Duncan recalled what he read in the book.
Lachem, the god of wisdom, is one of the four gods who protected the world in the Deep Sea Age. Just like the Storm Goddess and the Lord of Death, this god also holds two contradictory authorities at the same time - he is the giver of wisdom, and he also has With the holy name of "God of Foolishness" or "Gospel of Foolishness".
There are only a small number of believers following this god, and they often need very strict assessments to qualify for conversion. However, once they successfully convert to this god, believers will receive two kinds of blessings at the same time.
One is wisdom, which allows mortals to gain insight into the truth, master knowledge, understand the operation of all things more easily, and detect the truth that may interfere with their own destiny.
The second is stupidity, which can prop up a barrier called "ignorance", keeping people away from premature truths and away from the pollution and temptation of subspace - in this world surrounded by dangers, stupid people are the most blessed. Fortunately.
It is obvious that in this deep sea era, which is full of anomalies and visions, where there is madness under the deep sea, and there are also clouds above the sea, what is the significance of these two blessings given by Lachem - Believers of the God of Wisdom Maybe very few, but definitely all of them are elites of civilization.
The sound of Nina busy in the kitchen could be heard upstairs. The sound of traffic and horses on the street outside the door gradually became less and less. The first floor of the antique shop seemed particularly comfortable and quiet amidst these daily sounds.
Duncan sat behind the counter, crossed his fingers on the counter, and looked at Mr. Morris thoughtfully.
The blessing of the God of Wisdom is a very good thing, but obviously, due to their professional habits and instinct to pursue knowledge, his followers will face even greater dangers in daily life.
God can't stop the output of the group-destroying engine - if this old man who studied history was placed in other scripts, the tentacles growing on his body would probably be a foot long.
At this time, Duncan had understood what had happened. He was a little aware of his own specialness, but at this moment he was more curious: "Can all believers of the God of Wisdom see through my situation like you?"
"I'm afraid only those who are the most outstanding and most favored by the God of Wisdom can..." Morris rubbed his head. Duncan's voice was still mixed with some sharp noises in his ears, but most of it was understandable to humans. The voice said, "You may think this is a bit ironic...but most of the Lachem believers are not yet qualified to have their minds taken away by you."
"Oh, so you are extraordinarily blessed," Duncan muttered with a weird expression, especially when he said the word "blessed," he felt awkward thinking about it. "The 'blessings' in your place are really terrible. …Wait a minute, how come you were fine the last time you came here?”
Morris was a little surprised. He didn't know whether Duncan really didn't know or was pretending to be an ignorant mortal in a bad way. But under the current situation, he didn't dare to think randomly. He could only answer while trying to collect his thoughts: "Even if The blessed Lachem believers do not always have their 'eyes of truth' open. The last time I came here, I did not use any divine power, but this time..."
The old gentleman smiled bitterly, raised his hand and pointed at his eyeballs - the monocle previously used to enhance the effect of the ceremony had been removed, but one of his eyeballs was still glowing with a faint white light, and there was still a gap between the white of the eye and the pupil. A floating ring of light can be seen, which is easy to distinguish when you get closer.
Duncan was curious: "...So you can't end this effect now?"
"...I tried, but it didn't work," Morris shook his head. "And even if it is successfully terminated, it doesn't mean much. I have already seen...what you look like."
"...I'm sorry. Actually, I didn't want to," Duncan said, feeling quite relieved. "Can you recover after you go back? Or do you need some special treatment?"
"I..." Morris opened his mouth, feeling extremely strange in his heart. In his early years, he had imagined that studying history all day long would lead to establishing contact with some strange and dangerous existences. He had imagined that one day he would be associated with a certain person. What a terrifying situation it would be to face beings from the deep sea or subspace, but I never imagined that the situation would be like this——
He actually saw a crazy warp shadow. This "shadow" was polite, even asking for help, caring for a human being who was frightened by "him".
But the existence from the subspace...is his "concern" really the kind of "concern" that humans can understand?
