Duchamp had a speculative conversation with Professor Walker Bergmann, who not only gave him some monitoring data, but also warmly welcomed everyone to a dinner with the others in the church. At dinner, people came back one after another, and there were more than 20 people in total, half of whom were personnel from the Qiyao Church.

"Did you encounter any monsters along the way from the wilderness?" The clergy were concerned about this issue.

"I encountered some at night, but they were all things that the body did not condense into substance, and they broke up after a few more fights." Fried replied.

"These are the new transfiguration creatures that have emerged after the cataclysm, and it takes a lot of effort to purify them, and the purpose of this sanctuary and the resident priests is to guide the innocent spirits of the undead into the kingdom of heaven and to purify those dangerous creatures. You still have to be careful in the wilderness, there are some transmog creatures that have a very strong ability to manipulate people's hearts. However, after so many years of hard work, at least the vicinity of the old capital has been cleaned up. It's safe here. The bishop reminded solemnly.

The crowd nodded. Walker again suggested to the bishop that the guests wanted to visit the site of the disaster, and the bishop frowned and said, "It was forbidden to enter. But after all these years, that place is worthless, and it is a survivor who escaped the disaster, so let's visit it from afar. Remember not to get close, there is no protection near the pit, and if you fall down, you will die. ”

Fried thanked the bishop for his permission, and Walker found them an empty house on the side of the church. Fried didn't sleep, staring at the city through the window.

At first glance, Du Shang thought that the uncle was very cool, but after watching too much, he felt very tired from posing all the time, and fell asleep early.

The next day, they went to the outskirts of the old capital to see the big pit that the bishop had mentioned. As he walked, Fried introduced that this was originally a park in Halyaske, and many people came to play on weekends.

"Before the park, what was it? The Grand Duke's private garden or the palace? Duchamp asked.

Fried said in surprise: "How can you think that, it seems that it was indeed the palace used by the Grand Duke for hunting, but it has been a park open to the public for a hundred or two hundred years. ”

When Duchamp heard the news, he snorted coldly in his heart, and said: "It seems that the Grand Duke does have something to do with this place, please retell the events of that night again, and we can find ideas."

The three of them chatted as they slowly walked towards the big pit. One of the priests, who was present at the dinner last night, was already waiting at the scene, and he cautiously reminded: "You can already see the scene from here, and if you take a hundred steps further, do not go forward, and beware of falling, the ground is very hard." ”

Duchamp and Fried and the others, without waiting for the priest to remind them, had already seen the pit and the surrounding land.

It's been turned into a glass floor, and it's a miracle not to mention how it came to be. Within a few hundred sub-moments, the earth turned into translucent crystals, and it seemed that the molecular formula of the salt had undergone some kind of transformation.

Duchamp and Fried slowly walked around to the other side of the pit, and he took out a bottle of water and poured it on the ground, the water could no longer melt the hard crystals. Duchamp tested the hardness of the ground with his hands, and felt that the sapper shovel should not pry the ground. He frowned, looked around, found a former guardrail that had been crystallized, took out his knife, and gestured to make a gesture to split, but he was afraid of hurting the blade.

"What are you going to do?" Fried asked.

"It's a rare opportunity to collect a piece of specimen."

"Then I'll do it." Fried said, taking the sword and reminding him, "The knife in your hand, when swinging, try to infuse the power of Qiyao into it. As he spoke, he raised his knife with both hands, and a light gradually glowed on the blade. A knife light that was difficult to catch with the naked eye fell, and the crystal fell in response.

"It's amazing, it's amazing!" Duchamp heartily cheered.

He picked up the strange specimen and was about to put it in his backpack when he suddenly looked stunned for a moment, and then proposed, "We should pray for the dead." ”

Fried thought so, and began to pray earnestly with Goethe over the pit.

Duchamp looked at the priest in the distance, and his attention was even more relaxed. He took a comept and pulled out the player's manual and began to look at the extra tasks.

In the prestige quest, a new quest has been added to the page "Relief for the Victims of Nosampuria".

"Exploring the causes of the catastrophe:

The ground beneath your feet has changed in an incredible way, even beyond what common sense can imagine. Find the reason for the land mutation, and reward an additional 5 skill points, 3000 world reputation points, and a random reward. ”

Duchamp frowned, the reward for this task was not high, but in Duchamp's opinion, it felt more difficult than giving relief to the victims.

Of course, he knew the reason for the occurrence of the salt disaster, and that was because a super-large ancient relic 'Salt Hang' suddenly appeared here, and then assimilated everything around it into salt. But the player's manual clearly isn't expecting this answer.

So, what's the answer? Who released the Salt Hang? Or is it the principle of Salt Hang? If it's the latter, it's too much trouble. In the aftermath of the disaster, it is said that only a small piece remained, which was carefully preserved by the Seven Jewels Church. Moreover, it is said that there is no object in the world that can hold the Hanghang of salt, and carbon-based creatures like humans will turn into a sculpture of salt when they touch it. The Church used an ancient relic to make it hang in the air so that it could be preserved.

Duchamp frowned, turned on the radar, and began to scan.

The radar showed nothing unusual, which was not what Duchamp had expected.

He thought about it, took out the treasure hunting mouse Xiao Ash again, and let it out. Ash surveyed his surroundings and climbed straight down to a scaffold on the edge of the pit. Duchamp was overjoyed, it seemed that there was goods below.

After a while, when Fried and the others had finished praying, but Ash did not turn around, Duchamp could not help but feel anxious, and thought of a clumsy excuse that he wanted to paint here and record the scene.

He found a pavilion, opened the large bag he was carrying, flipped through it, secretly took out a sketchbook and a box of colored pencils, and solemnly began to draw.

"What to draw? The scene of the big white bowl in front of me must not have any famous painting in my mind that can correspond to it. ”

Duchamp pretended to be an idea, but in fact, he flipped through his father's oil albums and really found a suitable one.

"Picasso, abstraction, quack, that's him."

Fried and Goethe thought that Duchamp would be done with a simple sketch, but after a while, they saw that Duchamp was seriously sketching and coloring. The two of them looked at the child-like style of painting and the inexplicable theme, and they were both impatient.

Duchamp looked at Goethe's impatient expression and said, "Go and wander elsewhere, I estimate that this painting will take several hours, and when I finish painting, I will go straight back to the church." ”

Fried nodded, and advised, "I happened to take Goethe to visit the barracks where he used to stay, and don't run around when you return to the city." "I went elsewhere with Goethe.