Chapter 87 Better Programs
Chapter 87 A Better Program
Nina left the house to go to school, and like so many times in the past many years, she once again believed her uncle’s promise to her that he would be waiting at the store for her to come home from school.
Or maybe she actually hadn’t believed it for a long time, but was still clinging to the act of believing it.
Duncan stood behind the first-floor window of the antique store and watched as Nina’s trotting figure quickly turned down the end street and disappeared from his view.
Uncle Duncan would be at the store waiting for her to come home, he’d promised.
“Aye, come here.”
With a thought in his mind, a stream of green flame snapped through the air, and Dove’s form appeared in front of Duncan.
The bird cocked its head and looked at its master with green eyes.
Through the connection established by the Spirit Body Flame, Duncan was able to clearly perceive the pigeon’s location and sense its state – although it was not yet possible to do so to the extent of fully sharing all five senses, this level of perception could already do a lot at the moment.
Duncan lowered his head and looked into Aye’s small eyes, “You’re actually smart enough to understand me completely and do a lot of things, aren’t you?”
The dove immediately flapped its wings proudly, “Loyalty is not an option, loyalty is not an option na!”
“Now then, I have a bold idea I’d like you to try.” Duncan smiled, and then fished out of his pocket the sun badge that had now become a “cultist proximity alarm”.
He wrapped the badge carefully in a piece of cloth to prevent it from being exposed to the general public, and then carefully tied it to Aye’s back with a strip of cloth.
The pigeon was very cooperative from start to finish, even using its beak to help Duncan knot the cloth, and it seemed to understand exactly what its master was trying to do, and was as smart as a human being, except for its inability to articulate exactly what it was thinking.
“Just fly around the city, search for locations that resonate when your badge is hot, preferably specific to a certain building,” Duncan carefully confided to the pigeon, “I’ll sense your location …… By the way, start by moving around the Lower City and the Crossroads District neighborhood activities, do not go to the uptown area, I’m not familiar with that side, and I can not determine the address based on positioning alone.”
The pigeon flapped its wings and cocked its head, “Whole order of fries?”
Duncan scowled, “But anytime you can locate one, I can bury you with fries.”
Without another word, the pigeon flapped its wings and rushed for the door, as if afraid its master would back out.
Duncan watched with a smile on his face as the pigeon flew farther and farther away in the sky, while his perception clearly tracked the pigeon’s current location as well as the general state of its surroundings, and then he returned to his room and fetched a map of the city-state of Prendergast and placed it on the counter, looking at the map while recalling the details of the planes of the Lower Townships in his mind, and tracking Aey in his perception as he kept confirming the bird’s location.
It was surprisingly easier than he had expected – the connection established by the Spirit Flame was even more solid than it had been initially, and Aey’s flight path was almost a clear and brightly indicated line in his mind, and with the aid of the map as well as his memories, it wasn’t difficult at all to locate the bird.
This was a good way to do it.
Duncan exhaled softly and shifted into a comfortable position behind the counter – he’d promised Nina he wouldn’t go out and ‘put himself in danger’, so naturally he was going to do that.
But he could have put the pigeons out to hunt and written his own letter at home. ……
In all fairness, this was a much better option, as the flying pigeons would be much more efficient than the searching he could do by himself in a car wandering around the city – of course, there was a downside to this, and that was that there was no way to infiltrate the cultists’ lair after he found it, and it would only have a little bit of whistle-blowing value left.
But Duncan didn’t really care about this regret, anyway, according to the experience of the last rally, those cultists who could be easily found were essentially a group of minions poking around at the grass-roots level, and their value of information was limited, and if Aey really sensed some “big fish”… …he would have the means to “catch” the big fish alone.
After all, Ai’s ability is not just to carry a sensor flying around – its job is to do courier ……
Really found a big fish, let Ai directly open the door in place to teleport people to the Lost Country ship, their own body on the ship, but can be more convenient to interrogate in detail.
