To be honest, Duncan felt a little regretful as soon as he said these words - he was really afraid that Fanna, an upright girl, would destroy her eyes on the spot...
The young judge's reaction exceeded his expectations. He had imagined that once a villain like himself showed up, he would definitely arouse Vanna's strong hostility, but he did not expect that her actions would be so decisive and quick, almost in the blink of an eye.
In a short time, he determined the key elements of dream invasion and mirror medium and carried out targeted confrontation. This was completely different from the original invasion of Shirley's dream.
She even tried her best to avoid communicating with herself, the intruder, from beginning to end - this was an "emergency measure" to prevent the spread of mental pollution when her dream was invaded.
Facts have proved that the gap between a trained high-level inquisitor and a son-of-a-bitch wild superhuman is not even a little bit. If it weren't for Duncan's own power being too weird, the entire invasion process was completely based on Vanna's own mind.
Deep down, any intruder with a different skill would probably be thrown out by the inquisitor as soon as he met him.
Now, Vanna was quiet, just looking at the ghost captain who appeared in the center of her field of vision - she was not so impulsive as to directly destroy her eyes, perhaps because she had realized that this dream had been completely invaded.
Most of the eviction methods will not work.
She closed her eyes, but Duncan was still standing in front of her, standing in the darkness, but he looked more gloomy, and his figure looked uncertain in the reflection of the spiritual fire.
"What do you want to do," the young judge spoke, his voice as cold as a piece of steel, "How did you invade my dream?"
Her attitude was full of hostility, but Duncan only found it amusing - the inquisitor's behavior at this moment was completely different from the polite and peaceful demeanor she had when she visited the antique shop.
I really don’t know how she would react if she knew the truth about the antique shop one day.
"I'm just telling you something," Duncan said bluntly without any nonsense, "If you really care about the safety of the city, you might as well go to the Sixth Street and take a look at the small church."
After saying that, he closed his mouth and stood quietly surrounded by flames, maintaining a mysterious and majestic aura.
Vanna was stunned when she heard the ghost captain's reply.
At this moment, something seemed to pierce a layer of curtain, revealing a corner of her mind that had always been hidden, Sixth Street, Little Church. These two words were strongly engraved into her mind.
It made her feel dazed.
But compared to this moment of trance, the reality that the dream was contaminated by Captain Duncan touched her mind more strongly. She tried to pray to the goddess in her heart, but the power of the goddess could not penetrate this layer of fantasy. She watched with vigilance.
He looked at the "captain" in front of him, but could not see any discernible emotion from that gloomy figure.
After a few seconds, she finally gritted her teeth gently, tried to stay calm and spoke in a deep voice: "You invaded an inquisitor's dream just for... this?"
"It's up to you to judge," Duncan said calmly, "I'm looking forward to what you find there."
As he said this, at the same time, he began to feel that his connection with this dream was quickly becoming unstable...
A strong repulsive force is at work.
He noticed that Vanna was not as quiet as she seemed - even though she was communicating with him on the surface, this young judge was relying on willpower to fight against the intruder like herself every second.
So determined that he struggled to the critical point of awakening just by relying on his will!
This made Duncan realize that the exchange must end as soon as possible. After conveying the necessary information, he should leave a mysterious image and retreat calmly.
He didn't plan to explain too much to the other party, and he didn't expect to be able to explain his friendly stance or establish the slightest trust with Vanna in just a few words - the opposing attributes between "Captain Duncan" and "City-State Judge" were not
It can be done with words and effort. If you explain too much, you will only look suspicious and even divert Fanna's attention in unnecessary directions.
The spiritual fire spreading in the darkness gradually subsided, and Duncan's figure began to slowly retreat from Vanna's sight.
But in the last few seconds before the connection was about to be interrupted, Fanna couldn't help but
Questioned: "What are your plans for Purander?!"
Duncan raised his head in the darkness, and suddenly, a strong sense of evil arose in his heart.
He stared at the young inquisitor through the dream, and the corners of his mouth slowly turned up. In the green light of the spiritual fire, Vanna heard the most outrageous and incomprehensible sentence she had ever heard since becoming an inquisitor:
"More fries."
