Chapter 183 – Peaceful Tomorrows Will Still Come
Chapter 183 – A Peaceful Tomorrow Will Still Come
The noise in one’s head rose and fell, as if a huge source of interference was suddenly approaching and moving away around one’s brain, and the antique store in the field of vision maintained stability as a whole, yet every now and then, something shadowy flickered between those shelves, as if it was trying to show the sinister truths from subspace to the adventurous visitor.
Maurice sat cautiously at the counter, collecting his thoughts and emotions, pondering one question after another with limited and hard work in the brief moments of sanity bestowed upon him by the god of wisdom, Rahm.
The conversation was still going on, and his “partner” had to keep him company until “Mr. Duncan” across the street had had his fun.
Duncan, however, did not speak at the moment – he too was lost in thought, pondering matters relating to the Black Sun and the history of the contamination.
The dead silence filled with sharp noises lasted for an unknown period of time, before Morris suddenly heard a low voice from the other side: “Last question, if there really is something contaminating history, how to solve the problem?”
“Is there really someone …… polluting history?” Morris looked up a little sluggishly and looked at Duncan in confusion, “Who do you mean?”
“Whoever it is,” Duncan said lightly, “It could be subspace, it could be the Black Sun, it could be some other heretical deity, in any case what would have to be done about it if something was trying to pollute history? How do the Fire Bearers cope with such crises?”
Morris was baffled for a moment, shaking his head hesitantly, “That …… I’m sorry, I have no way to answer you, it’s beyond my knowledge, and I’m afraid that even among the Fire Transmitters, only the most powerful Saints or Chosen Ones are aware of the secrets in the operation of history –Most of the Fire Transmitters are actually the same as the Storm Church’s guardians, what they are usually doing is just eradicating heresies, purifying pollution and such like daily work, after all, real historical pollution is almost impossible to happen ……”
“…… also, is my question too deep, let you answer these belongs to the strong man,” Duncan sighed softly, he realized that his curiosity is too exuberant, I am afraid that he has already caused the old gentleman in front of him no small psychological pressure, so he simply ended the current topic, “Then we will talk here today.”
An unprecedented sense of relaxation steeply floated up to his heart, and Morris was instantly relieved.
His mind had been groggy again since a while ago, his thinking was intermittent, there were many questions floating in his mind but none of them could be organized, at this time Duncan was willing to take the initiative to end the topic, he really begged for it.
Instead, Duncan raised his head and glanced at the sky outside through the glass case window not far away.
Chronologically, it was still a little while before sunset, but the overcast sky had already made it completely dark outside, and the gas streetlights came on early, their bright yellow glow illuminating the streets outside, making it seem as if the lower city of Prand had been thrown into the night ahead of time against the backdrop of the gloomy, dark clouds.
“It’s a bad day,” Duncan retracted his gaze to the older man across the street, “want to stay? Nina should have dinner ready over there.”
Maurice’s heart thumped in his chest, suddenly remembering a popular saying in the Academy of Truth, used to describe those seekers who pursued knowledge most frantically and legendarily- the
Swimmed in subspace, bragged in front of the Evil God, the battle of the gods was on the scene, and the dependents cooked and dabbled in bowls of soup.
If this antique store, which has been occupied by “Mr. Duncan”, is regarded as a subspace, if Mr. Duncan’s status is equal to that of the gods, and if there is really a fight between this subspace shadow and the God of Wisdom, it is surprising that he has achieved three of the four miracles by now…. …
I’m afraid that going upstairs for a bowl of soup at this point is not really a live promotion to legend!
Morris was amazed in his heart that he could still have the spare energy to think about these messy things at this time, while cautiously organizing his words, “Actually ……”
“Actually, you want to leave, don’t you?” Duncan nodded of his own accord without waiting for the old gentleman to finish, he was still a bit self-conscious at this point, “While I’d like to say that it’s a bad time of year, and that staying for a bowl of hot soup might be better for your health, it seems that you’re under more pressure sitting in front of me at the moment compared to the comfort that a bowl of hot soup brings?”
Maurice hurriedly got up and nodded his head obediently, “Frankly, every second of it is torture – no offense meant, of course, just ……”
“No need to say, I understand everything,” Duncan waved his hand, his face expression with some helplessness, “If we change to a more relaxed way of meeting, in fact, I still want to have a good chat with you about history as well as the gods, I’m very interested in the knowledge- -the kind of ‘interest’ that has no malice, but this time it looks like it won’t work.”