It just so happened that he hadn’t tried having a pigeon teleport a human himself yet, he couldn’t do that kind of experiment with innocent citizens – but not the cult clerics who were idly killing and plucking out hearts.
They could be “consumables” if necessary. Duncan just leaned back in his chair and sensed Aey’s position as he ran through his scenario in his head, and more and more it seemed like the perfect plan – he had a draft letter of report, a draft interrogation, a search and seizure and a transmission process all mapped out, and all he needed was a two-legged bag of money called a “Sun Believer”. Now all that was left was a two-legged money bag called “Sun Believer”.
The only thing he still needs to consider in this whole package is how to explain to Nina when the authorities give out the bonus if his letter really comes true – he has promised the girl not to go out “hunting”.
Duncan thought about it for half a day, and suddenly remembered one thing…
In this world, which has developed into the industrial age, there is such a thing as a “bank”.
This is the inevitable result of the development of the economy and productivity, but also a necessary condition.
Although the banking system in this world is far less convenient than on Earth, and not so popular, but the minimum account function is always there.
The city-states of the Boundless Sea even used this to build a financial system of interoperability and mobility – even though maintaining this system was far more difficult than on Earth, they still built this system up.
The original owner of this body was not a good person, and had not established an account in the city-state bank – this was a normal thing in the lower city, usually, only decent people in the upper city would reach the “level” of being able to deal with the bank, but the bank itself was open to all citizens. itself was open to all citizens.
There are banks in the Crossroads.
Duncan had a calculation in his mind, he decided to go to Crossroads in the next one or two days, to establish his first “bank account” in this world, so that if he expanded his activities in the human world, the flow of funds would also become more convenient – and Even if you don’t think about the future, in the future, when you write a report letter, you can also skip the part of leaving an address, and just leave an account directly.
Of course, whether this is feasible or not will have to be tried when the time comes, after all, the original owner of his body doesn’t have much experience in dealing with the security department of the city-state (or technically speaking, he doesn’t have much positive experience), but Duncan believes that it is reasonable to do so.
In this not-so-safe world, an anonymous report would be the normal choice of many a dedicated citizen under caution.
As for today …… he still decided to just stay inside the antique store in peace.
This is not entirely because he has to strictly abide by the “agreement” with Nina, but because this is the first time he released the pigeons to fly so far away and then use the power of the spiritual fire to locate them, the operation of the unskilled so that he has to concentrate extra hard, so he needs a stable environment.
Another reason was that it was really time for him to do some serious “business” for a day – he hadn’t even opened the store yet.
Duncan stretched and stood up from behind the counter as he slowly made his way to the front door and hung the ‘open’ sign outside.
He now had some plans, some new programs, and all of this started because he had made a pact with a seventeen year old girl, which was …… an interesting experience.
……
Near the Crossroads District, inside the dilapidated and abandoned factory, the church guards wearing long coats with silver edges on a black background had already drawn a cordon around the area, and the Inquisitor Vanna, wearing light armor and carrying a huge sword of bestowal, walked through the staircase that sloped down to the abandoned space on the first floor of the factory, accompanied by two deep-sea priests.
Everything here remained as it had been in the beginning – after the first guardsmen had been tipped off and discovered the assembly ground, they had cordoned off the site until now.
In the large basement, the sickening stench of blood was particularly strong, interspersed with the pungent odor of chemicals scorched by flames, and the bodies of the cultists were strewn all over the place, but apart from the corpses of the solar heretics, there were no traces of the “assailants” – no additional corpses, not even of the “attackers”. -No additional bodies, not even additional pieces of clothing.
Vanna frowned slightly.
It had been a one-sided battle, the attackers were far more powerful than these basically ordinary cultists, and it seemed to have happened so suddenly that a good portion of the solar cultists had been taken out before they had a chance to fight back.
Who did it?
Wild Transcendents who had a personal vendetta against these cultists? Another powerful cultist order? Or was it some sort of out-of-control blood sacrifice, where these self-seeking cultists summoned monsters from the Depths that they simply could not control?
The young Inquisitor pondered.
(End of chapter)