Joad said to the investigator with a thankful tone, and the investigator replied with a comforting tone.
"But no matter what, Mr. Jode, you have finally defeated the monster and protected Navaha. The Lord will not abandon the warriors who fight to protect him."
"No...it wasn't us who defeated the monster...it was the dragon?" Jod said seriously to the investigator. After hearing what Jod said, the investigator was slightly stunned, and then spoke with an incredible look on his face.
"Dragon? Are you sure?"
"Yes... I'm sure, it's a dragon, a dragon that only exists in legends. It is said that dragons only existed before the savior came into the world..." Joad answered in a daze. Listening to Joad's words, the investigator spoke with a serious expression.
"Sir Jode, are you sure you really saw a creature like a dragon? This is not an illusion? Or is it not a dream? You just said that the monster has the ability to hypnotize and dream..."
"Dream? Maybe... When I was attacked by that monster, I started to get confused. I really didn't know what was a dream and what was reality... I could only vaguely sense some unclear images... But I want to say that even if the dragon really existed in the dream, it was definitely a dragon in the dream that could move freely in the dream world, not something I simply imagined, because besides me, Santos and the others also saw the dragon. But it was something I imagined in my dream, and it would not be seen by others...
"So the dragon definitely exists. It's not just someone's fantasy. It appeared at the most dangerous moment and saved us. We defeated the monster. We even suspected at the time whether it was God's messenger who came to save us..."
Joad said to the investigator with a haggard face. After hearing what Joad said, the investigator immediately spoke in a serious tone.
"Please be careful with your words, Mr. Qiao De. There is no record in the holy scriptures that the Three Saints have any dragon-shaped apostles... What you just said is very dangerous."
The investigator seemed to be reminding Joad, and Joad answered immediately.
"Ah... you misunderstood. We all kept the scriptures in mind and did not regard the dragon as the Lord's apostle. This was just a feeling after surviving a catastrophe..."
Joad explained this to the investigator, and after hearing his words, the investigator's wariness did not diminish much, and he continued in a stern tone.
"Just sighing? ... Yeah ... I see. I appreciate your explanation, Mr. Qiao De. I have a general understanding of the situation last night. I will report the situation of the Dream Moth and the Dream Dragon immediately.
"The incident in Navaha is very serious. We need to send more personnel to conduct a more detailed investigation. In the next period of time, Sir Jode and the other three soldiers who participated in the battle last night will temporarily stay in Navaha for a while to cooperate with our investigation."
The investigator said this to Joad in the mirror, as if Joad's words just now touched his sensitive nerves as an investigator. There was a hint of vigilance in his eyes when he looked at Joad, and Joad was slightly startled after hearing his words, and then continued to speak.
"The four of us...are we still staying here? No, sir. We also have an escort mission. Pious believers need to go to the Holy Land of the Virgin Mary for worship. Our mission is to escort them. We are only here to wait for you to take over the Haiyuan Church case and rest at the same time...We have waited long enough now, and we can't wait any longer according to the schedule."
Qiao De said this to the investigator, indicating that several people on his side had their missions and could not stay to cooperate with their investigation, but the investigator did not agree with Qiao De's words.
"I'm sorry, this extraordinary incident is very serious. You are the most core people involved. Without you, the investigation will be difficult to carry out... We need you to stay here..."
The investigator spoke to Qiao De in a stern tone. Qiao De frowned deeply as he listened to the investigator's words.
"But, our mission..."
"You can continue your mission. We only want the four of you to stay. The rest of you can continue your pilgrimage. This fleet is so large, it can still operate without four people..."
The investigator spoke to Joad, and Joad continued speaking with some reluctance.
"That's right. The fleet can still set sail without us, but there are only four of us white-ranked people in our entire escort team. If we are all silent, the risk of the fleet's voyage will increase a lot..."
"Actually, there's no need to worry too much about this. This place is not too far from Ivig, and the waterways are very safe. Even ships without extraordinary powers can sail safely, not to mention fleets.
"Besides, I see that the four of you have obvious sequelae after the battle with the monster, and your mental state is not good. If you are in such a state, it may be even more likely to deteriorate. So it is best for you to stay and cooperate with our investigation and recuperate at the same time. The fleet can appoint an experienced officer to lead Ivig... I will report to the higher-ups and explain your situation clearly. This is a special case and you will not be held responsible."
The investigator spoke to Joad seriously. After hearing his words, Joad thought seriously that his current mental state was indeed not suitable for command. After sighing, he said to the investigator.
"Okay, we'll stay and the fleet will continue sailing."
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In the afternoon in Navaha, in a house full of dust and cobwebs, a dazed, poorly dressed, skinny young man was walking in the house, looking at the surrounding scene with a dazed look.
The young man was a painter who lived alone. He was sent to a mental hospital because of insomnia a year ago. This morning, he woke up slowly and found himself lying on the street in Navaha.
Following vague memories, the young man returned to his grandfather's home a year ago. Stepping on the creaking floor, he looked around at the dilapidated furniture and many dusty paintings.
After walking for a while, the young man came to a locked door. After finding the key hidden in the vase, he opened the rusty door lock. After entering the door, he walked up the stairs and went straight into a hidden attic.
When he entered the attic, what caught his eyes were rows of hanging paintings, all painted with bizarre moths of various shapes.
Some of these paintings are abstract, some are detailed, some are exquisite, and some are sloppy, but the objects they depict are all moths. These are works from his youth when he was worshipping moths, and they were created after he received inspiration.
The young man slowly walked to the end of the attic, where there stood a large easel, and on the easel's drawing board, there was a finished painting of a moth. After looking at the painting for a few seconds, the young man seemed to want to continue painting and finish it, but he was hesitant to do it. After a short pause, he reached out and tore down the painting, and then replaced it with new drawing paper.
Then, the young man began his own creation. As the paint on the side had already dried up, he directly picked up a pencil and quickly drew on the drawing paper. He had just returned home, and this was the first thing the young man did while creating a painting.
Under the young man's control, lines kept jumping and arranging on the huge drawing paper, outlining the shape. Under the enthusiasm for creation, the skinny young man seemed tireless. With the passage of time, an image gradually appeared on the drawing paper.
This time, the image on the paper was completely different from the weird moths that filled the attic.
Sharp teeth and claws, huge wings spread, dense scales, horns on the spine, it is a mighty dragon spreading its wings ready to fly, and under the young man's superb skills, the dragon's irresistible, powerful and mighty posture is displayed to the fullest, which is completely different from the grotesque and weird style of the moth. What is reflected on the drawing paper is the purest power, antiquity and majesty.
After finishing the painting, the young man breathed a sigh of relief, then dropped his pen and slumped down on the chair at the back. Then, he stared at the drawing paper in front of him while gasping for breath, staring at the dragon he had drawn on it, in a trance.
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