Obviously, Morris was already burning with passion to seek the truth at this time - in the eyes of this old gentleman, those cultists that frightened ordinary people had probably become piles of walking papers and materials.

"Then the only problem is how to pull those Annihilation Cultists who entered the Nameless One's Dream out of the real world," Fanna looked at the motivated old man beside her and quietly moved aside. "I will contact the church tomorrow to see if we can strengthen the monitoring and search for Annihilation Cultists in various city-states. They have to frequently enter the Nameless One's Dream, and there is a unified command and intelligence exchange, so they will definitely be more active than usual."

Morris also nodded: "I will also remind the college... although they probably don't need to be reminded."

They were discussing how to catch the cultists in the real world. At this moment, Lucrecia, who had been thinking quietly, suddenly raised her head and looked at Shirley and Agou: "If it is in the dream of the nameless one, can you still find the cultist from last time?"

"That depends on whether he happens to be nearby and whether he has the courage to enter the Nameless One's dream again," Agou shook his head. "And last time, Shirley and I severely injured that Annihilation Cultist. Although this cannot harm his body in the real world, his spirit will not be able to recover in a short period of time."

Lucrecia listened and nodded thoughtfully, but no one knew what she was thinking about.

Outside the window, the sun has gradually sunk behind the buildings at the edge of the block. The remaining crimson glow is spreading along the rows of roofs, and there is also golden "sunshine" spreading from the distant sea, mixed in the gradually dimming sunset.

Nina suddenly raised her head and looked at the gradually darkening sky outside the window, muttering softly: "It's getting dark again..."

Her soft words interrupted Duncan's thoughts. The latter got up from the sofa, walked to the window, and looked quietly at the street outside.

The "knowledge guards" of the Academy of Truth are already preparing for the handover between day and night. In front of the security post on the street corner, a team of guards are talking with the sheriff.

The number of guards today is twice as many as in the past, and among them there are upper-level priests with obviously better equipment. They may be elite forces drawn from the city-state’s central university.

A propaganda vehicle drove by on the road, urging citizens to end outdoor activities as soon as possible and return home before the gas lights came on. Tonight's curfew will start one hour earlier. The broadcast repeatedly reminded that if any citizen did not have time to rush home, they should immediately go to the nearest guard post for help. The college would arrange personnel and vehicles to escort them home as soon as possible.

Further up the block, the towering spire of the clock tower was bathed in the interlaced sunlight and sunset glow. The golden-red glow seemed to have covered the clock tower with a layer of crystal-like coating. The huge steam pipes extending from both wings of the clock tower were emitting wisps of white mist, warming up for the ringing of the "evening bell."

The city-state authorities and the academy have not declared any emergency - but in the eyes of those who know everything, the change in atmosphere can be discerned from many details.

"They are preparing for tonight," Vanna also came over and whispered beside Duncan, "Although there is no evidence that the Dream of the Nameless One will appear again tonight..."

"I don't know what kind of preparations they have made, and I don't know whether their preparations can really be effective." Duncan shook his head slightly. "So far, we still know nothing about the operating mechanism of the 'dream'. We only know that it may be related to some 'characteristics' of the entire elf race. In this regard, we can't help them."

"We have many problems to solve," Vanna said in a serious tone. "If the Nameless Man's Dream appears again, we don't know what will happen. We may be scattered and drawn into the dream again, or appear in a different place than before. We may encounter enemies, or directly enter the dangerous areas called 'Erosion Zones'."

Duncan didn't say anything. He slowly turned around and scanned the living room.

Others had gathered together, and many eyes were on him.

After a brief pause, Duncan stretched out his hand and opened his palm upwards.

The dark green flames surged and undulated beside him, turning his body into an illusory spirit as if forged from flames. His gaze was focused on the palm of his hand, where the fire of the spirit gathered, gradually turning into a cluster of the brightest and most active flames.

Duncan held up the weightless flame, and amidst the slight crackling sound, his voice reached everyone's ears: "Come here and touch the flame."

Everyone in the living room had different reactions - the most common was the inevitable astonishment and hesitation.

They were certainly familiar with the captain's fire, and in fact, they had come into contact with this spiritual fire more than once and to varying degrees, but "instinct" was an irresistible, strange and wonderful thing. The flames were particularly active and bright, and were somewhat different from the "gentle" flames they usually saw on the Lost Homeland. It was these slight differences that made them subconsciously a little nervous.

