The battle in the alley was fierce but short. Only a few minutes had passed from the time the whereabouts of the two cultists were exposed to the end of the battle. But Fanna believed that the noise caused in these few minutes was enough to attract the night watch guards.
Already.
Of course, she is not afraid of the frost guardians either in terms of position or strength - but at this time, she has no intention of causing trouble.
And just when she was thinking about how to signal to Duncan who had entered the building, the dark door happened to open.
The figures of Duncan and Morris appeared in the light.
The next second, Duncan quickly walked towards the alley where Vanna and Alice were. Maurice turned around and closed the door while sketching patterns like ancient characters on the door, as if to pay homage to the wisdom.
God prays to exert some supernatural power.
"I noticed the movement outside," Duncan came to Vanna and the two of them, raised his head and glanced at the situation in the alley, frowned slightly and asked quickly, "What happened?"
"As expected, there are indeed Annihilation cultists paying attention to this place - Alice noticed their traces, and we had a brief fight," Vanna immediately replied, "Both heretics are dead, and no one has escaped.
But the noise of the battle may have attracted the attention of the defenders, and they will arrive soon."
"Did Alice notice it?" Duncan first glanced at the puppet lady next to him in surprise, and then noticed the weirdness in Vanna's expression. He realized that the situation just now might be far more complicated than imagined, but he did not ask.
He just nodded quickly, "Don't talk so much now, prepare to transfer."
"I have eliminated the traces we left," said Morris, who had also finished the aftermath and walked over. "Garoni will forget the past twenty-four hours after she wakes up, even if a skilled psychiatrist searches her memory.
, it shouldn’t be possible to restore much.”
"Ah, very good."
Duncan nodded slightly. He actually didn't care much about hiding his whereabouts, but it certainly wouldn't be bad if there were fewer people to disturb him in the early stages of the operation.
Then, he raised his hand and waved in the darkness.
The sound of flapping wings broke the tranquility in the night. The white dove that was staying on the roof of a nearby building quickly flew over. The next second, the green flames flashed through the alley, leaving only the sound of flapping wings.
Fading away in the night.
Calm returned to the streets again - it took a few more minutes before a series of hurried footsteps and the flickering light of a lantern appeared on the distant streets.
…
Ai didn't go too far - in fact, it just flew a block away and found a foothold near an old factory.
It is an uninhabited tin hut.
The tin hut is next to the old factory. The window of the house is broken with a small hole. Ai got into the house through the hole. With the sudden rise of the spiritual flame, the figures of Duncan and four others appeared in the hut.
.
Fanna looked around for the first time and saw thick dust falling in the old hut. There was a wooden bed and simple tables and chairs in the corner, and some debris piled up on the other side of the house. The cold wind was howling outside the house, and the windows nearby
The hole in the top made a strange whining sound in the wind.
"It is for the maintenance personnel of the pump room to take a temporary rest. Usually no one comes to stay outside the maintenance period. Although I don't know when the maintenance period here is, at least today it is a temporary resting place," Fan
As Na spoke, she came to the window and looked outside through the dirty glass. The old factory not far away stood silently in the night. You could clearly see the lights in the factory area and hear the sound of the machines in the factory running.
The voice said, "The factory is still operating. There must be priests in such factories that work around the clock. If extraordinary battles occur in nearby neighborhoods, the alert level of such factories will also be raised accordingly."
"It's not a big problem, just don't light the lamp. They can't sense the smell here anyway," Duncan said casually, "We'll wait here until dawn before taking action - is that okay?"
As he spoke, he looked at the three people in his sight.
Alice is a cursed doll, Vanna is a beautiful young warrior, and even Mr. Morris, who looks the weakest, is an extraordinary person with many magical powers. In terms of strength, there is no need to worry about them, but in this northern country
The cold winter nights in the city-state may not be so friendly to an elderly gentleman.
