Duncan carefully observed the expression of the old man in front of him. The strange feeling had never dissipated since just now. He could clearly see that Morris's current condition was not right, but unfortunately, he was not a doctor.

"Do you need me to find a doctor?" He asked with concern, "How do you feel now? Are you dizzy and nauseous? Or are you confused?"

Maurice rubbed his forehead.

In his ears, Duncan's voice seemed to be mixed with ten thousand overlapping screaming noises, and at the same time as the sound waves entered his ears, there were also dazzling "colors" rushing towards him. These "information" seemed to be filled with knowledge that humans could not understand, and every minute and every second was testing his mind, but in the critical state of madness, he still managed to maintain his sanity and slowly shook his head: "I'm fine, just take a short rest..."

This "existence" in front of him...whose true form was unknown, showed concern for him. However, Morris did not dare to think about what the "real situation" was beneath this appearance of concern. Perhaps it was a thousand pairs of eyes staring at him? Or densely moving teeth and tongues? Was the concerned words a whisper in the subspace, or a howl from the deep sea? Thanks to Lahem for giving him this moment of stupidity, he did not have to pay too much attention to the truth.

He was just trying to respond normally on a "human" level.

At the same time, he was also trying to see if he could actively close the "Eye of Truth" that he had opened when he got off the car just now - this God-given ability is what the followers of the God of Wisdom rely on when exploring the world, but now it seems... its price is indeed worthy of being the most dangerous of the four gods' blessings.

He failed. The Eye of Truth was already open and could not be closed for a short time. And what would be the use of closing it? A mind that had fallen into the borderline of madness would not automatically recover after closing its eyes...

Morris thought in a daze, and after a while he spoke slowly: "I... just came to take a look, to express my gratitude... Oh, yes, to express my gratitude, for my daughter, thank you again for your help in the museum last time, she let me..."

He was suddenly a little stuck, and hesitated for several seconds before continuing his thoughts: "She asked me to bring a letter, it's in my pocket."

The old man fumbled around in his pocket and pulled out a carefully sealed envelope, then handed it to Duncan, who opened it in front of him. In addition to the initial greetings, there was a report on Nina's physical and mental health and "doctor's advice."

This was the summary Heidi gave Nina after her last hypnosis treatment. She did say before that she would write a special letter and Duncan still remembered it.

"You don't have to be so polite. It was my instinct to help under the circumstances." Duncan put away the letter and said to Morris seriously, "Also, thank Miss Heidi for me. Nina is much better after the last hypnosis treatment. She hasn't had that strange dream in the past few days."

Morris nodded, pressed his fingers to his temples, and tried not to stare into Duncan's eyes while organizing his words: "How are you... these days?"

"Me? I'm fine," Duncan felt a little puzzled. He thought the old man's way of opening the topic today was strange. "I'm healthy, energetic, and in a good mood. Except for the bad weather today that makes me a little depressed, there's nothing wrong."

weather?

This small change in weather can still make an evil god feel "depressed" - is this a new joke popular in the subspace?

Morris felt that his mind was a little better than before, and he even felt like muttering something in his heart after hearing what Duncan said. At the same time, he heard Nina's voice coming from not far away: "Uncle! I put the bike away and closed the store! The wind is getting stronger outside... How is Mr. Morris?"

"He's much better, but he didn't tell me that he was feeling unwell just now." Duncan turned around and looked at Nina who was walking towards him. "Why don't you stay with the old man for a while? I'll send a 'express' or telegram to Miss Heidi and ask her to pick him up..."

"No, no, no, I'm fine." Before Duncan could finish his words, Morris suddenly raised his voice and waved his hands, "No need to let her answer. I just have an old problem. I'll be fine after a rest."

Duncan was startled by the old man's sudden and intense reaction. He looked Morris up and down, confirmed his condition and attitude, and then nodded: "Okay, then I won't go. Nina, go upstairs and make some soup. A hot meal may make Mr. Morris feel better."

Nina blinked and glanced between Duncan and the teacher in confusion. She felt that the atmosphere here was a little weird for some reason, but soon she nodded obediently: "Oh!"

The girl ran up the stairs briskly, and the sound of her footsteps gradually faded away.

After Nina left, Morris felt that his mental stress was reduced a little bit again - although this relief was almost insignificant compared to the huge pressure brought by Duncan, he still breathed a sigh of relief.

Then the old man who dealt with history all day was silent for a moment, and then he carefully organized his words and said, "Was my behavior just now inappropriate?"

Duncan's eyes were always focused on Morris's changes. At first, he just felt that the other party's words and actions today were particularly strange, but slowly, he seemed to see a familiar... "feeling" from the old man's reaction. While recalling where this familiar feeling came from, he casually responded: "It's a bit weird, so what's going on?"

Morris was silent for two or three seconds before he spoke in a low and cautious voice: "My profession, which often deals with history and knowledge, can make me more sensitive sometimes."

He just wanted to test the attitude of this "subspace being" in front of him, who always appeared very kind to the outside world and had never done anything wrong while living here.

Duncan frowned immediately after hearing the other party's seemingly meaningful words. Suddenly, he knew what that familiar feeling was about!

Morris's strange reaction also happened to another familiar "person"... It was Agou!

The Deep Hound beside Shirley, the Deep Demon with a special "real vision"! Agou was also so panicked and nervous when he saw himself - because he could see some of the "real situation" under his human body, but the difference was that Agou was a Deep Demon with a high resistance to pollution, while Morris was a fragile human, so the latter's reaction would be stronger, which means...

Duncan vaguely guessed the truth and immediately looked up into Morris' eyes: "You saw something you shouldn't have seen, right?"

Morris took a deep breath.

But the next second, the expected doomsday did not come - on the contrary, he once again felt the mental pressure he was under was rapidly weakening, even to the point where he, as a human being, could barely bear it even without Lahem's protection!

Duncan silently transferred his "main consciousness" to the Lost Homeland, controlling the body in the antique shop only through the "remote control" technique of walking in the spirit world.

Through this period of "practice", he can command the distant body as usual even under remote control and sense the environment around this body. The only impact is that the power he can summon will be weaker - but there are no enemies here anyway.

He wanted to see if this would make Morris feel better.

"Are you feeling better?"

Duncan's low and gentle voice sounded from the side, waking Morris up.

The old man raised his head quickly and saw Duncan's stable, clear and harmless human form, and in the corner of his eye, he noticed that the surrounding environment had stabilized.

The disordered light and shadows disappeared, the noise gradually subsided, the torn houses, the flowing flames, and the crawling and distorted dark things all disappeared from his sight - his mind was recovering rapidly, and the dangerous critical state of madness showed signs of improvement.

He looked at Duncan in disbelief, and the latter nodded apologetically: "Sorry, I really didn't expect a human to have such a 'good look' - I only scared a deep demon before, but the nerves of a deep demon are stronger than humans."

"I... I'm much better," Morris swallowed. The process of his mental recovery was not pleasant. He could feel his heart beating as if it was about to explode. But no matter what, this allowed him to regain most of his thinking ability - and also allowed him to analyze useful information from Duncan's words. "I... Alas, I didn't expect to see your true appearance. I was too careless. These years of living a life that betrayed my faith made me become lax..."

Duncan paid no attention to Morris's muttering behind him.

He was thinking quickly, wondering how this situation would end.

After all, this great historian is not Agou... The latter can be dealt with by just a scare, but the old gentleman cannot use such rough means.

"I'm curious," he said suddenly in thought, "Why can you see it?"

"I..." Morris opened his mouth and said honestly after a slight hesitation, "I am a follower of Lahem, the God of Wisdom."