"Are you sure this is okay?"

Looking at the large basin on the dining table in front of her, Nina was still a little worried. She glanced at Alice who was nervous beside her, then at Duncan who had an expressionless face, and muttered softly.

"If it doesn't work, we can only use solvent, but that stuff is corrosive. I don't know if Alice's body will be affected." Duncan looked at the Gothic doll, which had changed back into normal clothes but whose neck was still fixed, with a displeased look on his face. "Or maybe she should keep this posture from now on."

Alice panicked when she heard this and quickly waved her hands: "No, try boiling water first!"

Nina's eyes moved between Alice and the basin several times. Finally, she said "oh" and slowly put her hand into the cold water.

She controlled it very, very carefully, as if she was accurately taking a grain of sand out of the desert, and directing the fire that burned deep in her soul to the outside - as a sunny girl with a passion of 6000 degrees deep in her heart, it was not easy to do such a precise operation, but she had been practicing this precise control whenever she had free time in the past few days, and she had made great progress today. It only took her a short time to succeed.

The water is boiling.

Alice turned and looked at Duncan, who glanced at Alice.

Then, without hesitation, he pressed the doll's head into the pot of boiling water.

"Cook it for a while longer," Duncan said helplessly while pressing Alice's shoulder, "but if you feel uncomfortable, stop."

Alice answered immediately: "Gululululu...Gululu."

Duncan thought for a moment, then looked up and said to Nina, "I guess she's fine."

Nina just stared at the scene in front of her, and after a long while she couldn't help but mutter, "I still think this scene is so weird..."

Duncan sighed, thinking that this was even necessary. He himself felt that the scene was too weird to watch. On the second floor of the gloomy and narrow antique shop, the uncle and nephew pressed the head of a Gothic doll into boiling water and boiled it. The key point was that the Gothic doll even raised its hands and raised its thumb to show that it was fine...

Anyone who saw this scene for the first time would have to report it to the sheriff - and anyone who saw it for the second time would have to report it to the guardian of the church.

At this moment, footsteps suddenly came from the direction of the stairs, and then Shirley's voice came into the ears of Duncan and Nina: "I'm back! Mr. Duncan, Mr. Morris is here again, I asked him to go up directly..."

The next second, Shirley appeared at the door and her voice stopped abruptly.

In the slightly dim room, Duncan and Nina were standing quietly beside a pot of boiling water. The latter's hand was still in the pot, keeping the water boiling, while Duncan put his hand on Alice's shoulder, pressing the Gothic doll's head firmly into the water. The doll was motionless at this time, and only the bubbling sound of the boiling water could be heard.

Duncan and Nina raised their heads at the same time and looked at Shirley at the door.

Then, Morris appeared, following behind Shirley.

The scene in the kitchen-dining room also appeared in the historian's eyes.

The old man thought about it and understood - Oh, it was the subspace shadows and solar fragments that were stewing anomaly 099.

Morris nodded, thinking that today's antique shop was just like any other day, just as normal.

"Fuck!" Shirley's slow exclamation finally rang out. She almost jumped up and looked at the situation in the room with horror, but then quickly covered her mouth, as if she wanted to suppress the dirty words that had just come out of her mouth, and made indistinct muttering sounds.

"What the hell are you yelling about?" Duncan immediately glared at the startled guy. "Was it your idea to let Alice pour glue into her neck?"

Shirley finally understood what was happening. Her first thought was to turn around and run, but under Duncan's gaze, she dared not move.

"I... I just said it casually. I didn't expect her to really do that," Shirley's voice was trembling. "How could a normal person believe it..."

When Duncan heard this, he was about to say something, but suddenly he felt Alice's body shaking. He immediately let go of her hand, and then saw Alice stand up straight from the basin with a splash.

Only the body.

The head is still cooking in the pot.

"Ah, it worked." Nina said in surprise.

Alice stood there blankly for a few seconds, then reached out her hands to grope for her head. Her head was floating in the basin, and she was gurgling for help: "Help... gurgling... help... gurgling..."

Nina quickly picked up Alice's head and clumsily helped put it back. After hearing the familiar "pop" sound, everyone at the scene breathed a sigh of relief.

Alice turned her head left and right and found that although her neck was still a little stiff, it could indeed move. She immediately looked at Duncan with a happy expression: "Captain! I can move again!"

