The information known during this time was written down by Duncan on paper one by one, and the lines were connected to each other according to the degree of relevance, and these clues were interspersed with Nina and Shirley's memories of the fire, as well as their respective apparently alienated "dreams".

And after listing all the clues, Duncan started another line at the end of the chart, he frowned and fell into deep thought, and wrote a few words in his thoughts.

First, in this world, everything except subspace can be "polluted".

Second, the reality of this world is built on the foundation of instability, space is unstable, time is unstable, and even reality is not necessarily as unshakable as human perception begins.

Thirdly, the forces of the subspace have invaded Prand! The vision in the chapel of the sixth block is proof of this—the fragment of the sun eleven years ago is probably not the most critical link in the whole affair at all, person-wise...... Subspace is more likely to contribute to Plant's current anomaly!

Duncan put down the pen in his hand and looked at the three things he had written—not clues, but "premises" and "conclusions" that had a great deal to do with Plant's current situation.

His gaze fell on the first one, the shortest one, which was the basis of everything, and the "inspiration" for this one came from a sentence he overheard when he went to the city-state bank to open an account.

He thought for a moment, picked up the pen next to him, and drew a line on this content, connecting to one of the clues above—the church in the sixth block, which was in a state of time and space lockdown.

Contamination begins in the church, which takes on the form of temporal and spatial distortion and the superposition of different "worldlines", and its pollution level is so high that even the Goddess of Storm's monitoring of reality is affected...... So how exactly is this pollution achieved? Contaminated ...... Is it really just the church itself?

He remembered what he had said when he said goodbye to Shirley - this matter should be a little bigger, but ordinary citizens are not enough to report it.

For a moment's thought, Duncan smiled and then turned his head to look at the pigeon pacing on the windowsill.

The pigeon suddenly stopped and stared at Duncan: "Murderous!"

Duncan didn't pay any attention to it, and snapped his fingers.

A cluster of dark green flames erupted from the compass on Ae's chest, the compass opened, the pointer rotated, and the boundary between reality and illusion instantly blurred, Duncan's eyes flickered, and he had already entered the state of spiritual walking, and the familiar dark and chaotic space and the billions of starlight filled with space appeared in his eyes.

He stood still in the depths of the darkness, took a light breath to calm his mood, and then followed a subtle ray of perception towards a little starlight not far away.

He came to the starlight, and without actually touching it, he had already clearly sensed the mind of the young inquisitor—the heart of Vanna on the other side of the orange starlight.

Duncan could clearly feel that his connection to Vanna had grown stronger than he had when he first discovered it—the last time she and Heidi visited the antique shop, they had strengthened their connection, and those strengthened connections could now come in handy.

Duncan turned his head to look at the darkness beside him, and the spirit form of Ay was spinning in a bored circle in mid-air, noticing the sight of the "master", the bird immediately leaned closer: "Who is calling the fleet?"

"Remember how we connected to Shirley's mind last time?"

Ay thought for a moment and tilted her head: "Gotta add money!"

"It's going to be a little more difficult this time, after all, the other party is a devout saint, and his heart should be firmer than Shirley's, and it may also attract the attention of the Storm Goddess," Duncan nodded slightly, but still slowly stretched out his finger, getting closer to the cluster of starlight, "But now that the connection between me and Vana has been strengthened, it shouldn't be a problem if we only have a superficial communication without doing anything to disrupt it." ”

"After all, this is just a righteous complaint from a zealous captain."

In the next second, his fingertips touched the starlight.

The cascading sound of illusory waves seemed to come from an infinite distance, but it was fleeting, and Duncan felt himself in contact with a mind before he even had time to notice the presence of the waves.

……

Vanna rubbed her eyes, lowered her head, and saw that she was holding a thick file in her hand, and she looked up again, and saw that she was sitting in the room, in front of her own dresser, and in the mirror of the dresser, her slightly tired face was reflected.

A moment of trance floated from the bottom of her mind, but soon she shook her head and remembered what she was doing.

She continued her investigation of heretical cults in the city-state of Perland prior to 1889 - after leaving the archives, she borrowed some of the documents from the old priest in charge of the guard, and brought them back to her home.

