Chapter 168 High-profile reporting
Chapter 168 High Profile Reporting
To be honest, Duncan was a bit regretful as soon as he said this – he was truly afraid that Vanna, this straightforward girl, would self-destruct on the spot ……
The young judge’s reaction exceeded his expectations, he had imagined that once he took the initiative to reveal himself as the number one villain would inevitably provoke Vanna’s strong hostility, but he did not expect her actions to be so decisive and swift, and almost in the blink of an eye, he judged the dream invasion, the mirror medium, such a key element and carried out a targeted countermeasure, which is completely different from the time when he invaded Shirley’s dream world.
She even tried her best to avoid communicating with herself, the intruder, from start to finish – this was an “emergency measure” to prevent the spread of spiritual pollution when the dream world was invaded.
Facts have proved that the gap between a trained high-ranking Judge and a son of a bitch’s wild transcendent is not a little bit, if not for the fact that Duncan’s own power is really too weird, the entire invasion process is completely built in the depths of Vanna’s own mind, but if there is a newer invader, I’m afraid that one face to face will be the Judge seized by a loophole to be thrown out.
Now, Vanna quieted down, just quietly looking at the ghost captain who appeared in the center of her vision – she hadn’t been so impulsive as to directly destroy her own eyes, perhaps because she had already realized that this dream had been completely invaded, and ordinary means of expulsion would most likely not work.
She closed her eyes, and Duncan still stood before her, standing in the darkness, only looking more and more somber, his figure appearing indistinct in the reflection of the auror’s fire.
“What do you want,” the young Inquisitor spoke, his voice cold and hard as if it were a piece of steel, “How did you invade my dreams?”
Her attitude was hostile, but Duncan found it only amusing – the Inquisitor was acting completely differently at the moment from the polite, calm demeanor she’d had when she’d visited the antique store.
I really wondered what her reaction would be one day if she learned the truth about the antique store.
“Just to tell you something,” Duncan spoke bluntly without any nonsense, “if you really care about the safety of the city-state, you might want to go to the sixth block and take a look at the chapel.”
With that said he closed his mouth and stood silently surrounded by flames, maintaining a mysterious and majestic aura.
Vanna heard the spectral captain’s reply but froze.
In that instant, it was as if something had pierced a curtain and unveiled in her mind a corner that had been kept always hidden; the sixth block, the chapel, the two words etched into her mind so strongly that they sent a trance through her mind.
But more than the momentary trance, the reality of the dream tainted by Captain Duncan touched her heart and soul, and she tried to pray to the Goddess in her heart, but the power of the Goddess could not penetrate the phantasmagoria, and she watched the “Captain” with a wary eye, but could not discern any judicious emotion in the sombre figure. She watched the “captain” with alarm, but could not discern any discernible emotion in the somber figure.
After a few seconds, she finally clenched her teeth gently and tried to keep her composure as she spoke in a calm voice: “You invaded an Inquisitor’s dream just for …… this?”
“By your own judgment,” Duncan said lightly, “I look forward to what you find there.”
He said this, while at the same time he had begun to feel that his connection to this dreamworld was rapidly becoming unstable.
A powerful repulsive force was at work.
He sensed that Vanna was not as quiet as she appeared to be – despite apparently communicating with herself, the young Inquisitor was relying on willpower every second of every day to fight against herself as an intruder, and her mind was so strong that she was struggling to reach the threshold of awakening by sheer will alone!
This made Duncan realize that the exchange had to end soon, and that after giving the necessary information, it was time for him to leave behind a mysterious image to retreat from the scene.
He didn’t intend to explain too much to the other side, and he didn’t expect to be able to clarify his friendly stance or establish the slightest trust with Vanna with just a few words – the opposing attributes between “Captain Duncan” and the “Inquisitor of the City State” were not the same. The opposing attributes of “Captain Duncan” and “Inquisitor of the Citadel” could not be resolved with a few words, and explaining too much on his own would only make him look suspicious, and even divert Vanna’s attention in an unnecessary direction.
The spiritual fire spreading in the darkness gradually converged, and Duncan’s figure began to slowly recede in Vanna’s line of sight.
But just in the last few seconds before the connection was about to be broken, Vanna couldn’t help but issue a question, “What the hell do you have in mind for Prand?!”
Duncan looked up in the darkness, and suddenly a strong wave of mischief flooded through him.
