The interior of the antique shop was exactly as Duncan had guessed – full of clutter, decadence, and a miserable business, and even just looking at the dust piled up near the shop windows, visitors could imagine how bad the owner had been.

The first thing he saw was the shelf near the walls on either side, with large vases, sculptures and totemic objects of unknown meaning placed on the low and steady counter, while the wall behind the shelf was lined with latticework for smaller "goods", and the counter was located directly opposite the door, a long bar, and the shelf behind the counter was also a little dusty, filled with dark-toned picture frames and small ornaments.

Behind the counter, you can also see a staircase leading to the second floor, which is so drowsy that you can't see the structure for a while.

There was also a small door under the stairs, which, in "memory", was supposed to lead to the warehouse at the back of the store - half of the space inside was filled with clutter.

It's hard to imagine that the cultist he possessed was living on such a shop that no one seemed to patronize, and even had money to offer to the sun god.

Duncan walked to the counter in the depths, the old wooden floor creaked a little, and as he walked up the stairs, he noticed the lamp fixed to the wall.

It was an electric light.

Duncan's brow furrowed slightly.

The style of the lamp is unfamiliar, the wrought iron frame and the gray shade are exotic, but in any case, the structure of the tungsten bulb inside is clear at a glance - the light source of this lamp comes from electricity.

Is electricity already so common in this world? Ordinary civilians in the lower city also use electric lights in their homes?

So why did the light sources used in the sewers before be gas lamps, oil lamps, and torches? Why do the street lights outside also use gas lamps?

A great deal of confusion arose as Duncan seemed to him to be a perverse measure, especially in the sewer environment, where there were open flames, gas lamps that used flammable gases had obvious disadvantages compared to clean and safe electric lights!

Originally, he thought that it was the limitations of technology that made the city managers use gas lamps as a source of light for sewers, but now it seems that ...... At least in the city-state of Plain, technology has long since developed to the level where electricity has entered the homes of ordinary people!

Duncan's heart filled with a great sense of disobedience, and he tried to search for the corresponding knowledge from the fragments of memory in his mind, but only got the answer that "this is the common sense that should be taken for granted" and "urban planning is like this".

It seems that either this knowledge is not open to the public, so that the cultist he possesses is ignorant of it, or this knowledge is too basic to leave a strong enough impression in the cultist's mind, causing his corresponding memory to quickly fade after death, leaving only the impression of "taking it for granted."

With a momentary confusion in his mind, Duncan reached out and turned on the light—with the click of a switch, a bright glow that immediately illuminated the staircase and the area near the counter.

There's also a switch on the opposite wall that controls the lights in other areas of the storefront on the first floor, but Duncan doesn't plan to touch it for the time being.

In the dead of night, a small light in a closed antique shop can be explained by "the owner gets up and walks around at night", but suddenly the light is on and may attract unwanted attention.

By the limited light near the staircase, Duncan's gaze swept first over the nearest merchandise, and the first thing that caught his eye was a carved totemic object less than half a meter tall carved in wood, with strange face patterns in red and blue paint, and antique vases that were supposed to be ceramic—preceded by price tags with outrageous prices.

The original price is 420,000, and the discount is 36000.

With such a self-defeating momentum.

Duncan's gaze quickly moved away and swept across the store.

Whenever there was a genuine thing here, he would let the Lost Country be on the walls of Plain.

Fakes can't be faked anymore, they don't need real collectors to authenticate, and anyone with a normal intelligence wouldn't believe that this antique shop in the lower city would sell real antiquities - a person who can really turn up antiques would open a market in such a ghetto? The oldest thing in the store is probably not the sign at the door......

But Duncan was not surprised by the existence of the store itself - the owner knew that he was selling fake gadgets, and the people who came here to buy things themselves did not expect to have a thousand-year-old statue in their home, and everyone knew what was going on, and the civilians of the lower city also needed a way to satisfy their spiritual needs - the sign of the "antique shop" at the door was not hung by the owner for others to see, but by the people who came here to buy things for themselves.

After all, there are still jadeite sellers under the earth's overpass, and ninety-eight bracelets are known as the old pit ice species, and when you wear them home, you can accidentally knock on the door frame and drop the glass ballast on the ground - don't you know what's going on with the buyers?

Duncan was not interested in the bad life of the shopkeeper, he was only concerned about one thing: this should be the first "stop" on land for the captain of the Lost Land.

An "outpost" for understanding the terrestrial world and understanding modern civilized society.

He has secretly made a decision to maintain his current body as much as possible if the conditions of "Spirit Walking" allow, and use this "antique shop" as a cover to operate in the city-state of Purand, and if Ai Yin's training goes smoothly in the future, if Ai Yin can really transfer "real objects" between the Lost Country and Poland in a stable and controlled manner, this antique store will also become a secret material transit warehouse.

Duncan came to the back of the counter and sat down in his chair, combing through the fragments of memories in his mind, and deducing all the places that might be hidden.

The original owner of this body is a follower of the sun god, but he is only the lowest member of the entire church system, due to the continuous crackdown of the city-state authorities on the cult activities, the living space of the sun god believers in the city of Purland has been compressed to the limit, and its members are extremely cautious in contact, in addition to wearing a full coverage hood and mask when attending any meeting, many low-level members have only one or two specific "connectors" to the upper level of the church, which is undoubtedly a good thing for Duncan today-

This means that even within the cult, only that one person knows "his" actual identity and contact methods, and once this person is gone, then no one knows "his" ulterior heretical identity.

He can walk in front of the administrators of the city-state with dignity and integrity, and he is a good citizen with an innocence.

The better news is that, after combing through his memories, Duncan confirms that the biggest hidden danger is gone.

Because the connector of "his" was one of the three black-robed cultists he saw when he first woke up before......

Those three unlucky eggs have been pigeons.

He relaxed a little and sat in a chair in a more comfortable position.

After the biggest hidden danger is gone, if there is anything to worry about, it is the other Sun God worshippers who held the sacrifice ceremony in the underground assembly hall before, and the larger and more mysterious and dangerous Sun God Church behind those believers.

If the memory in my mind is correct, the city-state of Pland had dealt a severe blow to the Helios Church entrenched in the city four years ago, and since then this heretical faith has collapsed in the city-state, not to mention what rituals are held, and it is already thankful that they can hide themselves and not be caught by the church guardians.

But now, these extremely low-key cultists have done a rather high-profile thing.

The purpose of the sacrificial ritual was to please the gods, and the other purpose was to gather power or enhance the influence of the gods on the real world - the cultists in the assembly hall at that time, and even the priest "messenger" who presided over the ceremony, could only be regarded as grassroots members of the Helios Church, and these grassroots members would spontaneously organize themselves into such a big work?

Duncan didn't have too many memory fragments in his mind, and it was impossible for a grassroots cultist to have access to the core secrets of the church, but just by reasoning from the existing information, he could guess that those cultists who suddenly reconstituted should have been instructed by a higher level.

The heretical sect that worships the "true sun god...... They wanted to do a big thing in Plain, and the sacrifice ceremony that was accidentally stirred up by themselves was probably just the most insignificant splash before the big thing began.

Duncan doesn't have much affection for the "Poland city-state", but if he wants to develop here, he has to think about the effect of a group of lunatics like the "Helios" in the city-state.