Maurice stood by the counter and fell silent after hearing the words from across the room, and it was a while before he met Duncan’s gaze, “Seriously, I just went into a trance several times, almost forgetting the ‘truths’ of those I saw, and your . . curiosity and friendliness were so real, talking to me like a friend, it’s the first time I’ve seen someone as friendly as you ……”
The old gentleman was a bit stuck, he just couldn’t seem to find a positive word for a moment, Duncan laughed at the situation, “If you can’t find a good word, just don’t look for anyone to report me when you leave later.”
“No, no, no! I would never do that!” Maurice waved his hands as soon as 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 demeanor, so there is no reason for me to report it – not to mention that …… “
The old gentleman hesitated for a moment and spread his hands with a bitter smile, “Looking at you, I think you’re not at all afraid of any ‘reporting’ ……” “It would trouble me,” Duncan said casually, “but probably not a great deal.”
He then paused briefly and glanced up in the direction of the second floor again, looking to Maurice once more, “Tomorrow, if the weather improves, Nina will go to school as usual.”
“Nina …… “Maurice blinked, he remembered the arcing fiery flame he had seen, and also remembered the things he had just talked about with Duncan, especially the part about the black sun, and then associating it with the attitude that Duncan had just shown, his mind then has vaguely guessed what, “Nina is she …… not the same as those sun heretics worshipped by ……”
He didn’t ask further because Duncan shook his head gently.
“Nina is Nina, you don’t have to wonder about the secrets behind her,” Duncan said softly, “just treat her like you always do so that nothing happens.”
“…… I understand,” Maurice bowed his head slightly, for some reason after hearing Duncan’s words he was rather more relieved in his mind than he had been a moment ago, he then took two steps backward slightly, “I should take my leave and depart, then. Please bid Nina farewell on my behalf – my current state …… is not very suitable for ‘seeing’ her again.”
With a hmmm, Duncan circled around from behind the counter and escorted the older gentleman to the front door.
The streets had become almost invisible to pedestrians, with only the glow of the rows of streetlights illuminating the overcast city center, and a cold wind weaving back and forth between the buildings, the dampness in between growing thicker and thicker.
Maurice tightened his overcoat and pressed the short bowler hat he wore on his head, but he couldn’t help but stop and glance back again at Duncan, who was still standing in front of the store, before walking to his car.
What he saw was a middle-aged man with a calm smile, the street scene in the distance shaking occasionally, but no longer as terrifyingly unusual as it had been at first.
“Mr. Duncan,” Morris said suddenly, “you actually like this place, don’t you?”
“Yes, I kinda like it here,” Duncan smiled, waving a hand at the older man, “so go home in peace, and Prender will be safe for tomorrow – and every day after that. ”
Maurice took off his hat and gave Duncan a small wave, turning toward his parked car.
Duncan, for his part, didn’t withdraw his gaze until after the car had started up and disappeared at the end of the street.
But instead of returning directly to the house, he stood in the doorway and pondered.
The first question he pondered was whether the old man would report himself or not when he returned ……
The conclusion was that the possibility was extremely small, extremely small – if he was just an ordinary cultist, or even a slightly more advanced Sun God official, then as a believer in the positive God, the chances of Morris turning around and reporting him would be one hundred percent, but today it seems that his image in the eyes of the other party is not afraid of an Ancient God’s stance, and the old master’s chances of reporting him Instead, it became almost zero.
The reason is very simple – report a few cultists, come two magistrates will be a pot, report a cult priest, come a few guards can also be chopped over on the spot, but if this place is a sub-space evil god? How high would you have to go to report this?
Not to mention community churches, even to the bishop of the city state, it is useless. ……
Even if you go back to your own God of Wisdom for a few words, it’s more reliable than reporting it to the church.
And even if we don’t consider this, Morris really went to the church to report it, Duncan actually didn’t care much.
After all, even Vanna, an Inquisitor who is the apex of force in the Storm Church, is actually a bit of a dish in his eyes ……
More than this point of minutiae, what Duncan cared more about now was actually Nina’s state.
The arc-shaped flames that are erupting and burning …… This is the “truth” that Maurice saw on Nina with the true eye that the God of Wisdom gave him.
“The sun shard ah ……” Duncan tilted his head up, looking at the dark sky outside, muttering softly to himself, “What the hell is the sun in this world… …”
(end of chapter)