He gazed at the young Inquisitor through the dreamscape, the corners of his mouth slowly turning upward, and in the eerie green glow of the spirit fire, Vanna heard the most outrageously incomprehensible sentence she had heard since becoming an Inquisitor:
“Whole lot of fries.”
The dream came crashing down, the connection completely broken.
In the darkness of the void and chaos of space, Duncan took a slight half step back and gazed at the starlight that was flickering erratically before him.
Aye, in the form of a bone dove, flew through the darkness and landed on his shoulder with a flap of its wings.
“Whatever she’s going to ramble on about next, at least one thing’s for sure,” Duncan glanced at Aey and cooed softly as if to himself, “Sixth Block, the Chapel, those two key pieces of information have made their way into the Cathedral of the Prenderian Storms …… Whatever the reason, they’re bound to target there with the highest intensity.” Duncan’s train of thought was simple and effective – all he had to do was lift the lid on that chapel in the sixth block, all he had to do was draw the attention of the Church of the Deep to it, and it was completely unimportant as to how Vanna and the clerics behind her turned back to find something else to do.
The biggest mobile natural disaster on the Infinite Sea had gone directly to the Inquisitors to dream and report heresy corruption in the city-state, which was enough for those magi to think about until they died, but before they thought about it until they died, they would surely dislike that chapel with all their strength – then they would have to dig out whatever secrets the chapel was hiding.
Of course, in the course of this investigation, Vanna might also waste some of her energy because of the existence of the Lost Country, but that was the nitty-gritty of it.
Finally, another thought about the job he had whole near the end of the dream brought a small smile to Duncan’s face.
“Whole lot of fries?” Aye, who had landed on his shoulder, noticed the smile and cocked her head, “Fine cuts for bacon?”
“…… You’re getting more and more fragmented with this language,” Duncan frowned, “But some whole fries tomorrow morning would be fine, and by the way, it would be just the thing to teach Alice how to make some normal food. ”
……
Vanna’s eyes snapped open.
There was no light in the room, only the pale, cool light of the World’s Creation spilled into the bedroom through the window, and in the dim light, the furnishings in the bedroom all seemed to be cloaked in a layer of mottled light and shadow.
The heart was beating violently, it was as if a hot iron bar had been stuffed into the head, the dull pain brought about by the severe loss of mental power and high tension was constantly throbbing between the two temples, the nightgown on the body had been soaked with sweat, and was currently coldly sticking to the skin, which was exceptionally difficult to bear.
But these discomforts were nothing compared to the dream that had been invaded by pollution.
Vanna sat up from the bed and looked around very cautiously, blinking slowly again before closing her eyes and opening them slowly.
Each time, her heart skipped a beat – she tested to see if she’d really gotten rid of the ghost captain’s “phantom”, but feared that the other’s figure would be directly in her field of vision the next second.
It wasn’t until she confirmed that she was free of the intrusion and that this was the real world that she finally breathed a long sigh of relief.
After so many years as an Inquisitor, she had rarely been so nervous.
Vanna left the bed and went to a dresser not far away.
The dresser stood intact, with only her own figure in the mirror.
She stood in front of that mirror for several seconds, as if to confirm every ounce of detail in it, before she shook her head vigorously and pulled open the dresser’s drawer, from which she took out a small dagger depicting the runes of storms and waves.
Holding the sacred weapon in her hand, she scratched her skin, allowing blood to soak through the runes, and then prayed to the Storm Goddess.
During the brief prayer, she heard the soft sound of the waves ringing in her ears, the goddess’s blessing, as always, soothing her restless mind.
After re-establishing contact with the goddess, Vanna finally relaxed – she then dryly changed out of her sweat-soaked pajamas and changed into her going-out clothes as quickly as she could, casually picking up the huge sword that lay near her bed again and pushing the door to leave the room.
A few moments later, a private car powered by a steam core broke the silence of the Uptown city center, and illuminated by bright gas streetlights, Vanna drove straight to the cathedral.
She had to be the first to tell Bishop Valentine about today’s events, along with the earlier discoveries in the archives that had gone awry – things had gotten far more complicated than expected, and this was no longer an event that could be resolved by relying on the Inquisitors alone.
If necessary, it might even be necessary for Prand to contact the Storm Cathedral that was patrolling the infinite sea.
Vanna’s gaze was firm, her breathing steady, and her thoughts clear.
But suddenly, a little hesitation surfaced again.
She recalled a bizarre scene near the end of that dream.
What the hell does the whole fries …… thing mean?
(End of chapter)