The dream collapsed and the connection was completely interrupted.
In the empty and chaotic dark space, Duncan took half a step back and stared at the starlight that was flickering unsteadily in front of him.
Ai, in the form of a bone dove, flew over in the darkness, flapping its wings and landing on his shoulder.
"No matter what she is going to think about next, at least one thing is for sure," Duncan glanced at Ai and muttered softly as if talking to himself, "Sixth Street, the chapel, these two key pieces of information have been
Entering the sight of Plande Storm Cathedral... No matter what their considerations are, they will definitely launch the highest intensity investigation there."
Duncan's idea is simple and effective - he only needs to lift the lid of the small church in the 6th block, and he only needs to attract the attention of the Deep Sea Church. As for Vanna and the priests behind her, how can they look back and think about other places?
thing, it's completely unimportant.
The largest mobile natural disaster in the boundless sea went directly to the inquisitor in a dream to report that there was heresy and corruption in the city-state. This matter is enough for the priests to think about until they die, but before they die, they will definitely fight against it.
A small church - then they will have to dig out whatever secrets are hidden in the church.
Of course, during this investigation, Fanna may also waste some energy because of the existence of the Lost Home, but this is a matter of details.
Finally, Duncan thought about the work he had done near the end of the dream, and a smile appeared on Duncan's face.
"Want some French fries?" Ai Yi, who was resting on his shoulder, noticed the smile and tilted his head, "Chop it finely to make sauerkraut?"
"...Your language is becoming more and more fragmented," Duncan frowned, "But I can order French fries tomorrow morning. By the way, I can teach Alice how to make some normal food."...
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Fanna suddenly opened her eyes.
There was no light in the room, only the pale and cold light of World Creation entered the bedroom through the window. Under the dim light, the furnishings in the bedroom seemed to be covered with a layer of mottled light and shadow.
His heart was beating violently, and his head seemed to have been stuffed with hot iron bars. The dull pain caused by severe mental loss and high tension kept beating between his temples. The nightgown on his body was already soaked with sweat. At this moment,
It feels cold against the skin and feels extremely uncomfortable.
But these discomforts are nothing compared to the dream that was invaded by pollution.
Fanna sat up from the bed, looked around very cautiously, blinked her eyes slowly, closed her eyes again, and slowly opened them.
Each time, her heart would beat twice violently - she was testing whether she had really gotten rid of the "phantom" of the ghost captain, but she was worried that the other party's figure would appear directly in her field of vision the next second.
It wasn't until she was sure that she had escaped the invasion and that this was the real world that she finally let out a long sigh of relief.
After so many years as an inquisitor, she had rarely been so nervous.
Fanna left the bed and came to the dressing table not far away.
The dressing table stood here intact, with only my own reflection in the mirror.
She stood in front of the mirror for several seconds, as if to confirm every detail in the mirror, and then shook her head vigorously, opened the drawer of the dressing table, and took out a hand drawn with runes of storms and waves.
Small dagger.
Holding the holy weapon, he cut his skin, letting the blood soak into the runes, and then prayed to the Storm Goddess.
During the brief prayer, she heard the gentle sound of the waves ringing in her ears. The goddess's blessing was as always, soothing her restless soul.
After reestablishing contact with the goddess, Fanna finally relaxed - then she neatly changed out of her sweat-soaked pajamas, put on her going out clothes as quickly as possible, and then picked up the clothes placed near the bed.
Giant sword, push the door and leave the room.
Moments later, a private car powered by a steam core
The family car broke the tranquility in the center of the uptown area. Under the bright gas streetlights, Vanna drove straight to the cathedral.
She must tell Bishop Valentine what happened today as soon as possible, as well as the irregularities found in the archives before - the complexity of the matter has far exceeded expectations, and this can no longer be solved simply by relying on the inquisitor.
The incident can be solved.
If necessary, Purander may even need to contact the Storm Cathedral patrolling the Infinite Sea.
Fanna's eyes were firm, her breathing was steady, and her thoughts were clear.
But suddenly, a little hesitation came to mind again.
She recalled the strange scene near the end of that dream.
Whole order of French fries…what on earth does that mean?!