The snow was falling on the ground, not too big, but it seemed like it would last for a long time. The sun's brilliance was blocked by the dark clouds, and the skylight that penetrated was not too bright, but it was definitely there.
Looking out through the windows facing the street, I can see pedestrians already on the road - people who have survived the disaster, fear still remains in their eyes.
These frightened citizens came out of hiding and confirmed the existence of familiar people on the street, or inquired about the whereabouts of the missing, and asked if there was any new news from the uptown area. Some people were still immersed in the mirror invasion. Amid the terror, he cowered in fear at every figure that walked in front of him, hurriedly walked out of the house, and then hurriedly locked himself back in the house.
The scarred steam walker and the equally scarred city-state guards, security forces and guardian teams passed by the intersection. Their appearance could reassure many people. The large loudspeaker installed on the steam walker announced the end of the vision. Announcement - The mirror invasion has subsided, and the entire city will enter a state of public security control for 48 hours. During this period, the city-state authorities will regain control of the situation and clean up all hidden dangers in the city. Material supplies, electricity, steam power, and fresh water will be restored in the next 48 hours. Restored immediately, and notified all blocks to report casualties as soon as possible...
The loudspeaker broadcast mixed with noise gradually faded away, and the poor sound quality on this snowy day added to the desolate atmosphere on the streets. However, after the steam walker walked through the streets, many people's nerves did relax a little.
Shirley was lying in front of the window of the living room, looking at the scene on the street outside and muttering: "I don't know how long the chaos will last...The price of bread will definitely increase."
Nina sat on the sofa next to her, opening her mouth and blowing hot air that was enough to distort the air. After hearing Shirley's words, she turned her head: "It will definitely be chaotic for a while. When Plande recovered, It took three days to maintain security - but it will definitely not be too chaotic, after all, the security forces are still there..."
"Hey! Don't talk to me!" Shirley couldn't stand due to the hot wind, and retreated from the window in embarrassment. While dodging, she shouted to Nina, "When you blow air now, it's like the steam core is leaking." ! Why is it so hot!"
Nina quickly covered her mouth with her hands, and while steam was escaping from the corners of her mouth, she apologized vaguely: "Sorry, sorry... I stayed in that state for too long..."
At this moment, Duncan's voice reached the ears of the two girls: "As I said, Nina can only stay in the sky for a short while now - her condition is not stable."
As soon as Shirley heard this voice, she quickly turned around and stood upright. Nina also jumped off the sofa and ran to Duncan with a smile: "Uncle Duncan!"
Duncan also laughed and gently hugged Nina, who was radiating heat from her body. Then he turned his head and responded with a slight nod to Morris and Vanna, who were getting up from the chairs next to them and bowing to him: "Look. You seem to be in good condition."
"In good shape," Morris adjusted his monocle, "and in shock."
"I thought that after the fire in Puland, my nerves were already strong enough," Fanna also said, with emotion and awe in her tone, "To be honest, talking to you like this is more exciting. Relax - I mean, normal 'scale'."
"It's enough to come here once in a while," Duncan waved his hand, "but one thing is for sure, the view from the sky is really impressive."
As he spoke, his eyes noticed something placed on the dining table not far away.
It was a large book with a black cover. There were no text symbols on the cover. The whole book revealed a strange and dangerous atmosphere.
"Is this the 'Book of Blasphemy' we seized from the little leader of the Annihilation Sect?" Duncan's eyes fell on the book, "It doesn't look like... it really doesn't look like a serious book."
"Yes," Morris nodded, stepped forward and carefully picked up the book, "I then made some simple appraisals of the book while ensuring safety, and speculated that this was not an 'original', but It is a copy held by a special member of the Annihilation Sect - because if it is the original, it should have more power and be more precious, and cannot be brought casually to the city-state by a small leader. "
He paused for a moment, with a hint of uncertainty in his tone: "As for the role of this book... it may be used to spread doctrines, or it may serve as a medium for casting spells or rituals. It contains some records about the Holy Lord Yousu. Relevant content, this part of the content should be the source of power for those cultists, but the specific situation can only be guessed."
As he spoke, he handed the book over: "Do you want to read it now?"
