Chapter 79 Wrapping Up and the Consciousness of a Good Citizen

Chapter 79 Wrapping Up and the Consciousness of a Good Citizen
Duncan’s musings were fruitless, for he didn’t know where to find a second still-breathing Sunbender to test his conclusions at the moment.

That sort of thing was a matter of fate.

Duncan slowly stood up as lamp after lamp of ghostly green spirit fire in the basement swayed windlessly in the confined space, shadowing the light as his thoughts slowly spread out again.

Believers who believe in the gods and receive blessings may be regarded as a “transcendent object” by the spiritual fire, but what about …… ordinary people?
This flame burns on ordinary people, in addition to the surface of the “special effects of light and shadow”, whether it can produce more effects? If not, to what extent does one have to believe in the gods before the flame can be regarded as a “transcendent target” that can take effect? Cultists who believe in evil gods can be burned, but what about those who believe in good gods?

Duncan calmly looked at the ghostly lights in the room, and suddenly smiled faintly.

“They are human.”

And then all thought stopped at thought, and he did not continue in that train of thought.

The flame was a mighty power, and mighty power is not sinful in itself, but a weak will is highly likely to invite corruption, and ever since discovering that he was in possession of an unimaginable power, Duncan had not failed to remind himself of this at every turn – no matter how “Captain Duncan No matter how famous “Captain Duncan” is, no matter how powerful the spiritual fire is, he must always remind himself of his boundaries as a “man”.

He can’t treat people as less than human just to test or master his power – even in this other world, even if the people he’s dealing with aren’t necessarily “human” in the standard sense of the word.

It was one thing to strike in battle, it was another to seek out the weak just to satisfy curiosity.

Duncan exhaled softly and looked at the green ball of fire still burning in his hand, waving his hand to disperse it.

The flames obeyed his command faithfully and dissipated into the air without a sound.

Duncan smiled – he was, and always would be, the master of this flame.

After the spirit fire had dissipated, the environment in the basement quickly returned from eerie to normal, and one by one the ghostly green lamps recovered to the bright, clear look they had at the start, while Duncan looked around at the scene of disarray and pondered what to do next.

The odd girl named Shirley was missing, and looked to have escaped by some extraordinary means, and he knew nothing about that, or where to find her – which was a shame.

He had a lot of questions he wanted to ask, and now it looked like he wouldn’t get the chance.

But Duncan always felt that he might run into the girl again at some point – not as unfounded speculation, but because the girl’s purpose was clearly to find trouble with this group of Sunists, to find out what was going on from amongst this group of cultists, and it was the peak of Sunist activity in the city-state of Prenland in recent times, and there would have been countless There will be countless similar gatherings in the shadows, with Shirley and “Dog” style of behavior ……

Sooner or later, they will make a big mess.

Duncan carries the usurped Sun Emblem, which can sense the activities of the Sunists in the city, although it seems that the range of this thing is not too large, but as long as he has nothing to do, he walks around the city, he may be able to stumble upon new fun.

As for this mess here, Duncan was not interested in helping clean it up.

He simply picked up the golden mask left behind by the Sun Goddess from the patch of ashes on the ground and carefully wiped away the ash and dust that stained its surface – it was his trophy, meant to be brought aboard the Lost Country for study.

The Magus was burned cleanly, and all the items on his body involving the transcendent realm were also turned into ash, and the Sun Mask was considered the only “relic” he left in this world.

“…… The palm-sized talisman is fine, but the size of this thing may be a bit too big ……” After holding the sun mask and weighing it for a few moments, Duncan muttered thoughtfully. “And in the event of encountering the professionals of the Church of the Deep Sea may also be detected by special means ……”

This mask is difficult to bring back to the antique store safely, and even if you bring it back, it may be discovered by Nina, and then there will be some trouble.

The best way was to send it directly to an absolutely safe place.

In the middle of his thoughts, Duncan turned back to the pigeon that was resting on his shoulder, and he had a brand new idea for a test – could this pigeon bring something back to the Lost Country by making a Spirit Walk alone, without himself along for the ride?
The dove cocked its head and went wide-eyed with Duncan, “Eighty for the sledgehammer, forty for the sledgehammer!” Duncan gave a laugh, “Consider it an extra shift, I’ll find a way to fix you some fries on the ship later – try to see if you can bring this mask to the Lost Country on your own.”