"Take her to dry her hair. Her collar is wet, too. Help her dry it," Duncan sighed, looked up at Nina, and then glanced at Shirley, who looked so panicked that she wanted to run but didn't dare to. He said angrily, "Go back and copy the alphabet twenty times, and copy each new word twenty times."

After he finished speaking, he didn't pay attention to Shirley's sudden expression of despair, and looked directly at Morris: "What happened? Is there any new discovery about the symbol?"

Morris may not have recovered from the weird, terrifying and chaotic scene just now. He was stunned for a moment before reacting and said quickly: "Ah, it's not about the symbol. I suddenly got a piece of news from a friend in the city hall today. I think... you should be interested in this news."

"News from the City Hall?" Duncan frowned. "Tell me in detail."

A few minutes later, Morris told Duncan what he had just learned this morning.

"Vision - Plande..." Duncan repeated the word with a serious expression at the dining table, and then looked at Morris, "When will this news be announced?"

"It's not decided yet, but it should be in the next few days," Morris nodded. "Common sense shows that Plande City-State is still in the aftermath of the previous disaster, and most citizens are very receptive. If we announce the city-state's transformation into an anomaly as one of the aftermath of the disaster, it may not cause too much chaos. If we wait until the city-state is completely calm and everyone has lived in peace for a long time before announcing it, it may lead to a new round of chaos."

Duncan nodded slightly without saying anything, but his mind couldn't help but recall the news he had just read in the newspaper.

Cathedral of the Storm will arrive in Plunder.

The changes in the list of anomalies and visions are released to the outside world through the major churches, so the Cathedral of the Storm must have been the first to know about this situation.

"It's unusual for a city-state to be transformed into an anomaly and still function normally, but what's even more unusual is that this new anomaly has no number," Morris said. "What do you think of this?"

Of course, Duncan also noticed that this new phenomenon had no number, but what could he think? His attainments in mysticism were actually not as good as Agou's...

But he couldn't say this, so he could only ponder for a moment, then shook his head calmly: "I don't have any opinion. The 'codes' of anomalies and visions announced by the major churches are neither understandable nor meaningful to me."

"this……"

Morris opened his mouth, but then he thought of the green flames that burned the entire city-state that day, the black sun that collapsed and disappeared, and the anomaly 099 who was pressed in the basin of water just now but still behaved obediently.

All of this seemed the same to Captain Duncan, just… slightly “daily problems” that needed to be dealt with.

There is no need to care what the name of each particle of dust you clean up every day is.

"Well, this really doesn't make sense to you," the old scholar looked at Duncan with some awe, then hesitated for a moment before slowly organizing his words and saying, "Also, although there should be no doubt about this, I still want to confirm that Plande was indeed transformed into an anomaly by you, right?"

Duncan turned his head slightly: "Any questions?"

"No, I have no doubts. I'm just curious about your subsequent plans for this city-state," Morris said while organizing his words, trying to express his thoughts as clearly and unambiguously as possible. "You transformed it into a vision. Do you want to..."

"I have no intention of controlling the fate of this city-state, nor do I intend to interfere in anyone's future," Duncan shook his head before Morris finished speaking, "If you must say..."

He paused, turned his head and looked out the window, at the peaceful scenery on the street.

"I like this place very much, so I hope it will be safe and sound in the future."

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In the Storm Cathedral, Vanna, who was talking to Heidi, suddenly stopped and looked back with some confusion.

"What's wrong?" Heidi looked at her friend curiously.

"I seemed to hear the bells ringing suddenly, and someone was talking to me in a low voice," Vanna frowned, "I think I heard it wrongly."

"I must have heard it wrongly. I didn't hear anything." Heidi waved her hand. "You must have been under too much pressure recently. Do you need me to help you..."

"No need!" Vanna interrupted Heidi before she could finish. "I feel that my mental state is pretty good, and if I really encounter any problems, I will solve them myself. You know, priests are half psychiatrists."

"Well, if you don't need it, then don't worry about it. You don't have to be so nervous," Heidi muttered helplessly. "By the way, where was I just now?"

Fanna thought for a moment and reminded, "Just now you said that your father went to the antique shop and bought a cannonball. You are worried about his mental state now..."