The moment Duncan took out the sun amulet, there was a few seconds of silence on the scene - his "own people" floated in the air plainly, bringing more than a dozen pairs of eyes to look at each other unexpectedly and cautiously, and then the tall and thin man who looked like a small boss suddenly lowered his voice and said in a hurried tone: "Put it away!" Beware of having church eyeliner nearby! ”

Does this amulet really work? Is this thing so convincing among the Suncultists?

Duncan's heart was happy, but on the surface, he still maintained a mysterious posture of covering half of his face with an expressionless face, and said lightly while putting away the amulet: "If there is really the eyeliner of the church near here, you such a large group of people gathered together can be more eye-catching than my amulet." ”

As soon as he finished speaking, a bearded man on the opposite side subconsciously spoke: "No, let's get together at most to attract the sheriff and disrupt social order......

"Shut up!" The tall, lanky leader immediately stopped his men's, and then his eyes fell on Duncan, "This is necessary caution - after all, this city is not safe right now. You come over and don't make unnecessary moves. ”

Duncan calmly walked towards the opposite side, and the other party looked him up and down carefully, and after looking at him for a long time, the tall and thin man asked in a low voice, "Are you a believer who lives in this city?" ”

Duncan thought for a moment and nodded, "Yes." ”

The original owner of this body did live in the city, and he now lives in the city, and on these obvious matters he decided to tell the truth.

His plan is very simple, find a way to fish in troubled waters and get together with this group of cultists, and then see if he can find out any news, listen to and ask more questions if he doesn't expose it, and let Ay transform into a pigeon and give them all to the pigeon.

The tall and thin man didn't notice any dangerous thoughts in the heart of the "fellow churchman" in front of him, but immediately asked, "As far as I know, the Deep Sea Church attacked ...... a few days ago."

"The assembly hall in the sewers, where a sun sacrifice was going on, the ritual got out of hand, and we lost a lot of people - but I escaped," Duncan said without any psychological burden, watching the reactions of the Suncultists around him, he could feel that the tension on these people had obviously relaxed, and only the tall, thin little leader in front of him remained cautious, "There were three other people who escaped with me, but we were separated, and now I can't contact the church at all—until I meet you." The sun gave me guidance. ”

The tall and thin man hummed noncommittally, and then his gaze fell on Duncan's shoulder: "What is this?" ”

"My pet," Duncan said casually, "can't you see?" It's just an ordinary pigeon. ”

Ay shook his head at the right time, making a loud "cooing" sound.

"This pigeon has such a loud voice...... the tall and thin man seemed to have finally relaxed his vigilance, probably subconsciously thinking that the guys who abide by the rules and regulations of the church will not have the habit of running around the city with a bird, he nodded, "Come with me, it's not safe to talk outside." ”

Duncan breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, and he felt that the first step of fishing in troubled waters seemed to have been successful.

He then followed the cultists deeper down the alley.

The alley was deeper than he had imagined, and it seemed to lead to the darkest forgotten hinterland of the dilapidated city, where a group of cultists led Duncan on his way, passing through a system of old pipes that constantly emitted steam, through sewage-ridden paths, and finally into a cluster of low, dilapidated buildings, and the deeper he went, the darker and more dilapidated side of the thriving steam capital revealed to Duncan.

He thought that the place where he and Nina lived was already the city's low-level neighborhood, but now he suddenly realized that the slumbered antique shop was actually a "decent place" in the lower city.

Most of the dilapidated houses lining the road were lifeless and looked to have been abandoned for some time, but a few seemed to be staring in the shadows, either numb or gloomy, as if homeless people were hiding in this forgotten city, indifferent to the uninvited guests who had intruded into it.

But eventually, these gloomy glances were quickly retracted—the tall and thin man was carrying a dozen or so men, apparently enough to make the wanderers here fearful.