"Don't worry," Maurice obviously noticed Duncan's gaze. He smiled and raised his hand to draw the sacred runes given by Lachem, the God of Wisdom. "Until the past two years, I often explored those
Ancient ruins and cursed ruins are located on the edge of dangerous seas. The environment there is far more difficult than here - academic research is never an easy job, especially when dealing with history."
Duncan thought for a while and felt that the old gentleman was right.
Historians and folklorists in this world are indeed very hard-core professions - even stay-at-home scholars must have a few tricks up their sleeves. After all, they will be talking to what they are studying every now and then.
Come on, those cursed books and possessed relics will not just lie in the display room.
What's more, Morris is a well-rounded scholar - he is probably full of free fighting and wild survival before studying history...
"We can actually contact Captain Tirian's informants in this city," Fanna said at the side. "They should be able to help arrange accommodation and provide intelligence..."
"I will contact them, but not now," Duncan waved his hand, and then his expression became slightly serious, "From today on, anyone who comes into contact with Hanshuang must be carefully screened, including those mentioned by Tirian.
Those 'informants'."
Fanna was startled, then realized something: "You confirmed that 'Brown Scott'..."
"It's a deep-sea replica, and it has self-disintegrated. We were a step late and only found some clues left by him," Duncan said, shaking his head, "But this was something we had basically expected before. Other than that,
In addition, we also met a female apprentice in that house who was in a state of cognitive and memory confusion - she was an ordinary person."
Fanna's expression suddenly became serious.
"That is Brown's student, named Garoni - in her memory and cognition, the relevant parts of her mentor's death in the shipwreck have been completely deleted," Morris on the side said, "And according to the captain and I
Based on my judgment, this situation... may not be the only one in the entire Hanshuang."
"Since more than half a month ago, Tirian has been receiving strange and contradictory intelligence. The intelligence sometimes mentioned that Hanshuang had a phenomenon of 'return of the dead', and sometimes said that it was all rumors. The so-called dead were actually
He has been a normal resident of Frostbite from the beginning. Sometimes, this kind of completely contradictory information will even be sent from the same informant." Duncan took over Morris's words and continued, "In the beginning,
Tirian believed that this was because the Frost authorities were controlling the news, and that the church was taking action to weaken the impact of the strange events on the residents, but now it seems... this is most likely caused by cognitive confusion."
"Captain Tirian's informants are all over the frost... You mean, this is cognitive and memory pollution covering the entire city-state?!" Vanna realized the seriousness of the matter, "Then in this city-state now...
"
"No one can tell how many are replicas and how many are genuine. And this is the second priority. After all, replicas cannot escape my eyes. I can tell them apart quickly when I meet them. The most troublesome thing is those that have already been
Abnormal ordinary people..." Duncan said, paused, and then shook his head after thinking briefly, "In short, the informants Tirian left in this city are no longer so reliable, and some of them may have been replaced.
, maybe someone’s cognition has been distorted, or some people may even be the informants of the Annihilation Cult... Be cautious when contacting them.”
Fanna nodded solemnly - but in her eyes, a happy look emerged little by little.
In the cold and mysterious northern city-state, the residents of the city-state are constantly being replaced. The informants who were once inserted are no longer reliable, and those seemingly normal and harmless ordinary citizens are gradually experiencing memory and cognitive contamination, and untrustworthy voices are filling the entire city.
In this city, pollution spreads beneath the surface——
Which is great because everything comes back to her area of expertise.
Root out heresy and purify pollution.
She began to understand Pope Helena's other motive for sending her to the Lost Home.
Already having the vision of a peaceful night, Purender no longer needs her as a judge, but as long as she follows the Lost Home, she will always have a stage to show off her talents.
Duncan looked at Vanna strangely.
"Is it my imagination? Why do you feel that your mood suddenly improved?"
"Ah, I just think that I can continue to eradicate heretics, and I feel a little happy."
Duncan opened his mouth, and for a moment he didn't know how to evaluate the young judge, but he soon focused on another thing.
He looked at the distracted puppet standing nearby.
"I've finished talking about the progress of Morris and I, it's time to talk about the situation on your side."