Morris sat on the first floor of the antique shop, nervously waiting for the time to pass.

Outside the window, the torrential rain was still pouring down, the cold wind was howling, and the sound of the wind and rain had been resisted and weakened by the doors and windows and turned into an even more disturbing strange howl, coming from all directions over and over again like waves crashing against an isolated island in a storm, and beyond the window not far away, the scenery across the street could no longer be seen.

Nina and Shirley also made it to the first floor, and the two girls ran to the window, nervously watching the wind and rain outside, whispering something from time to time.

The mysterious lady named "Alice" didn't seem to be in such a nervous mood at all, she was also looking out the window, but there was only curiosity and pleasure in her eyes, a kind of ...... Maurice couldn't understand the pleasure.

"The scenery in the city-state is really interesting," Alice said suddenly, her abrupt voice inexplicably magnetic and penetrating to the sound of the wind and rain, "but I see that you all seem to be nervous...... Isn't that scary?"

"Miss Alice, aren't you afraid?" Nina heard the commotion and turned her head to ask curiously.

"Don't be afraid, it's funny," Alice smiled and shook her head gently and reservedly, "and Mr. Duncan will solve all problems."

"Miss Alice, do you know what's going on?" Nina bit her lip and asked boldly, she looked into Alice's eyes, at this beautiful lady who had known her uncle for some time, and who seemed to have a good relationship with her uncle, but she had never seen before, "You seem to ...... Do you trust Uncle Duncan?"

"I trust him," Alice said as a matter of course, "I don't know what's going on, Mr. Duncan will fix it anyway."

Her overly frank attitude made Nina speechless for a moment, not knowing how to continue the conversation, and at this moment, an extraordinarily loud thunder exploded right outside the window, and the sudden loud noise startled everyone and interrupted the conversation in the store.

Shirley and Nina subconsciously covered their ears and shrunk their necks, but Morris seemed to feel something after a brief moment of stunnedness, and suddenly looked up at the window.

"Vanna is back......

The old man muttered to himself, then repeated, this time raising his voice, "Vanna is back!"

"The Inquisitor, you say?" Shirley turned her head in surprise when she heard Morris suddenly yell, "What's wrong with that inquisitor? Why don't you come back?"

Maurice ignored Shirley, for he didn't know how to explain it, he just let out a long sigh of relief, and although it was just the confusion and division of memories in his mind that suddenly merged out of thin air, he seemed to see a ray of sunshine on this stormy day, and his whole person settled down.

The old man reached out and picked up the teacup next to him.

At this moment, he even felt that even this cup of tea that was difficult to swallow had become good...... It's a little tasty.

……

The dark green wall of fire faded, and the dimly lit underground sanctuary returned to its former state, except for the last cluster of flames floating silently beside Duncan, allowing him to see the place in the darkness.

Vanna had left "this side" and was now on the other side of the Veil. ….

She was like a striking beacon, clearly outlining Duncan's trajectory through the veil, and Duncan could feel how she had left here—and he could confirm that his idea had been established.

He exhaled softly and looked up at the last place Vanna had been in.

「…… One thing to say, that jump is really scary."

He muttered softly, then turned and walked towards the entrance of the underground sanctuary, near the closed door.

The door had been closed again, and a scarred body was sitting on the ground leaning against it, her body pressed against the door, a long sword in her hand, and scars and blood stains all around her.

In the criss-crossing sword marks, the number "1885" carved by the nun with her last strength is faintly recognizable.

Reincarnation is normal, and the cycle repeats.

History has been solidified here, and Vanna's intervention has not stopped the cycle of this closed time and space from continuing.

While she is indeed powerful, she does not yet have the ability to interfere with the movement of space-time.

Duncan stood silently beside the nun for a moment, then slowly stretched out his hand, and at that moment the nun's body suddenly moved, and she slowly raised her head, her weak eyes stretched out, and stared curiously and bewilderedly at the uninvited guest in front of her.

「…… Oh, as I had judged before, you weren't dead at the moment you were against the gate," Duncan met the nun's gaze in a calm tone, "Is there anything you want to say?"

「…… I had a brief dream in which I dreamed of a battle sister appearing here and she tried to make me rest in this cycle, but she failed," the nun whispered, "...... She's been here, hasn't she?"

"She's done her best, but it's not her area of expertise—now she's back on her battlefield," Duncan bent down and placed his hand lightly on the body of the nun's longsword, a tiny green spark darting across his fingertips, swimming like water over the edge of the sword, "I'll take over the rest."