But Nina was the first to come over, and there was even a hint of anticipation on her face - she raised her head and looked at her "Uncle Duncan", with her usual bright smile on her face.

Then she reached out and gently touched the flame in Duncan's palm with her index finger.

Wisps of flames entwined around her fingertips like water, then quietly faded away.

"It's hot," Nina laughed, turned around and waved to Shirley, "It's your turn!"

"I know, I know..." Shirley muttered, taking two steps forward hesitantly, stretching out her hand while mumbling, "Anyway, the captain won't hurt me..."

Duncan nodded to Shirley with a gentle expression, and then reminded her: "Agou needs it too."

Agou, who was about to turn around and walk away, suddenly started to feel scared. He raised his head and looked at the flame. His blood-red eyes seemed to be filled with tangible fear: "I... I don't need it..."

"Yes," Duncan looked at the Dark Demon seriously, "Don't worry, this is just a harmless temporary mark. Without my order, this flame will not cause any harm to you."

Ah Gou was obviously still a little confused: "I..."

Without waiting for it to finish, Duncan turned his hand over and pressed it on Agou's head, rubbing hard on the rugged and hard skull.

A dark green flame poured down upon the head, flickering and flowing within the skeletal body of the Deep Hound.

Ah Gou's entire body trembled instantly, and he only had time to let out a cry of surprise: "Oh my god..."

Duncan ignored the guy and looked up at the others.

Vanna and Morris also came over. They each recited the prayers of the gods they believed in, and then touched the flame in the captain's hand with serious expressions.

Now, there is only one person left at the scene.

"Lucy," Duncan said calmly, looking at the "Sea Witch" not far away. "Don't worry, this is just a special 'mark' - if the Nameless Man's Dream appears again, the power in the mark may be able to help you."

"I know," Lucrecia said softly, with a complicated look in her eyes. She raised her head and looked at her father's illusory spirit standing in the flames, as well as the bright and dancing flames. After a few seconds, she finally stepped forward and slowly extended her hand to Duncan, "...Is this the power of the warp?"

Duncan looked at her calmly: "This is my power."

Lucrecia took a deep breath, then stepped forward and touched the flame.

There was no pain, no burning sensation, none of the expected erosion and negative mental disturbance - she only felt a peaceful heat, bringing warmth and reassuring comfort.

A faint green light flashed in Lucrecia's eyes.

Then the "sea witch" turned around, quickly walked to the corner of the room, picked up the huge rabbit doll and returned to Duncan.

The rabbit doll that had been pretending to be dead for most of the day finally moved. It twisted its body hard in Lucrecia's hands, and the frightened voice of a little girl came from its body filled with cotton: "Mistress, what are you doing! Rabbi is just a rabbit! Rabbi is just a..."

"Quiet," Lucrecia pinched the back of the bunny doll hard, making the scary and weird doll quiet down instantly, and then stretched it forward, "Dad, give the rabbi a mark."

Duncan didn't react at first. When he saw Lucrecia bringing the stuffed rabbit over, he was curious about why she did this. Only then did he vaguely think of something: "This is... you want to bring this doll into the dream of the nameless one?"

"Rabbi can move in dreams - he dreams," Lucrecia said. "I want to try to see if he will be drawn into the dream when the Nameless One's dream expands. When the Brilliant Star stayed at the port, Rabbi said he didn't notice anything unusual in the city. That might be because the port is too far from the center of the dream outbreak, or Rabbi was not affected enough by your power."

The rabbit doll struggled again and made a tiny sound: "If I had known, the rabbi would not have come..."

Lucrecia raised her hand and pressed the rabbit's face into Duncan's hand.

Duncan: “…”

He suddenly felt as if he had turned into a wooden stake with a buff... This seemed to be different from what he had originally planned?

But no matter what, he successfully completed the preparations before entering the dream. Next... he just had to wait and see whether the dream of the nameless man would really happen again tonight, and verify his many guesses and plans in the dream.

Just then, footsteps were heard from the direction of the living room door, and Alice and Luni appeared in Duncan's sight pushing a dining cart.

"It's dinner time!" Alice said happily, as if she didn't notice the atmosphere in the living room at all. "Shall we eat in the dining room or in the living room?"