To be honest, Duncan regretted it a little as soon as he said this—he was really afraid that Vanna, an upright girl, would destroy her eyes on the spot......

The young Inquisitor's reaction was beyond his expectations, he had imagined that such a number one villain as he would inevitably arouse Vanna's strong hostility if he took the initiative to appear, but he did not expect her to act so decisively and quickly, and almost in the blink of an eye, she judged the key elements such as dream invasion and mirror medium and carried out targeted confrontation, which was completely different from when she invaded Shirley's dream in the first place.

She even struggles to avoid communicating with herself as an intruder from beginning to end - a "contingency" to prevent the spread of mental contamination in the event of an invasion of dreams.

Facts have proved that the gap between the trained high-level inquisitor and the wild road transcendent raised by the son of a bitch is not a little bit, if it weren't for Duncan's own strength is too weird, and the entire invasion process is completely based on the depths of Vanna's own mind, but any intruder who changes his dishes a little bit, I'm afraid that a photo will be thrown out by this inquisitor by seizing the loophole.

Now, Vana was silent, just looking at the ghost captain who appeared at the center of her field of vision—she hadn't been impulsive enough to destroy her eyes, perhaps because she had realized that the dream had been completely invaded, and ordinary expulsion methods would probably not work.

She closed her eyes, and Duncan was still standing in front of her, standing in the darkness, only looking more gloomy, and his figure seemed uncertain in the reflection of the spirit fire.

"What do you want to do," the young inquisitor began, his voice as cold as a piece of steel, "how did you invade my dreams?"

Her attitude was hostile, but Duncan only found it amused—the Inquisitor's demeanor at the moment was completely different from the polite and peaceful appearance she had when she visited the antique shop.

I don't know how she would react if she knew the truth about the antique shop one day.

"Just to tell you something," Duncan said bluntly, "If you really care about the safety of the city-state, you might as well go to the sixth block and take a look at that chapel." ”

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, it was as if something had pierced a curtain and uncovered a corner of her mind that had been hidden until now, the sixth block, the chapel, these two words were strongly engraved into her mind, making her heart go through a trance.

But compared to this momentary trance, the reality of the dream being polluted by Captain Duncan touched her heart more strongly, and she tried to pray to the goddess in her heart, but the power of the goddess could not penetrate this illusion, and she stared at the "captain" in front of her with vigilance, but could not see any emotional outpouring that could be judged from the gloomy figure.

After a few seconds, she finally gritted her teeth lightly, trying to stay calm and spoke in a deep voice: "You invaded an Inquisitor's dream just to ...... This one? “

"It's up to you," Duncan said lightly, "I'm looking forward to what you're discovering there." ”

He said this, and at the same time, he had begun to feel that his connection to this dream was rapidly becoming unstable.

A strong repulsion force is at work.

He sensed that Vanna was not as quiet as she appeared to be—despite the apparent communication with herself, the young Inquisitor was fighting her own intruder every minute of her willpower, and her mind was so determined that she had struggled to the point of awakening by will!

This made Duncan realize that the exchange must end as soon as possible, and after explaining the necessary information, he should leave a mysterious image and calmly retreat.

He didn't intend to explain too much to the other party, and he didn't expect to be able to explain his friendly position or build the slightest trust with Vanna in a few words - the antagonistic nature between "Captain Duncan" and "Inquisitor of the City-State" was not something that could be solved by lip service, and explaining too much by himself would only appear suspicious, and even divert Fanna's attention from unnecessary directions.

The spirit fire that had spread in the darkness gradually subsided, and Duncan's figure began to slowly recede in Vanna's sight.

But in the last seconds before the connection was about to be interrupted, Vana couldn't help it

He asked, "What exactly are you trying to do with Prand?!"

Duncan looked up in the darkness, and suddenly, a strong evil taste flooded over him.

He stared at the young Inquisitor through the dream, the corners of his mouth slowly turned up, and in the faint green glow of the spirit fire, Vana heard the most outrageous and incomprehensible sentence she had heard since becoming an Inquisitor:

"Hour fries."

