To be honest, Duncan regretted saying this a little bit - he was really afraid that Vanna, such an honest girl, would destroy her own eyes on the spot...

The young Inquisitor's reaction was beyond his expectations. He had imagined that as a top villain like himself, he would inevitably provoke strong hostility from Vanna once he showed up. However, he did not expect that her actions would be so decisive and swift. In almost the blink of an eye, she identified key elements such as dream invasion and mirror medium and launched targeted confrontation. This was completely different from when she invaded Shirley's dream.

She even tried her best to avoid communicating with herself as an invader from beginning to end - this was an "emergency measure" to prevent the spread of mental pollution when the dream was invaded.

Facts have proved that the gap between a trained high-level Inquisitor and a wild and unscrupulous extraordinary person is not small. If it weren't for Duncan's own power being too strange and the entire invasion process being completely based on Vanna's own mind, any other intruder would probably have been caught by the Inquisitor and thrown out at the first sight.

Now, Vanna calmed down, just quietly looking at the ghost captain who appeared in the center of her vision - she was not impulsive enough to destroy her own eyes directly, perhaps because she had realized that this dream had been completely invaded, and ordinary expulsion methods would probably not work.

She closed her eyes. Duncan was still standing in front of her, standing in the darkness, but he looked even more gloomy, and his figure seemed unreal and uncertain in the reflection of the spiritual fire.

"What do you want to do?" the young Inquisitor said, his voice as cold as steel. "How did you invade my dream?"

Her attitude was hostile, but Duncan found it amusing—the Inquisitor's behavior was completely different from the polite and calm demeanor she had shown when she visited the antique shop.

I really don’t know how she would react if she knew the truth about the antique shop one day.

"I'm just telling you one thing," Duncan said directly without further ado, "If you really care about the safety of the city-state, you might as well go to the sixth block and take a look at the small church."

After saying this, he closed his mouth and stood quietly surrounded by flames, maintaining a mysterious and majestic aura.

Vanna was stunned when she heard the ghost captain's reply.

At this moment, it was as if something had pierced through a curtain, revealing a corner in her mind that had always been hidden. The sixteenth block, the chapel, these two words were strongly engraved in her mind, making her feel dazed.

But compared to this moment of trance, the reality that her dream was polluted by Captain Duncan touched her mind more strongly. She tried to pray to the goddess in her heart, but the power of the goddess could not penetrate this dream. She looked at the "captain" in front of her with vigilance, but could not see any emotions that could be judged from the gloomy figure.

After a few seconds, she finally gritted her teeth, tried to stay calm, and said in a deep voice: "You invaded an Inquisitor's dream just for... this?"

"Use your own judgment," Duncan said calmly. "I look forward to what you find there."

As he said this, he began to feel that his connection with this dream was rapidly becoming unstable.

A powerful repulsive force is at work.

He noticed that Vanna was not as quiet as she seemed - although she was communicating with him on the surface, this young inquisitor was relying on her willpower to fight against the invader every minute and every second. Her determination was so firm that she actually struggled to the critical point of awakening with her willpower alone!

This made Duncan realize that the communication must be ended as soon as possible. After delivering the necessary information, he should leave behind a mysterious image and retreat calmly.

He did not intend to explain too much to the other party, nor did he expect to be able to clearly explain his friendly stance in a few words or establish the slightest trust with Vanna - the opposing nature between "Captain Duncan" and the "City-State Inquisitor" could not be resolved by words alone. If he explained too much, he would only appear suspicious and even divert Vanna's attention to unnecessary directions.

The spiritual fire spreading in the darkness gradually subsided, and Duncan's figure began to slowly retreat from Vanna's sight.

But in the last few seconds before the connection was about to be disconnected, Vanna couldn't help but ask: "What exactly are you planning against Plande?!"

Duncan raised his head in the darkness, and suddenly, a strong sense of ill-satisfaction arose in his heart.

He stared at the young Inquisitor through his dream, the corners of his mouth slowly curling up. In the green glow of the spirit fire, Vanna heard the most outrageous and incomprehensible sentence she had ever heard since she became an Inquisitor:

"Order some fries."

