The roar that almost tore the soul apart kept echoing in his consciousness. The confused and out-of-control perception stirred his rationality and gradually subsided with the passage of time. This "storm" lasted for an unknown amount of time before the registrar suddenly realized the existence of "self".

He heard the sound of his own heart pounding, and his sanity struggled hard to return to the "human" side from the edge of loss of control. He belatedly realized what had just happened, and subconsciously raised his head to look in the direction where the strange voice came from.

Duncan stood in front of him, with spiritual flames floating behind him that had not yet completely dissipated. His tall figure was like a dark cloud falling from the sky, emitting an indescribable sense of oppression.

The registrar thought about it and suddenly recalled what the girl named Nina had said to him: "...Just don't be afraid later."

He recognized the tall figure before him - for an elf, a hundred years ago was not too far away.

But before he could even scream, a gentle force suddenly injected into his mind. At the same time, a familiar voice came from not far away: "Leave this to me."

The registrar turned to look in the direction of the sound.

A middle-aged man wearing a dark blue academic gown, with slightly gray hair and a thick book tucked under his arm, walked into the room and was looking over here with a calm but tired look.

"Mr. Secret Keeper!" The registrar stood up from the table in an instant as if he had been rescued, and then immediately moved away from Nina and Duncan.

He then opened his mouth, as if he wanted to report something, but before he could open his mouth, the middle-aged man called the "Secret Keeper" raised his hand and interrupted him: "I already know the situation here. This matter is now taken over by City-State University. Don't ask anything else. Your work for today ends here. After you leave here, go to the psychological counseling room for a mental evaluation. Go."

The registrar left with full of speculation and confusion, while Duncan's eyes fell on the middle-aged elf with a tired face. After looking at him carefully for a moment, he asked curiously, "Who are you?"

"You don't recognize me?" The middle-aged elf frowned in confusion, but soon nodded in understanding, "Oh, yes, I heard that your memory was affected by the subspace..."

He seemed weak when he spoke, and his tone was full of fatigue from the bottom of his heart, so much so that there was no change in his tone when he expressed surprise. In the end, he sighed, raised his hand and pointed at himself: "Ted Riel, the 'Truth Keeper' of Breeze Harbor, responsible for the security of this city in the supernatural realm. We met a hundred years ago. At that time, you often invited me to drink, and we discussed many things related to the border together."

Ted Lear? The Truth Keeper?

Duncan frowned. He certainly had no impression of the name, but the situation of "meeting an acquaintance" was not surprising. Before coming to Breeze Harbor, he knew that there must be many people in this city who could recognize his face - after all, a hundred years is not too long for the elves, and the Lost Homeland was often on the edge of the civilized world back then, and the cities it dealt with most often were border cities like Breeze Harbor.

So after a brief thought, he took out the words he had prepared long ago: "Sorry, I can't remember. The subspace took away most of my memory. Please forgive me."

Ted Riel waved his hand and said, "It's okay. Just forget it. Forgetting is Lahem's greatest blessing. Anyway, I'm used to dealing with forgetting."

Are you used to dealing with "forgetting"?

Duncan was stunned. He felt that there was some resentment and deep meaning in the other party's words, but it didn't seem to be directed at him. However, before he could ask, the "Truth Keeper" on the other side continued to speak: "I heard Ms. Lucrecia and the head of the field team roughly explain what happened. Is that Miss Nina behind you?"

Nina had already stood up from her chair. She hid behind Duncan and looked at the stranger across from her curiously. When she heard her name being called, she walked out openly and greeted politely, "Hello, I'm Nina."

Then she raised her face again and looked at Duncan a little embarrassedly: "I'm sorry, Uncle Duncan... Have I caused you any trouble?"

Duncan laughed and ruffled Nina's hair: "It's just a small matter, don't worry about it."

As he spoke, he was actually feeling something else in his heart - being accidentally involved in a supernatural incident when trying to report an abnormal situation to the guardian was better than leading a group of ghost sailors to rampage in the city center and being arrested by the sheriff...

Compared to the commotion Lawrence caused, Shirley and Nina's little trouble was quite harmless.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but ask again: "Where is Shirley?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he heard footsteps coming from the door, and then Lucrecia walked into the room with Shirley: "Dad, Shirley is here."

Shirley had a nervous look on her face. After entering the room, she carefully observed Duncan's expression, then walked over quickly like a thief and explained: "I didn't do anything bad! Nina and I were going to report the situation to the guards, but I don't know how a strange thing suddenly appeared, and it turned out that the guards were too sensitive and insisted on killing us..."