The dream collapsed with a bang, and the connection was completely lost.

In the dark space of nothingness and chaos, Duncan stepped back half a step slightly, staring at the starlight that was flickering unsteadily in front of him.

Aye, in the form of a bone dove, flew over in the darkness, flapping her wings and landing on his shoulder.

"Whatever she's going to think about next, at least one thing is for sure," Duncan glanced at Ay and muttered softly as if to herself, "Sixth Block, Chapel, these two key pieces of information have entered the sight of the Storm Cathedral of Plain...... Whatever the reason, they will definitely launch the most intense investigation there. ”

Duncan's idea was simple and effective—he could lift the lid on the chapel in the sixth block, as long as he could draw the attention of the Church of the Deep Sea, and it didn't matter how Vana and the clerics behind her were going back to something else.

The largest mobile scourge on the Boundless Sea directly asked the Inquisitor to report the heretical corruption in the city-state, which was enough for the priests to think about it until they died, but before they thought about it to death, they would definitely put all their milk on that small church—and then they would have to dig up any secrets hidden in the church.

Of course, in the course of this investigation, Vanna may also waste some energy because of the existence of the Lost Country, but this is the minutiae.

Finally, thinking about his work towards the end of the dream, Duncan had a smile on his face.

"Hour fries?" Ayi, who landed on his shoulder, noticed the smile and tilted her head, "Finely cut into cheeks?"

“…… Your language is getting more and more fragmented," Duncan frowned, "but it's okay to order chips on the hour tomorrow morning, and by the way, teach Alice how to make some normal food." “

……

Vanna's eyes snapped open.

There was no light in the room, only the pale and cold light of the Creation of the World entered the bedroom through the window, and in the dim light, the furnishings in the bedroom seemed to be covered with a layer of dappled light and shadow.

The heart was beating violently, the head seemed to be stuffed with hot iron bars, the dull pain caused by the severe loss of mental strength and high tension was constantly beating between the two temples, and the nightdress on the body was already soaked with sweat, and it was cold against the skin at the moment, which was extremely uncomfortable.

But these discomforts were nothing compared to the polluted dreams.

Vanna sat up from the bed, looked around very cautiously, blinked slowly, closed her eyes again, and slowly opened them.

Each time, her heart beat violently twice - she tested whether she had really gotten rid of the "phantom" of the ghost captain, but she was worried that the other person's figure would appear directly in her field of vision in the next second.

It wasn't until she confirmed that she had escaped the invasion and that this was the real world that she finally breathed a long sigh of relief.

After so many years as an inquisitor, she rarely felt so nervous.

Vanna left the bed and walked to the dresser not far away.

The dresser stands here intact, and only its own figure is in the mirror.

She stood in front of the mirror for several seconds, as if to check every detail in the mirror, before shaking her head vigorously and pulling open the drawer of the dresser, from which she pulled out a small dagger with runes depicting storms and waves.

Hand in hand, slice through the skin and let the blood soak through the runes, then pray to the Storm Goddess.

In a brief prayer, she heard the soft sound of the waves ringing in her ears, and the protection of the goddess soothed her restless heart as always.

After reconnecting with the goddess, Vanna finally relaxed—and then she neatly changed out of her sweat-soaked pajamas, changed into her clothes as fast as she could, picked up the greatsword placed near the bed, and pushed the door to leave the room.

Moments later, a private car powered by a steam core

The tranquility of downtown Uptown was shattered by a family car, and under the bright lights of the gas streetlights, Vanna drove straight to the cathedral.

She had to tell Bishop Valentine what had happened today, along with the things she had found out in the archives that were not quite right—things were far more complicated than expected, and this was no longer something that could be solved by the Inquisitors alone.

If necessary, it may even be necessary for Poland to contact the Cathedral of the Storm, which is patrolling the infinite seas.

Vanna's gaze was steadfast, her breathing was steady, and her thoughts were clear.

But suddenly, a little hesitation came to mind.

She recalled the eerie scene near the end of the dream.

Hour fries...... What the hell does that mean?!

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Chapter 167: High-Level Reporting