Chapter 96

Duncan looked with some surprise at old Mr. Morris standing on the first floor, surprised at his disheveled appearance and the obviously strange expression on his face.

He slowly walked down and greeted the old scholar, "Good day—what happened? You look like you ran all the way here through wind and rain?"

"Dun... Mr. Duncan," Morris finally came back to his senses. He temporarily put aside the mysterious blonde woman, took off his already soaked hat, and walked forward, "I need your help... I don't know how to explain this to you, and I don't know if you are willing to help, but... I found the End Speakers are active in the city. They have tampered with the history of Pland, and I..."

The old man suddenly faltered.

He seemed to realize how rash and impulsive his visit for help was, realized that seeking help from an ambiguously aligned subspace existence was irrational—would Mr. Duncan help with this? And why would he help? Did the survival of humanity and the continuation of the city-state have meaning for him? What threat did the End Speakers pose to him?

Was his impulsive action based solely on the friendly attitude previously displayed by this subspace existence, or was it because the other party just happened to show interest in certain things last time?

Morris was stunned for a moment, and then he saw Duncan nod lightly.

"I know."

The chaotic starlight, the broken mirror, the giant of light and shadow—the mortal shell, stood calmly on the stairs and said to him.

"You... know?" Morris was stunned, but then he reacted, his expression becoming particularly strange, "Ah, yes... of course you don't need me to remind you. I'm..."

The old man threw his hat aside, raised his hand and patted his forehead, as if he felt he had done something stupid, muttering to himself, "I'm so confused, I actually thought you wouldn't notice the abnormality in the city-state, then you must also know that Vanna she..."

Duncan immediately frowned slightly, "Vanna? That city-state inquisitor who is very close to Heidi? What happened to her?"

"Vanna she... 'disappeared'," Morris was stunned for a moment, not expecting Duncan to react this way, but he still said subconsciously, and then quickly added, "I don't mean she's missing, but she suddenly disappeared from the real world starting today. Heidi has forgotten Vanna's existence, and no one else remembers her. Even the city-state newspapers..."

Duncan quickly walked down the stairs. When Morris was halfway through, he realized the situation was complicated, and his expression was already serious at the moment, "Sit down and tell me slowly. Alice, prepare some hot tea—you still remember how to do that, right?"

"Yes, Mr. Duncan."

Morris saw the blonde woman with an elegant and mysterious aura get up immediately after hearing Duncan's order. At the same time, he also noticed that every movement of this "Miss Alice" seemed slightly strange—many of her movements were small, with a strange sense of caution and restraint, which reminded people of those ancient nobles with excellent upbringing and family traditions, and made him even more curious about her identity…. However, his curiosity gave way to the current situation.

After sitting down at the counter, he immediately told the "antique shop owner" about the abnormal situation he had noticed, and also told him about the difficulties and obstacles he encountered along the way.

Duncan listened with a serious expression, without interrupting Morris's narration, until the other party finished speaking, he murmured softly as if sighing, "The End Speakers... indeed a troublesome bunch."

"This group of lunatics who exiled themselves from the real dimension in ancient times always suddenly emerge from the cracks of time. They are committed to destroying the continuity of history and pose a great threat to the stability of the real world... but they rarely have the opportunity to make things this big," Morris said in a low voice, "Under normal circumstances, the protection of the gods will block the infiltration of the End Speakers, and the Flamekeepers will also constantly strengthen the 'barriers' of history. This time, those lunatics must have borrowed some other power to break the blockade..."

"Sir, your tea." Alice came from the side and placed the hot tea on the counter.

"Thank you," Morris quickly thanked her. He had gone through wind and rain all the way, and now he really needed a cup of hot tea to warm himself up.

But he couldn't help but, "Pfft—" after taking a sip.

Duncan on the opposite side looked indifferent: "Just make do with it. At least she really found where the tea leaves are, although the amount used is open to question."

Morris turned his head in astonishment to look at the mysterious woman named Alice, but saw that she was already leaning against the stairs, lost in thought.

...What is the origin of this mysterious person?

Duncan chewed on the tea leaves calmly, confirming one thing in his mind.

The supernaturalists in this world have indeed discovered the "non-linear" characteristics of the End Speakers, and have targeted countermeasures.

But now it seems that these countermeasures are not always effective.

He closed his eyes slightly, and in the dark vision, the distant green flame suddenly jumped at the end of his perception.