"I'm fine," the old gentleman finally shook his head, "I'm much better now. After you control your... breath, I think I should be fine."
"That's good. It seems that I have to be more careful in my activities in the city-state in the future - there are still individuals with good eyesight like you among humans. This is a very troublesome thing." Duncan nodded, and then asked curiously , "That being said, you shouldn't just stop by to 'take a look' today - why are you opening your 'real eyes' outside the antique store? What are you looking for?"
Morris's heart skipped a beat.
When he met Duncan's gaze, all he saw was an ordinary middle-aged face with some curiosity and concern. However, around this face and among the shelves behind him, there were trembling and twisted things one after another. Dots emerged.
It wasn't until the other party's voice suddenly sounded again that the distortion in Morris's vision returned to its original state again.
"You are hesitant, you have concerns, you don't want to answer this question," Duncan read the old gentleman's emotions from his eyes, and at the same time the answer vaguely emerged in his mind, "Is it related to Miss Heidi? "
"How did you know..."
"Miss Heidi is a psychiatrist, and she seems to be a believer in Lachem - although she doesn't seem as 'senior' as you," Duncan replied lightly, "Now that I think about it, the last time she had an affair with Miss Vanna It seemed a little weird when I left... Considering your reaction to my question just now, it's not hard to imagine."
"...It's exactly what you said," Morris sighed, knowing that he could no longer hide it. "After Heidi returned, I found that one layer of her spiritual protection had been broken through, but at that time I only thought There is something dangerous in this antique shop, I didn't expect..."
He sighed again and looked at Duncan opposite.
Duncan already frowned.
Heidi...that young psychiatrist just gave Nina a hypnotherapy treatment in an antique shop, and the mental protection was broken down?
He had no idea about it - and Heidi didn't seem to notice it herself at the time!
Morris looked at the middle-aged man opposite the counter with some uneasiness. He saw that the other man seemed to be lost in thought, but he did not dare to ask questions at will. He took advantage of the short silence to try to control his thoughts and repair his damaged mind. He took the opportunity to secretly glance at the stone bracelet on his wrist.
There are four more colored stones.
Rahim's blessing is calming.
He finally breathed a sigh of relief, and at this time, Duncan finally raised his head from his contemplation.
"She shouldn't know anything, right?"
"Yes, Heidi doesn't know anything," Morris said immediately. Only on issues related to his daughter, he was as clear-headed as ever. "She didn't even realize that her protection was damaged, let alone You know I'm here today..."
"Then I won't bother her, and I'll just apologize to you," Duncan said politely, "just think of it as canceling out the help I gave you in the museum."
Having said this, he paused and then thought of a question that made him curious: "Then can you describe it to me in detail? Describe the scene you just saw - if it's not troublesome."
Morris didn't react for a moment, but Duncan explained when he saw this: "I'm curious about how I look in the eyes of different 'observers' - looking in the mirror can't solve this problem."
Duncan is really curious about this matter, and understanding his "true form" in the eyes of different people may also help him master his special power and reveal the secret of this body as soon as possible.
Morris hesitated for a moment. The inhuman and terrifying scene he had just seen at the door of the antique store once again appeared in his mind. He even felt that his rationality, which had finally calmed down, was showing signs of loosening, but when Duncan stood up straight Under his gaze, he finally swallowed and spoke slowly in a low voice:
"I... saw you as a giant filled with chaotic light streams and covered with starlight, standing on the twisted and grotesque street. You were supporting Nina - she was an arc-shaped flame that was erupting violently... "
When Duncan heard the first half of the sentence, he just nodded slowly, thinking that his image was indeed worthy of his reputation in the boundless sea. However, when he heard the second half of the sentence, his eyes widened and he almost choked on his saliva: " Cough...cough...what did you say? What does Nina mean to you?!"
Morris was startled, but he didn't bother to think about it: "A... an arc-shaped flame stream that is erupting violently... Is there anything wrong with this?"
Duncan: "..."
(End of chapter)
