At this moment, Duncan thought about all the similar amulets he had used in the past period of time. After thinking for a long time, he breathed a sigh of relief.

As far as I can remember, the only two amulets given out as special gifts were the two given to Morris, and the others were just ordinary commodities. After such a long time, no one who bought the amulets came forward to report anything unusual.

After breathing a sigh of relief, Duncan couldn't help but fall into deep thought.

Although the reason for the change in the amulet is still unclear, the news brought by Fanna undoubtedly reminded him, allowing him to have a further understanding and psychological preparation for the "weird phenomena" that might happen around him.

From now on...it seems that I can no longer give gifts to others casually, nor can I promise to do things casually.

Duncan's brief silence also attracted Vanna's attention, and she looked at him curiously: "Did you remember anything?"

"...After thinking carefully about what happened recently, nothing seems wrong," Duncan shook his head and said calmly and sincerely, "Could it be that Heidi made a mistake?"

"It's unlikely. She is a senior psychiatrist who has a certain understanding of the supernatural field and is very clear about her own mental state." Fanna shook her head. "But the problem with the amulet may indeed lie in other links... Maybe it's just a supernatural item mixed in with ordinary goods, or it may be in the production process..."

Vanna spoke slowly, but it didn't seem like she was explaining to Duncan. Instead, she was hypnotizing and convincing herself.

As an Inquisitor, she should not have been so unprepared for potential paranormal events, but her attention was eventually diverted from the matter of the amulet.

The gentle sound of the waves echoed in her mind, bringing waves of relief and making her gradually forget the reason why she came here in the first place.

Vanna raised her head and looked around the antique shop silently.

The girl named Shirley had returned to the store and was now placing things on the shelves while looking over here carefully.

Nina also helps out in the store.

A blonde woman named Alice was busy by the small stove.

Mr. Duncan sat behind the counter with a friendly smile on his face.

The sound of traffic on the street outside the store sounded a little far away. The kettle in the store was making sharp sounds little by little. There seemed to be some creeping and jumping shadows in the corner of the shelf next to it. The stairs leading to the second floor seemed to extend into the infinitely high darkness.

The entire building seemed to be filled with faint whispering sounds.

"The tea is ready," Alice's voice came from the side. She brought a cup of hot tea and placed it on the counter, pushing it towards Vanna. "Please enjoy it."

Vanna silently picked up the teacup, put it to her mouth, took a sip, and then chewed it - the boiling hot tea and tea leaves were swallowed into her stomach with an expressionless face.

Duncan was immediately shocked when he saw this situation - it was the first time he saw someone who could swallow the tea made by Alice so calmly. This Miss Vanna is indeed worthy of being the most beautiful and brave girl in Pland, which is beyond the reach of ordinary people.

After a while, Duncan realized that Vanna was just looking around and had no intention of speaking. He finally couldn't help but break the silence: "Apart from the amulet, is there anything else?"

"Oh, sorry, I was distracted," Vanna seemed to wake up all of a sudden, and suddenly coughed violently a few times, as if she was choked by something. She frowned and glanced at the empty teacup in front of her, then shook her head, "No, I came here just to ask about this matter."

"If you are interested in the amulet, I can give you one," Duncan laughed and pushed the amulet he had just taken forward, "You can go back and study it slowly."

Fanna looked at the "crystal" amulet in front of her with a little surprise, and was stunned for a moment before asking, "How much?"

"I'll give it to you. It's not worth much anyway. I'm selling it as a gift," Duncan said, half-smiley. "Or I can make up a product introduction that sounds impressive for you. Do you want a historical relic version or a health care version?"

Fanna was stunned: "You...is this how you sell things here?"

"Business in good faith," Duncan spread his hands. "If you want to sell it, the original price is eight sola, plus a set of health care theories for sixteen, and a historical story for twenty-two. If you pay twenty-five, I can give you a black walnut box - the box is guaranteed not to fade within six months, and I can also give you a bill for two hundred."

Fanna had lived in the upper city since she was a child. She entered the church for training when she was a minor, and when she became an adult, she took up her sword and joined the battle against heretics. She had never seen anything like this in her twenty-plus years of life, and was a little confused: "Two...two hundred tickets?"