Morris looked curiously at Duncan, who suddenly began to "rest with his eyes closed": "Mr. Duncan, you..."

"Don't worry, Vanna is still alive," Duncan opened his eyes, his expression calm, "Just... living outside the Pland city-state at this moment."

"You can confirm her location and status?" Morris widened his eyes in shock. He was actually mainly here to convey the news of "historical pollution." Mentioning Vanna's situation was just incidental. After all, from his perspective, there should be no connection between Duncan and that city-state inquisitor, but he didn't expect that the other party had actually placed his "gaze" on Vanna.

"I know her, she is a good inquisitor," Duncan didn't explain anything, just nodded indifferently, and then suddenly got up from behind the counter, "Excuse me for a moment."

Morris got up in astonishment: "What are you going to do?"

Duncan was striding towards the stairs, stopped when he heard this, and turned his head slightly: "Go bring Vanna back—and see what's going on 'over there'."

Then he paused, looking at Morris's disheveled appearance: "Would you like to go upstairs to take a hot bath and change your clothes? I'm a bit taller than you, but you should be able to wear my clothes."….Taking a bath in this subspace nest, and then putting on the clothes of an evil god?!

Even the "Four Great Achievements of Mad Scholars" wouldn't dare to mention these two!

Morris immediately felt his scalp tingle and quickly shook his head: "No, no, no need, I'll just wait here..."

"Then please do as you wish." Duncan nodded and then stepped up the stairs.

As soon as he went upstairs, he saw Nina and Shirley standing at the stairwell.

The expression on Shirley's face seemed a little uneasy. When she saw Duncan, she immediately greeted him: "Mr. Duncan, is... is something wrong?"

"Why do you say that?"

"We just... heard the movement from the first floor," Shirley rubbed her hands, lowering her head as if she had done something wrong, "Actually, Ah Gou heard it, saying that the End Speakers have appeared again, and there's something about historical pollution, and a person named Vanna is missing? It sounds like she's a very important person..."

Nina also looked over with an uneasy expression. She was obviously more confused than Shirley: "Uncle, what's wrong?"

"...Some small matters," Duncan looked at the two girls who were already vaguely aware of the impending turmoil and were therefore feeling nervous. After a little thought, he comforted them, "Just rest in the room, you can also go downstairs to chat with old Mr. Morris if you're bored. It's okay."

Shirley said "oh," and Nina seemed a little hesitant. She held back for a long time, but still couldn't help but step forward and grabbed Duncan's sleeve: "Uncle, I feel... I feel a little scared. Is it really okay? And you... what are you going to do?"

Duncan stopped and quietly looked into Nina's eyes.

Just as he had noticed before, Nina's senses were actually very keen—it wasn't that she couldn't sense anything, she was just too sensible.

But the current situation was slightly beyond the boundary of her "sensibleness."

"Uncle, I'm actually a very powerful person," Duncan suddenly smiled, reaching out and placing his hand on Nina's head, "It's just that I can't explain it to you yet... You stay with Shirley for a while, and when everything is over, I'll tell you what's going on."

With just this level of comfort, Nina still felt relieved. She nodded obediently, her voice very soft: "...Okay."

Nina

and Shirley went downstairs.

Duncan then restrained the expression on his face, quickly returned to his room, and summoned the pigeon Iyy, who was originally gorging on french fries on the *Lost Country*.

"We have to find someone," Duncan said with a serious face as soon as the pigeon appeared, not waiting for it to speak, "Serious business, important business, ketchup doubled after it's done."

Iyy immediately jumped up on the spot: "Loyalty beyond words, loyalty beyond words!"

Duncan took a slight breath, once again calmed his mind, and sensed the distant, jumping flame.

That was the mark he left on Vanna.

What happened to Vanna was an accident for him, but this accident also brought unexpected gains.

Through Vanna's "window," he had just sensed something else—it was the flames he had released in Shirley's "dream"!

Those flames had briefly appeared in the small church in the Sixth District, and then disappeared again as the curtain closed again. He could only confirm that the flames were still spreading, but he could never accurately locate them. But now... he could clearly feel the existence of those flames, feel that those flames were around Vanna!

Although he didn't know how all this happened, one thing was beyond doubt—

Vanna had reached the other side of the curtain.

And now, this powerful inquisitor bearing Duncan's "mark" had become a channel for Duncan to intervene in that curtain.

"Spirit Walk."

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