"Let's take it back to the ship and read it," Duncan shook his head, "This city is still very chaotic, and I might not know what will happen after I open this book, but it's better to add less chaos - and there will be guests soon. "
"Guests?" Fanna asked curiously, "What kind of guests will there be at this time?"
Duncan glanced at Vanna, with a smile in his tone: "Your colleague, she is coming this way."
After saying that, he didn't pay attention to Vanna's sudden strange expression, but walked to the window facing the street and sat down on the sofa, as if he was waiting with peace of mind.
Footsteps sounded from beside her, and Alice walked up to Duncan. Miss Doll had an optimistic expression on her face as usual, thinking nothing of anything: "Captain! When are we going home? After receiving the guests?"
Duncan raised his eyelids and glanced at the solid-headed doll: "Do you think... things here are over?"
"Ah? Otherwise?" Alice looked confused. "After all the villains are dead, the disaster is over, and then the remaining people will continue to take risks - I think that's what the picture books say..."
Duncan's mouth trembled and he looked up at Alice: "What else did the picture book say?"
"The picture book also said that the prince and the knight lived a happy life..."
Duncan: "...?"
He choked for a long time, and finally said something: "Normally speaking, there shouldn't be a princess in this kind of picture book story..."
"The princess ran away with the housekeeper..."
Duncan was silent for a few seconds and took a gentle breath.
“Where did this kind of picture book come from?”
Alice thought for a while, then raised her finger and pointed at Shirley: "There are many in her room..."
The next second, before Duncan could speak, Shirley jumped up and rushed towards the door: "I saw a second-hand bookstore that couldn't be opened anymore. I bought a bunch of clearance books at a very cheap price. Didn't you let me do that?" Is it best to start with picture books? I didn’t expect them to be all so strange. No wonder I can’t read them. It’s really none of my business..."
The girl just ran across half of the living room howling like a ghost. Before Duncan even planned to teach her a lesson, she had already run to the door, opened it with a clang, raised her legs and ran out.
The next second, there was a bang outside the door, followed by Shirley's exclamation: "Fuck him, what the fuck..."
Almost everyone in the room was dumbfounded - Alice didn't realize what was happening at all, Nina was startled by Shirley's cries and howls at close range, and Vanna didn't expect Shirley to be so bold. Maurice... This respectable old gentleman is still immersed in the story of "the princess ran away with the housekeeper" and was greatly shocked.
Only Duncan was still sitting peacefully on the sofa, neither chasing Shirley nor curious about the noise coming from the door.
He just turned his head and looked towards the door.
There were footsteps, and a young lady walked in hesitantly.
She wore a black priest's robe with the church's logo, her eyes were covered with a thick black cloth, her long hair was spread behind her, and crack-like scars could still be seen on the exposed skin on her arms and neck. The horrific wound carries a holy aura like a stigmata.
More importantly, she was holding Shirley in her hands, who was showing her teeth and claws.
"Sorry," Agatha raised her head and looked nervously at the figures in the room, "I wanted to knock on the door, but... she suddenly ran out."
As she spoke, her eyes swept across the room.
In the house where the colors faded and presented a texture of black and white, figures exuding a strong sense of presence came into her "vision"——
She saw an old man with a dim outline. The old man was surrounded by streams of colored light, and there were matrix-like light spots flashing in the old man's body. It was as if Lachem was looking at the world;
There was another tall figure standing next to the old man. The outline of the figure was dark and chaotic, filled with ominous light and shadow that was reminiscent of the subspace, but there was also a faint green flame jumping between the light and shadow, maintaining the figure. Stablize;
A bright arc-shaped flame stood near the window. The flame seemed to have no mysterious power, but it released pure light and heat. Just looking at it, it seemed that the soul was being burned by it;
There was also an empty body standing in the room, with countless faint thin lines spreading around the body. She seemed to be casting curious eyes towards this side. Under that gaze, Agatha even had a feeling. The fear that one's own soul will be captured by it and become one of the "thin threads".
Among these figures, there is the most powerful one.
A bright starlight stood up and walked towards her.
"Welcome, I've been waiting for you for a long time."
The starlight said to her.
(End of chapter)
