Order in Breezehaven is rapidly being restored - although the scope of the Nameless Dream is far greater than the previous two crises of Perand and Frost, it is precisely because of the peculiarity of the Nameless Dream that it has minimal impact on the real world after the "dream" has subsided.

Cities that were once swallowed up are back in the real world, neighborhoods that were once covered and replaced by nightmares have been restored to their original state, and the sky-filled fires of the Nightmares of the Old Gods have not spread to anyone's heads—and when a new day comes, the frontier city has returned to its former form.

Of course, it cannot be said that this incident has no impact on Qingfeng Harbor.

People still remember the scene when the nightmare hit, the large number of citizens needed to be pacified, and the whole incident needed a proper ending and interpretation; There are a large number of people who have short-term memory impairment and visual and auditory hallucinations after "waking up", although they do not reach the level of causing extraordinary pollution, but they must also involve a psychiatrist; More ordinary people are affected by tiredness, lethargy, and inexplicable heart palpitations, which are the sequelae of the spirit being extracted and consumed by the nightmare of the ancient gods, and it is not known how long it will take to recover.

At 99 Crown Street in Breezy Harbor, in the Witch's Mansion, Duncan was sitting by the large floor-to-ceiling windows in the lobby on the first floor, looking across the street through the windows.

Steam walkers belonging to the academy are patrolling the streets, uniformed knowledge guards and sheriffs are checking the city for missed "dream remnants", and staff sent by the government department are knocking on doors to confirm the status of residents, registering "mentally impaired people" in need of help, or taking people in serious conditions to a nearby psychological support room for treatment.

“…… I've been to see Sarah Mel just now, and the situation in the city is better than expected, so there should be nothing to worry about - my brother will surely envy the state of Breezehaven after the incident, the frost has made him anxious at the time. ”

Lucretia stood beside Duncan, talking about what she had just confirmed outside.

"I also met Master Taran El and the Keeper of Truth, who had returned to the real world. The former's condition is not bad, but he is a little sluggish and has a nervous breakdown, but anyway, his state is usually like that, and his vital signs are stable even if he is successful......

"The latter was sent to the hospital - in fact, it was not a big deal, it was just a gastrointestinal upset, and the burden on his digestive system caused by pouring a large bottle of blood crow mixture far exceeded the mental damage......"

Duncan listened to Lucy's report on the situation for a while, and said casually, "I can go and see the 'Truth Keeper' when I have time, he knows about the activities of the Lost on the border a hundred years ago, and I want to talk to him about this." ”

Lucretia nodded, and just then, a knock came from the hallway, interrupting Duncan's communication with her.

Morris, who was reading a book near the door, got up to open the door, and after a few words with the visitor at the door, the sound of the door closing.

"It's the staff from the Department of State," Morris said as he walked over to Duncan and Lucrecia, "and they're counting the mental health of the residents and asking if anyone in the house needs psychological assistance." ”

Duncan glanced up at Lucrecia with a strange expression, and the latter spread his hands: "Not everyone knows about the 'Witch's Mansion', especially the grassroots civil servants who have been urgently transferred from other urban areas during the special period - they are already overwhelmed by their daily work, how can they have time to learn about a house full of strange stories." ”

Duncan shrugged and turned to look at Morris, "How did you answer?" ”

"I told him that the people in this house were in good spirits, and that I was especially healthy," said Morris casually, "but the Lachem insignia in his hand to detect mental pollution suddenly burned down—I don't think anyone would disturb the house after that." ”

"A new weird story." Duncan turned his head and said to Lucrecia.

"Avoiding unnecessary socializing," Lucrecia said with a good look, "a good thing." ”

Duncan smiled, looked out the window again, and after quietly admiring the street scene that was gradually returning to its daily life and vitality, he finally broke the silence thoughtfully: "The incident in Breeze Harbor is over...... It's time to deal with some of the 'legacy issues' as well. ”

Lucrecia blinked, "You mean ......"

"Is the rabbi still on that ship?"

“…… I see, I'm going to check on the 'lair' first. ”

……

Richard felt a little cold.

Ever since he was last evacuated from that Nameless Dream, he had been feeling chills in his body from time to time, as if the blood in his veins was dwindling and stopped flowing, as if his body was no longer able to produce enough heat—not even an extra layer of clothing, or even a quilt in the room.