"Oh, I apologize to the two ladies on their behalf," Ted Lear turned to look at Shirley, "but this is a necessary safety procedure."

Shirley was halfway there when she was startled by the voice of a stranger next to her. She turned her head to look at the ordinary-looking middle-aged man who had no sense of presence just now: "Why is there someone here...Uncle, who are you?"

"He is Ted Riel, the 'Truth Keeper' of Breeze Harbor," Lucrecia answered her. The "sea witch" nodded to Ted Riel as a greeting, and then added, "He is equivalent to the 'gatekeeper' or 'inquisitor' of this city-state."

When Shirley heard this, she immediately rushed to Duncan's side.

Ted Lear looked at Shirley's exaggerated reaction and was stunned for a moment before turning his head to look at Lucrecia: "...Am I that scary?"

Lucrecia spread her hands: "I guess the reason has nothing to do with you."

Duncan turned his head and glanced at Shirley who had already rushed to his side. "I see that you are usually quite comfortable with Vanna. Why are you afraid of people like the Inquisitor at this time?"

"How can it be the same?" Shirley shrank her neck and glanced at the "Truth Keeper" opposite her, muttering softly, "Vanna has already joined the gang, this one is not one of us..."

Duncan immediately glared at the guy: "Team, how many times have I told you it's a team!"

"oh……"

Duncan sighed helplessly, then shook his head, and then looked up at Ted Riel and Lucrecia who were walking towards them: "I have already learned the general situation from Nina, so let's skip the explanation and politeness. Now I want to see the 'weird thing' that Shirley mentioned. Is it in this facility?"

"Sample Containment Chamber 24 is in the underground archives in the central district," Ted nodded. "I'll take you there."

After saying this, the "Secret Keeper" with a tired look on his face took out the thick book he had tucked under his arm, casually opened a page, and tapped it with his fingers.

The next moment, a page in the book suddenly flew into the air, and Duncan saw a door drawn on the page, with the surface of the door covered with countless mysterious and complex symbols. In a series of dazzling transformations and reorganizations, the door drawn on the paper quickly turned into an illusory door in the air.

The translucent illusory door opened, revealing a hazy corridor deep underground in a facility.

Duncan looked at this scene with amazement, and the first thing he felt in his heart was that this was indeed the most culturally advanced faction in the world - the Academy of Truth. The performance of this "secret keeper" was indeed cooler than Vanna's jump slash.

His second reaction was curiosity. He wondered what would happen if he took the paper down from mid-air while it was unfolding. This bold idea lingered in his mind for a moment, and the next second he noticed the subtle look from Lucrecia next to him.

"Dad, don't move."

Miss "Witch" reminded quietly by mouthing.

Duncan turned his head nonchalantly and put away his bold idea.

Then, under the guidance of Ted Riel, Duncan, Lucretia, Shirley and Nina, who looked curious and expectant, passed through the illusory floating door one by one.

The brief dizziness and dislocation of perception soon ended, and when the light and shadow in front of them condensed again, they had arrived at what Ted called the "Central District Underground Archives."

A deep and long corridor appeared in Duncan's sight, with bright gas lamps lighting up both sides of the corridor. Relief stone slabs engraved with the sacred symbols, symbolic graphics and scriptures of the god of wisdom, Lahm, could be seen arranged near the lights. In the solemn and heavy corridor, emergency isolation gates could be seen at regular intervals, and between the gates were small rooms with closed doors.

"This is the containment area," Ted Lear glanced at the two curious young girls next to him and explained casually, "Suspicious samples found temporarily, anomalies with a hazard level below medium, and various contaminated items that cannot be destroyed in a short period of time will be confined in various rooms according to the hazard level and containment method. Don't approach those doors rashly, the things inside are not very peaceful."

As if to confirm the warning of the "secret keeper", as his voice rang out, all kinds of vague sounds were heard from certain small rooms on both sides of the corridor. Some were the noise of iron chains rubbing against each other, some were like whispers of people in their sleep, there was also the disgusting sound of sticky liquid churning, and the sound of footsteps constantly sounding behind the door, as if they would walk out of a door in the next second.

Shirley and Nina immediately withdrew their curious gazes, and the expressions on their faces finally became a little serious and nervous.

Duncan's eyes swept between the small rooms with adequate security measures.

The next second, the entire corridor was dead silent.

"Everything is going well now." Duncan nodded with satisfaction.