「…… Are you also the guardian of the city-state?" The nun no longer seemed to have the strength to open her eyes completely, she lowered her eyelids and whispered softly, half-asleep, "I haven't seen you......

"I'm not," Duncan shook his head slightly, "but for now."

The nun seemed to be unable to hear him, her eyelids were completely closed, as if she were slowly stepping into a dream, and at the last moment before this eternal sleep came, her lips moved and she whispered, "...... Please witness ......."

"I testify."

The green flames rose into the air, and as Duncan's words fell, they suddenly swept everything in his sight, the nun and her sword, as well as the surrounding bloodstains, all turned into ashes in the flames, and under his conscious control, all the transcendent powers involved in this place were completely stripped in this incineration.

The flames burned out, not only a corpse, but also the closed cycle of time and space, leaving only a small spark in the dim underground sanctuary to jump on the ground, like a trickle of water swimming in the sword marks, and burned the string of numbers "1885" before finally disappearing.

Duncan waited for this to be over, then shook his head and sighed slightly, and then stepped forward and opened the door to the above-ground structure of the chapel. ….

For the first time since 1885, the door was opened from the inside of the underground sanctuary.

Duncan climbed the stairs and walked up the long staircase to the above-ground part of the chapel, and he walked through the crumbling main hall, through the rows of abandoned benches and ashes, toward the street outside.

The green flames emerged like phantoms, converging and forming in the air around him, spreading and burning all the way out with his steps, and the spirit fire that had been spreading inside the curtain before sensed the approach of its master, resonated, gathered, and began to burn in this chapel.

When Duncan walked out of the door and looked back at the chapel, the entire building was already enveloped in a rainbow of spiritual fire.

And farther in sight, in all corners of the neighborhood, in the neighboring neighborhoods, and even at the end of the city-state, one after another spirit fires were constantly jumping, spreading, and burning, turning into large and small torches, and gradually stretching into patches.

It was all sensing Duncan's appearance on the inside of the veil and suddenly turning into a "activated" spirit fire.

Before you know it, they've spread to such a wide area.

And as the flames burned, Duncan also felt that something was awakening in the city-state—one roar after another, the ashes and soot of the streets and alleys were wriggling, and the crimson flames were rising from everywhere, looking menacing.

Duncan raised his head and looked in a direction deep into the city-state, "I'm only getting nervous now, maybe it's a little late."

……

On the Lost Land, Duncan pushed open the door to the captain's bedroom, and strode to the nautical table, holding his hands on the table and looking at the charts, and said in a low voice: "How far is it from the city-state?"

"Oh, great captain, there are less than two days left," the goathead's earnest voice came at once, "theoretically us

Now it is possible to run into merchant ships or navy patrol ships that run business between the routes of the city-states......

Duncan listened to the goat's chatter and did not interrupt, but silently pondered something, then suddenly got up and left the sailing table, pushed open the door of the captain's quarters, and walked out.

The goat's surprised voice came from behind him, "Ah, what are you going to do, Captain?"

Duncan had already strode out of the captain's cabin, and he walked across the aft deck, up the staircase, to the platform above the captain's cabin, and replied casually in his mind, "I'll take the helm myself."

「…… Be! Captain!"

The goat's head responded loudly, and in the next second, Duncan felt the entire hull of the Lost Ship tremble slightly, and in his perception, the ship seemed to suddenly become "active", and every living part seemed to be refreshed.

And as soon as he grasped the steering wheel, the ship that had been prepared for a long time immediately entered the best state - the translucent spirit sail was further filled, the tight cable trembled in the air, the hull made a low murmur in the crash of the waves, and the sea around the whole ship seemed to be pulled by an inexplicable force, and the layers of waves seemed to be pushing the ship forward!

The speed of the Lost Land increased suddenly.

Feeling the distance between himself and the body in the antique shop shrinking, Duncan exhaled softly.

But suddenly, an inexplicable feeling came back to my heart.

It is a subtle perception of being perceived from afar, of being seen as a "target".

It was as if the moment he took the helm, something suddenly sensed the ship's presence and was heading straight for it.

Duncan frowned, looking in the direction from which the subtle perception had come, and almost at the same moment, he heard the voice of a goat's head ringing in his head:

"Captain, the Sea Mist is near us."

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