The dream collapsed and the connection was completely severed.

In the dark and chaotic space, Duncan took a step back and stared at the star that was flickering unsteadily in front of him.

Ai, in the form of a bone dove, flew over in the darkness and landed on his shoulder, flapping its wings.

"No matter what she's thinking, one thing is certain," Duncan glanced at Ai and muttered to himself, "Block 6 and the chapel. These two pieces of key information have already entered the sight of Plande Storm Cathedral... No matter what the reason, they will definitely launch the most intensive investigation there."

Duncan's idea was simple and effective - he just had to lift the lid of the small church in the sixth block and attract the attention of the Deep Sea Church. As for what Vanna and the priests behind her thought about other things, it didn't matter at all.

The largest mobile natural disaster on the vast sea directly reported to the Inquisitor in his dream that there was heresy and corruption in the city-state. This was enough to make those priests worry about it to death, but before they worry about it to death, they would definitely put all their energy into that small church - and by then, whatever secrets were hidden in the church would be dug out by them.

Of course, during this investigation, Vanna might also waste some energy because of the existence of the Lost Hometown, but this is a matter of minor details.

Finally, thinking about what he had done at the end of the dream, a smile appeared on Duncan's face.

"Make some French fries?" Ai Yi, who was sitting on his shoulder, noticed the smile and tilted her head. "Cut them into small pieces and make the sauce?"

"...Your language is becoming more and more fragmented," Duncan frowned, "But I can make some French fries tomorrow morning, and teach Alice how to cook some normal food at the same time."

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Vanna suddenly opened her eyes.

There was no light in the room, only the pale and cold light of the Creation of the World poured into the bedroom through the window. In the dim light, the furnishings in the bedroom seemed to be covered with a layer of mottled light and shadow.

Her heart was beating violently, and her head felt as if a hot iron bar was stuffed into it. The dull pain caused by the severe loss of mental strength and high tension kept beating between her temples. Her nightgown had been soaked with sweat and was now sticking to her skin, feeling extremely uncomfortable.

But these slight discomforts were nothing compared to the dream that was polluted and invaded.

Vanna sat up from her bed, looked around very carefully, blinked slowly, closed her eyes, and then slowly opened them.

Every time, her heart would beat violently twice - she was testing whether she had really gotten rid of the "phantom" of the ghost captain, but she was worried that the other party's figure would appear in her field of vision in the next second.

Only after she confirmed that she had escaped the invasion and that this was the real world did she finally breathe a sigh of relief.

In all her years as an inquisitor, she had rarely felt so nervous.

Vanna left the bed and went to the dressing table not far away.

The dressing table stood here intact, with only my own reflection in the mirror.

She stood in front of the mirror for several seconds, as if to confirm every detail in the mirror, then shook her head vigorously, opened the drawer of the dressing table, and took out a small dagger with storm and wave runes painted on it.

Holding the holy weapon, he cut his skin, let the blood soak into the runes, and then prayed to the goddess of storms.

During her brief prayer, she heard the gentle sound of waves ringing in her ears. The goddess's blessing continued as always, soothing her restless heart.

After reestablishing contact with the goddess, Vanna finally relaxed - then she quickly changed out of her sweat-soaked pajamas, changed into going-out clothes as quickly as possible, picked up the giant sword near the bed, pushed the door open and left the room.

A moment later, a private car powered by a steam core broke the tranquility of the downtown area of ​​​​the upper town. Under the bright light of the gas street lamps, Vanna drove straight to the cathedral.

She must immediately tell Bishop Valentine what happened today, as well as the abnormalities she had discovered in the archives before - the complexity of the matter has far exceeded expectations, and this is no longer an incident that can be solved simply by relying on the Inquisitor.

If necessary, Pland might even need to contact the Cathedral of Storms patrolling the Vast Sea.

Vanna's eyes were firm, her breathing was steady, and her thoughts were clear.

But suddenly, a little hesitation came to my mind.

She recalled the strange scene at the end of the dream.

Whole fries...what on earth does that mean?!