While in the Archives, she and the old priest discovered the anomaly of missing information in 1885, but in the end they were unable to find the missing information, an unusual event that alerted her to the fact that as an Inquisitor specializing in heresies, this would become one of the focuses of her investigation.

Arrange for the clerical priests to consult the files in the other archives of the city-state, to go to the town hall to extract the security reports for the corresponding year, and to arrange for the guardian team to visit and monitor the places where heresy has occurred in that year, and consult with the bishop of Valentine to see if he can get further instructions from the goddess......

Vanna had a rough follow-up plan in mind, and before this series of actions could begin, she had to complete a summary of all the heretical cults between 1886 and 1889.

She glanced at the sky outside, and saw that the Creation of the World hung high in the night sky, and a pale glow sprinkled through the city-state.

She lowered her head again, and saw that the thick file in her hand had just been halfway through it, perhaps because of the eye fatigue caused by the long reading time, and the text on it seemed a little blurry.

Wait, no!

Vanna reacted suddenly, then slammed the file in her hand and turned her head to look out the window.

It's midnight, the most influential time of the creation of the world - it's an extremely dangerous time to read books, even specially trained treasurers would avoid reading any words for an hour at midnight, not to mention that she now has a dangerous historical document borrowed from the archives!

Professional clergy do not make such mistakes...... This is not reality, it is my own dream, a dream that is being influenced!

Vanna's eyes flickered, and the moment she realized that the dream had been invaded, she began to look for traces of the intruder from her surroundings, and the next second, she saw the presence of the intruder-

On the dressing table in front of her, in the oval vanity mirror surrounded by patterns, a gloomy and majestic man stood silently in the darkness, an illusory green flame burning quietly at the edge of the mirror.

The figure looked at Vana calmly through the mirror, and only after seeing Vana look up did she reveal a faint smile, and a deep voice came from the mirror: "Good night, Vanna, first time we met - but I've been watching you for a long time, you can call me ......"

"Captain Duncan!" Before the words fell in the mirror, Vana had already reacted suddenly, and then the trained inquisitor had already jumped two meters after jumping, and at the same time kicked the round stool that was in the way, and then as soon as she landed, she forcibly concentrated again, and pulled out her giant sword that she never left her body out of thin air, and directly picked it up as a jump!

Duncan: "...?!"

With a loud bang, the entire dresser shattered, the mirror was directly smashed into pieces by the huge force, and Duncan's phantom turned into scattered light and shadow in front of Vanna's eyes.

Shattered glass shards fell to the ground with a clatter, and Vanna clenched the greatsword in her hand, staring around like a lioness in a fighting state, while she began to whisper prayers and began to try to use the mental self-control skills she had trained on a daily basis to break free from this tainted dream and forcibly awaken herself.

But just as she felt like she was about to touch the real world, the deep and majestic voice rang out again—and it came into her ears repeatedly:

"I was a little surprised by your reaction."

Vanna's eyes widened suddenly, and she looked in the direction where the voice came from, only to see the shards of the vanity mirror that had spilled all over the room.

On the surface of each shard, illusory flames began to rise silently, and inside each shard, there was a Captain Duncan standing silently in the darkness.

This legendary horror, the moving scourge of the infinite sea, is looking at Vana who is on guard with a little helplessness.

"Relax, kid, I just wanted to talk to you about something," came the voices of a thousand Captain Duncan, shaking Vanna's will, "it's about Prand......"

"Is it a mirror...... the young inquisitor whispered to himself suddenly.

Duncan: "Huh?"

Vanna didn't answer, but suddenly lowered the tip of the greatsword diagonally to the ground, and then slammed her fist into the sword!

A loud bang exploded, and the powerful impact turned into a controlled sound wave, reverberating in the room, and in the next second, all the smooth mirrors in the room turned into powder, and there was no mirror left!

The room fell silent, and Vana exhaled softly, slowly standing up straight.

She saw Captain Duncan standing silently in front of her.

No matter how she blinked or moved her gaze, Captain Duncan stood quietly in the center of her field of vision, looking into her eyes.

"You're not guessing accurately, it's not a mirror, it's everything smooth as a mirror," Captain Ghost's gloomy and majestic voice came straight into her head, "Now, I'm in your lens. ”