Deep Sea Embers

The interior of this antique shop is just as Duncan guessed—it is full of clutter, decadence, and poor business. Even if you just look at the dust accumulated near the window, visitors can imagine that the owner has put his own How bad life is.

The first thing he saw was the storage table near the walls on both sides. On the low and stable table were large vases, sculptures, and totem-like things with unknown meanings, while the wall behind the storage table was covered with grids. For placing relatively small "goods", the counter is located directly opposite the door, which is a long bar counter. The shelf behind the counter is also dusty, and it is full of dark picture frames and small ornaments.

Behind the counter, you can also see a staircase leading to the second floor. It is so gloomy that the structure cannot be seen clearly for the time being.

There is also a small door under the stairs. In the "memory", that door should lead to the warehouse behind the store-half of the space inside is full of sundries.

It was hard to imagine that the cultist he was possessed lived by relying on such a shop that no one seemed to patronize, and even had spare money to offer to the priest of the Sun God.

Duncan walked to the deep counter, the old wooden floor was creaking, and when he passed the stairs, he noticed the lamp fixed on the wall.

That is an electric light.

Duncan frowned slightly immediately.

The style of the lamp is unfamiliar, the wrought iron frame and the gray lampshade have an exotic feel, but in any case, the structure of the tungsten bulb inside is clear at a glance—the light source of this lamp comes from electric energy.

In this world, is electricity already such a common thing? Ordinary civilians in the lower city also use electric lights in their homes?

Then why were gas lamps, oil lamps, and torches used as light sources in the sewers? Why are the street lights outside also using gas lamps?

Huge doubts arose, which seemed unreasonable to Duncan, especially in an environment like a sewer—compared with open flames, gas lamps using flammable gases, and clean and safe electric lamps, there are obvious disadvantages!

At first, he thought it was due to technological limitations that the city managers could only use gas lamps as the light source for the sewers, but now it seems... at least in the city-state of Pland, technology has long since developed to the level where electricity enters the homes of ordinary people !

A huge sense of disobedience filled Duncan's heart. He tried to search for the corresponding knowledge from the memory fragments in his mind, but only got the answers of "this is common sense as it should be" and "this is how urban planning is".

It seems that either this knowledge has not been made public to the public, so that the cultist he possesses knows nothing about it, or this knowledge is so basic that it is not in the cultist's mind A strong enough impression was left in it, causing its corresponding memory to quickly blur and fade after death, leaving only the "natural" impression.

With a temporarily unresolved confusion in his heart, Duncan reached out and turned on the light—with a light click of the switch, the bright light immediately illuminated the area near the stairs and the counter.

There's also a switch on the opposite wall that controls lights in other areas of the storefront on the first floor, but Duncan doesn't plan to touch it just yet.

Nowadays, in the dead of night, a small light in a closed antique shop can be explained by "the owner gets up and walks at night", but suddenly the lights are brightly lit, which may attract unnecessary eyes.

With the help of the limited light near the stairs, Duncan glanced at the nearest products. The first thing he saw was a carved wooden totem less than half a meter high. The wooden totem was painted with red and blue colors. Colored paint depicting eccentric facial patterns, and beside them are antique vases that should be ceramics-they have price tags in front of them, and the price tags mark outrageous prices.

The original price is 420,000, and the discount is 360.

There was such an air of self-abandonment.

Duncan's eyes quickly moved away, and swept across the entire shop.

As long as there is a genuine article here, he will let the Lost Country smash its head against the city wall of Pland.

Fake ones can no longer be fake, and no real collectors are needed to appraise them. Anyone with normal intelligence will not believe that this antique shop in the downtown area will sell real antiques——people who can really stock up on antiques will find them here. This ghetto market? The longest-running thing in this store might not be the signboard at the door...

But Duncan was not surprised by the existence of this store itself-the owner knew that he was selling fake gadgets, and the people who came here to buy things did not expect to have a thousand-year-old statue in their home, everyone knew it well What's going on, the civilians in the lower city also need ways to satisfy their spiritual needs - the signboard of the "antique shop" at the door is not hung up by the shopkeeper for others to see, but for the people who come here to buy things for themselves.

After all, there are sellers of jade under the flyover on the earth. Ninety-eight bracelets are called old pit ice species. If you wear them home and accidentally knock on the door frame, glass shards can fall all over the floor--buyers and sellers don't Do you know what's going on?

Duncan is not interested in the bad life of the owner of this shop. He only cares about one thing: this place should be his first "stay" on land as the captain of the Lost Home.

An "outpost" for understanding the terrestrial world and modern civilized society.

He has secretly made a decision to maintain his current body as much as possible under the condition of "walking in the spirit world", and use this "antique shop" as a cover to operate in the city-state of Prand, and If the training of Ai goes well, and if Ai can transfer "real objects" between the Lost Homelander and the Plant in a stable and controlled manner, this antique shop will also become a secret material transfer warehouse.

Duncan came behind the counter, sat on a chair and carefully sorted out the memory fragments in his mind, deliberating all possible hidden dangers from them.

The original owner of this body was a Sun God believer, but he was only a member of the lowest rank in the entire church system. Due to the continuous crackdown by the city-state authorities on cult activities, the living space of the Sun God believers in Puland City has been compressed to Extreme, its members are extremely cautious in contacting. In addition to wearing full-covered hoods and masks when attending any gatherings, many members at the bottom even have only one or two specific "connectors" in contact with the upper echelons of the church. It is undoubtedly a good thing for Duncan today——

This means that even among the cultists, there is only one person who knows the real identity and contact method of "him". Once this person is gone, no one will know "him"'s ulterior heresy status.

He can walk upright in front of the city-state's administrators, and his identity is a clean and good citizen.

The even better news is that after carefully sorting out his memory, Duncan confirmed that the biggest hidden danger has actually disappeared.

Because "his" connector is one of the three black-robed cultists I saw when I just woke up...

Those three unlucky ones have already been dove.

He relaxed a little, and sat down on the chair in a more comfortable position.

After the biggest hidden danger disappeared, if there was anything to worry about, it would be the other Sun God believers who held sacrifice ceremonies in the underground assembly hall, and the larger, mysterious and dangerous Sun God Church behind those believers.

If the memory in my mind is correct, the city-state of Puland had dealt a severe blow to the Church of the Sun God entrenched in the city four years ago. Since then, this heretical belief has been in decline in the city-state, let alone holding any ceremony. On weekdays, they are able to hide themselves well and not be caught by the church guards. It is already thankful.

But now, these extremely low-key cultists have done something quite high-profile.

The purpose of the sacrificial ceremony was to please the gods, and the other purpose was to collect power or enhance the influence of the gods on the real world-the cultists in the assembly hall at that time, even the priest "messenger" who presided over the ceremony, were actually all It can only be regarded as the grassroots members of the Church of the Sun God. Will these grassroots members organize themselves to do such a big job?

There are not too many memory fragments in Duncan's mind, and it is even more impossible for a grassroots cultist to come into contact with the core secrets of the church, but he can also guess that those cultists who suddenly revived should be received instructions from higher authorities.

That heretical sect that worshiped the "true sun god"...they wanted to do a big thing in Prand, but the sacrificial ceremony that was accidentally messed up by themselves was probably just the most insignificant splash before the big thing started.

Duncan doesn't have any feelings for this "Plender City-State", but if he wants to develop from here, he has to consider that a group of lunatics like "Helios" will mess with him in the city-state. What is the impact.