The pigeon flapped its wings at once, letting out that distinctive shrill female voice as it flew towards the mask in Duncan’s hand, “I’d turn it down, but you’re offering too much!”

Before the words had even left his mouth, Duncan saw a flash of light in front of him, and the dove and the mask disappeared from his vision at the same time – while in the depths of his conscious perceptions, he clearly sensed Aye’s aura suddenly appearing in the captain’s chambers of the Lost Country.

The delay before and after was barely less than a second!
This pigeon is so fast! Is it possible for it to teleport items so quickly?
Duncan had just sighed so much in his heart when he felt a flash in front of his eyes, and Aey in the form of a bone pigeon leapt out of the air and landed on his shoulder – the bird flapped its wings, and its undead form reappeared as a white dove, and tilted its neck triumphantly, “Teleportation successful! ”

Duncan nodded inwardly as he took a look at the other man’s state as he leapt out, and thought things made sense: it was only natural that the bone pigeon would be faster than Aey.

He then straightened up his clothes, made sure that he didn’t have any suspicious blood left on his body, and that there were no traces of himself at the scene (in fact, he hadn’t touched anything from the moment he entered, for fear of leaving fingerprints or something like that), and only then carefully opened the iron door with the pads of his clothes on his fingers, and went back outside through the walking ladder he had used to get there.

The sun, bound by a double runic circle, was already sinking near the horizon, and the magnificent evening sunlight filled in along the jumbled rooftops of the lower city, while the pale crack in the highest part of the sky already loomed in the evening sunlight.

Duncan took one look at the color of the sky, and was instantly dissuaded from continuing to explore the city – Nina would be home from school soon.

The boy’s “Uncle Duncan” was just getting better, and he couldn’t stay out all night.

Duncan left the abandoned factory at a brisk pace, and took the route he remembered towards the main road, passing through twisting alleys and sewage-smelling pipeline intersections, before finally hearing the sound of traffic in the distance.

It wasn’t completely dark yet, and the last bus ride should still be in time.

But Duncan stopped abruptly.

At the intersection not far ahead, he saw four men in uniform – two of them in dark blue sheriff’s garb with epaulettes, batons and revolvers at their hips, and the other two in slightly ecclesiastical black coats, somewhere between trench coats and gowns, with large revolver holsters visible at their waists and a steel longsword that seemed out of place in the current era. On their belts could be seen not only a large revolver holster, but also a steel longsword that seemed to be out of place in the current era.

The two men in the long black coats also had another conspicuous item on their belts: a kind of lamp with runic decorations, obviously used for night patrols.

The uniformed four at the intersection appeared to be handing over work, and Duncan froze for a moment, reacting quickly:
They were vigilantes under the name of the Sheriff and Church attached to the Town Hall.

The magistrates maintained order in the city during the day, the guardians protected the peace of the city-state during the night, and now that the sun was sinking, the time of day and night was approaching – the moment when the secular and the theocratic powers exchanged places.

This is a unique “landscape” in this world.

The four men didn’t seem to notice Duncan.

Duncan walked over to them – although he hesitated for a moment, he quickly realized that he had a clear conscience.

It wasn’t a crime for a law-abiding citizen to walk outside while it was still dark.

One of the church guards who was performing the handover finally noticed the figure walking towards him, the tall young man raised his head and upon seeing Duncan immediately waved his hand and warned in a loud voice: ”Citizen! It’s almost dark, go home as soon as possible, it’s not safe outside.”

“Gentlemen! I report a situation to you,” Duncan accelerated his pace, walked over and then said with special sincerity, “Just now I heard a great deal of commotion coming from the abandoned factory over there, and earlier still saw a lot of sneaky guys coming in and out of there …… “

Saying this he paused and added, “Earlier I read the newspaper that said for everyone to actively report abnormal gatherings and strange noises around them ……”

(End of chapter)