He didn't understand what was going on, he already had a lot of warm cotton, but he couldn't stop the heat from losing from his body - this "abnormality" made him a little upset.

He asked the rabbi about it, and the rabbi didn't give him an answer, just told him to be patient.

Thankfully, there's still a lot to do, and Richard can focus his attention elsewhere for the time being.

The ship is sailing towards the vast sea, sailing on a "secret route" far from all the main shipping lanes, which, by order of the saints, are now far from the so-called "civilized world" and will arrive at the supply port near the border in a few days.

During this time, the believers on the ship took the time to clean up the various "arrangements" left over from their previous actions, including resetting the runes in the assembly hall, resealing the "Dream Skull", and readjusting the concealment of the ship to further hide its "breath".

Richard, along with several of his compatriots, examined the runes and "relics" on the lower decks.

"The saints say these symbols block the sun's followers' perception of the ship," Dumont muttered beside him, "...... I hope these things really work. ”

"After all, we withdrew from the operation at a critical moment - for those 'allies,' it should be considered a betrayal," Richard said casually, followed by some confusion, "but then again...... What was going on that would make the saints decide to terminate the operation in such a hurry? How effective is what the last preacher said? ”

"I don't know," Dumont shook his head, "but the saint must have his own considerations, and he could see the shadow of fate, presumably the great danger of the dream of the Nameless......

Speaking of this, Dumont suddenly stopped, and then quickly looked left and right, and then lowered his voice and leaned into Richard's ear: "Actually, I suddenly felt ...... This may have been a trap from the start, and the so-called 'Dream of the Nameless' contains unimaginable dangers, and we were right to get out of it in time, the Followers of the Sun may not be in a good situation by now. ”

Noticing Dumont's seriousness, Richard also subconsciously looked around and muttered, "Why do you say that?" ”

"It's been a while since we've 'evacuated' early," Dumont looked up, looking at the ominous glow between the roof and the walls, "that 'Son of the Sun' hasn't been caught up on the ship yet - frankly, I don't think these runes are enough to hold back an Old God token. ”

Richard was stunned for a moment, and finally gradually reacted.

He shouldn't have been so slow, he was sharper than Dumont most of the time - but at some point, his thinking and reflexes were much slower than they used to.

It was as if it was only now that he realized that something might have happened to the "Sun Heir" under Dumont's reminder.

“…… You're saying that the Sun Heir is dead? Killed by the Nameless One's Dream? There was a hint of nervousness in Richard's tone, and he whispered uneasily, "There shouldn't be any power in the earthly world that can kill an 'heir', is it the dream ......?"

"It could have been done by 'his' followers, or even 'him' himself," Dumont muttered, "and you know who." ”

Richard immediately closed his mouth and did not continue on the topic.

Don't talk about it any more, or the ghost captain will cast his eyes on the place in a reckless verbal remark, and the shadow of the Lost will emerge from the night, carrying everyone with it in a thick fog.

Everyone who sails on the boundless seas has grown up listening to such stories.

But Richard was a little curious-

He knows the power of the Sun Heirs, even if they are placed in all the "Heirs" types, they are also the most powerful one, they are directly born in the sea of fire of the Black Sun, and they are the essential derivation of the ancient gods, if it were not for the fact that the reality dimension was blocked and protected by the four gods, resulting in the Sun Heirs could only appear in the real world in the form of projections at most, and the complete power of their bodies was even enough to destroy a city-state in a short period of time - that kind of power, even powerful saints could not compete with.

Is that "Captain Ghost" really that strong?

The cold rose from the bottom of his heart again, and Richard suddenly became excited, and quickly controlled his cranky thoughts, lest his "thinking" also attract a dangerous gaze from the darkness.

At the same time, he heard Dumont's voice come into his ears—

"Anyway, we left the maelstrom, and although many people were confused about it, we were safe."

Richard was silent for a few seconds.

A cold chill permeated his heart, the blood in his veins seemed to have completely stopped flowing, and he felt cold, getting colder and colder.

He felt like his body was barely producing heat anymore.

But he nodded slowly.

"yes, anyway, we're safe now."

(End of chapter)