stories.”

Duncan shrugged and turned his head to Maurice, “How did you answer that?”

“I told him that everyone in this house was in good spirits, and that I was especially healthy,” Morris said casually, “but that the Rahm emblem in his hand, which was used to detect mental contamination, had suddenly burned up – and that after that, I thought, there should be no one will disturb the house.”

“Add a new weird story.” Duncan turned to Lucrecia.

“Another way to circumvent some unnecessary socializing,” Lucrecia but looked in a good mood, “a good thing.”

Duncan smiled, his eyes looking out the window again, and after a few moments of quietly admiring the street scene, which was gradually regaining its routine and vitality, he finally broke the silence thoughtfully, “The events of Lightwind Harbor are over …… and it’s time to take care of some of the ‘leftover issues’. ‘.”

Lucrecia blinked, “You mean ……”

“Is the rabbi still on that ship?”

“…… I see, I’ll go ahead and confirm that ‘nest’.”

……

Richard felt a little cold.

Ever since the last evacuation from the Dream of the Nameless One, he had always felt a little cold from time to time, as if the blood in his veins was decreasing and stopping flowing, as if his body was no longer able to produce enough heat – even wearing an extra layer of clothes, or even wrapping up in a blanket in the room, he could not produce enough heat. Even wearing an extra layer of clothes or even wrapping up in a quilt in the room did not help.

He didn’t understand how he could not stop the loss of heat from his body, even though he already had a lot of warm cotton – this “anomaly” made him a bit upset.

He asked the rabbi, who gave him no answer, but only told him to be patient.

Fortunately, there was still much to be done, and Richard was able to focus his attention elsewhere for the time being. The ship was sailing out to sea, on a “secret route” away from all major shipping lanes, and under the orders of the Saints, they were now far from the so-called “civilized world” and would reach a supply port near the border within a few days.

The believers on board the ship took the time to clean up the various “arrangements” left behind during the previous operation, including resetting the runes in the assembly hall, resealing the “Dreaming Skull”, and re-adjusting the ship’s stealth status so as to further enhance its “aura”. “breath” further hidden.

Richard, along with a few of his compatriots, examined the runes and “holy relics” on the lower decks.

“The Saints say these symbols can block the Sun Followers’ perception of the ship,” Dumont grunted beside him, “…… I hope they really work that well.”

“After all, we pulled out of the operation at a critical moment – it should be considered a betrayal to those ‘allies’,” Richard said casually, followed by some doubt. “But then again …… what exactly happened that would make the Saints decide to terminate the operation so hastily? What that group of final preachers said worked so well?”

“I don’t know,” Dumont shook his head, “but the Saint must have had his own considerations, and he was able to peer into the shadows of destiny, so I’m sure he must have sensed the great danger in that Dream of the Nameless One …… “

Said this, Dumont suddenly stopped, followed by a quick left and right look, which lowered his voice to Richard’s ear: “In fact, I suddenly feel …… that this matter may be a trap from the beginning, that the so-called ‘Dream of the Nameless One’ ‘ in which unimaginable dangers are hidden, we were right to pull out in time, and that group of sun followers might be in a bad situation by now.”

Noticing Dumont’s seriousness, Richard also subconsciously looked around and muttered in a low voice, “Why do you say that?”

“It’s been a while since we ‘evacuated’ early,” Dumont raised his head and looked at the runes between the roof and the wall that were faintly emitting an unsettling shimmer in the darkness, “That ‘ Son of the Sun’ hasn’t chased the ship down to raise hell by now – and frankly, I don’t think these runes used to block unusual transcendent beings are going to hold back an Ancient God derivative.”

Richard was stunned for a moment, and finally grew to respond.

He shouldn’t have been so slow to react; he was sharper than Dumont most of the time – but somehow, since when, he had been thinking and reacting much slower than usual.

It was as if he hadn’t realized until now, after Dumont’s reminder, that something might have happened to the “heir of the sun”.

“…… Are you saying that the Sun Heir is dead? Killed by the Dream of the Nameless?” Richard’s tone took on a hint of nervousness as he asked in an uneasy whisper, “There shouldn’t be much power in the earthly realm that could kill a ‘son heir’, could it be that dream ……”

“Or it could have been done by one of ‘his’ followers, or even ‘him’ himself,” Dumont muttered, “You know who. ”

Richard immediately shut his mouth and did not continue on the subject.

There must be no further talk of the matter, or that phantom captain would cast his eyes hither and thither in reckless verbal reference, and the shadow of the Lost Country would rise out of the night to the surface, and carry away every one in a dense fog.

Every man who has sailed the boundless seas has grown up hearing such stories.

But Richard was a little curious again–

He knew the power of the Sun Heirs, even among all the types of “heirs”, they were the most powerful one, they were born directly from the sea of fire of the Black Sun, they were derived from the essence of the Ancient Gods, if not for the fact that the reality dimension was blocked and sheltered by the Four Gods, which led to the Sun Heirs appearing in the real world in the form of projection at the most, their full power was even enough to make them appear in the real world, and they could be the most powerful. The complete power of their essence was even enough to destroy a city-state in a short period of time – that kind of power was difficult for even powerful saints to resist.

Is that “Ghost Captain” really that strong?
Coldness once again rose from the bottom of his heart, and Richard, with a jolt, tried to control his own thoughts, so as to prevent his “thinking” from triggering a certain dangerous gaze coming from the darkness.

At the same time, he heard Dumont’s voice in his ears again–

“Anyway, we’re out of the vortex, and although there are quite a few people who are confused about it, we’re safe.”

Richard was silent for a few seconds.

Icy coldness filled his heart, the blood in his veins seemed to have stopped flowing altogether, and he felt cold, colder and colder.

He felt like his body had almost stopped producing heat.

Still, he nodded slowly.

“Yeah, whatever, we’re safe now.”

(End of chapter)