"You can give it to your colleagues as a gift," Duncan said seriously, "and young people can give it to their lovers..."

Vanna thought about it seriously and shook her head: "Then I may not need it - but I can't take your things for nothing."

As she spoke, she rummaged through her pocket, pulled out two ten-sola bills and placed them on the counter.

"The original price is eight solas - the rest is to thank you for your cooperation and for the cup of tea just now."

Duncan wanted to say something when he saw Vanna had stood up and picked up the crystal pendant.

"It was a pleasant meeting," she smiled slowly, and suddenly said with an extremely serious expression and tone, while raising her hand and putting the crystal pendant around her neck, "I look forward to seeing you next time."

Duncan felt that the other party was a little strange for a moment, and frowned subconsciously, but in the end he didn't say much, just nodded politely: "Okay, welcome next time."

Vanna nodded slightly, turned and left.

She walked straight through the store, out the door, and came to the open space in front of the antique shop, where she stopped.

A series of "beep" horn sounds suddenly came from the nearby roadside.

Vanna blinked, then noticed the car parked on the side of the road. She remembered that Storm Cathedral had arrived in Plande today, so she walked over quickly, opened the door and got in.

"You finally came out," the young subordinate who stayed in the car said as he started the car quickly, "It's been almost an hour and a half. I was thinking that if you didn't come out, I would go in..."

"An hour and a half?" Vanna was a little surprised. "I thought... only forty minutes had passed."

As she spoke, she tapped her forehead lightly. She always felt as if she had missed something, and couldn't help but muttered softly: "I left in such a hurry just now, it seems that I didn't even say goodbye."

"It's the same next time. The store is right here anyway," the young subordinate said casually. Then, he saw the crystal amulet on Vanna's neck through the rearview mirror and was a little surprised. "Is this the new pendant you bought? I'm surprised. You don't usually buy these."

"Pendant?" Vanna looked down at her chest in confusion. After two seconds, she spoke with a little hesitation, "Ah, I bought it..."

She shook her head and seemed to be completely sober.

"Let's not talk about this anymore. Drive faster and go straight to the port."

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In the antique shop, Shirley was the first to run to the counter. She looked back anxiously at the direction where Vanna had just left, then turned to look at Duncan: "What is that judge doing here? Is he here to arrest me?"

"You think too much." Duncan glanced at the anxious girl with a helpless expression. "She is here to investigate other things. It has nothing to do with you."

"Oh, as long as she's not here to arrest me," Shirley breathed a sigh of relief, but then couldn't help but mutter, "She seems a little weird today, and her words are incoherent."

"Maybe it's because of the work pressure," Duncan said casually, standing up from behind the counter. "After all, my boss is coming."

Nina also came over at this time. When she heard what Duncan said, she immediately reacted: "Boss... Are you talking about the news that was published in the newspaper before? Storm Cathedral?"

Duncan smiled and nodded, his eyes swept over Nina, Shirley and Alice, and suddenly asked, "Are you interested?"

"Interest?" Shirley was stunned for a moment, then she reacted with astonishment, "Wait, are you going to..."

"There won't be much business today anyway. Most people are either attending mass at church or visiting the port. They're just sitting around doing nothing in the store," Duncan said as if it was a matter of course. "Let's go and take a look. The grand spectacle of Storm Cathedral docking is not something you can see every year."

As soon as he finished speaking, Nina jumped up happily: "Okay!"

Alice on the other side didn't know what was going on, but seeing Nina so excited, she also started clapping. Only Shirley had a look on her face as if she had seen a ghost: "But...but...but that's the Cathedral of Storms! If we go over there, we won't..."

Duncan looked at her with a half-smile: "What?"

Shirley looked up at Duncan, lowered her head to think for a moment, and shook her head vigorously: "Nothing!"

Duncan nodded with satisfaction.

Then he raised his head, his eyes crossing the street outside the door, across the city, and looking towards the port of Pland.

And in his transcendent perception that spread throughout the entire city-state, he could already feel that an "existence" emitting a majestic aura was gradually approaching Pland.

Storm Cathedral is coming.