"See, this is the most prosperous city-state in the Infinite Sea, Plant," the man in black who had first caught Duncan's attention muttered, as if to say to himself, as if to Duncan, "it's the same everywhere, it's the same in Rensa, it's the same in Cold Harbor, and even in the Elves' Light Haven, which claims to be the 'Promised Land of Peace and Justice'...... They claim that the so-called 'sun' shines fairly on the world and brings light order to all things, but how much sunshine is there in these gutters? ”

Duncan didn't respond, but just glanced up, and he saw the steam and fuel pipes spreading from the upper and industrial districts crisscrossing the buildings overhead, huge valves and rectifying structures entrenched above the low, dilapidated buildings around them like many bizarre beasts, and the sunlight spilled through the cracks in these pipes, leaving the sewage between the buildings to emit an unpleasant odor.

Much of that sewage is the condensation of steam from nearby pipes, and as the city operates, it is mixed with chemicals from factories and accumulates in downtown downtown, day after day.

It doesn't take long to live in the city, Duncan can roughly guess how this "urban abscess" appeared.

Duncan silently glanced at the indignant man in black, his expression still indifferent.

Whether they were seduced by the children of the sun or persecuted by a harsh life, there was a reason why these cultists were born—but so what?

The cultists, who thought they had been forced to live in the gutters by the city-state, eventually came to the lower city to capture the helpless poor and sacrifice them alive—none of the ragged people in the cave were decent people in the upper city.

As a "foreigner" who didn't know enough about the world, Duncan didn't feel the need to say much about the city-state, but at least as a former sacrifice, he felt that these cultists were not a thing.

In silence, he finally arrived at the stronghold of these cultists.

The base is in the basement of an abandoned factory.

These cultists who burrow in the gutters always seem to have a way of finding a suitable gutter to transform into their gathering place, or the thriving steam capital already has countless gutters suitable for breeding some dark and profane things.

A group of people crossed the half-collapsed courtyard wall on the periphery of the factory and opened the iron door to the underground structure, Duncan had planned to observe the situation in the factory and satisfy his curiosity about the "steam age", but he did not find a chance, he was directly taken to a staircase that sloped to the underground, and came to the "secret base" of the cultists.

It used to be a factory warehouse, or it could have been a mechanical room or something, but now it was apparently emptied, and all that was left of the vast space was the remaining plumbing system on the roof and the gas lamps on the walls that could no longer be lit—the dark space was dangerous, and even the cultists knew it, so they lit whale grease fuel oil lamps all over the ground, and under the light of the large number of oil lamps, Duncan saw that there were still a dozen cultists gathered here.

After the church had devastated a sacrificial ground, so many sun worshippers gathered? Where did these cultists come from? Could it be like mushroom moss, but whenever there is a gutter, it grows on its own?

Duncan looked at the figures gathered in the wide basement with some surprise, and the cultists were also looking at him, the stranger who suddenly appeared, with curiosity and wariness, and then the tall and thin man walked over, and several strong-looking and tall cultists followed closely behind, standing around Duncan.

Duncan frowned: "What, after coming in, I have to search again?" I didn't know there was such a rule. ”

"If you're really the eyeliner of the church, there's no use in searching your body," said the tall and thin man, pulling a strip of cloth from his bosom and handing it to Duncan, "Relax, a more rigorous verification, just a necessary caution—we've lost a lot of our compatriots over the years for a variety of reasons." Take it and read it after me. ”

Duncan glanced at the object handed over to him, and saw that it was a dirty strip of cloth, even like something torn from old clothes, and there were black-brown stains on its surface, like dried blood.

This is another prop for the followers of the sun to verify their compatriots?

Duncan was a little surprised in his heart, and sighed that this is really worthy of a group of professionals who have been hunted down all day long, although the combat effectiveness is not much, but the skills of external defense and internal defense of internal ghosts are indeed full.

Then he took the hand, and heard the tall and thin man begin to mumble in a low voice: "In the name of the sun, may the light of the Lord shine ......."

Duncan immediately felt very familiar—he had heard a cultist talk to him about this not long ago!

The cultist had given him an amulet.

Duncan raised his finger silently, and a cluster of green flames seeped into the seemingly ordinary strip of cloth in his hand, and then he recited the prayers with a straight face and the tall and thin man in front of him.

The strip of cloth that seemed to be soaked in blood was honestly in his hand, and it looked unresponsive.

The tall and thin man's gaze fell on the strip of cloth, and after a long time, he finally nodded slightly, and said with a smile as he reached out and withdrew the strip from Duncan's hand, "Welcome back to the glory of the Lord, fellow man." ”