Deep Sea Embers

Nina went off to school, and as she had done many times over the years, she trusted her uncle's promise to her that he would be waiting in the shop for her to come home from school.

It is also possible that she has long since disbelieved, but she is still persistently pretending to believe.

Duncan stood behind the window on the first floor of the antique shop, watching Nina's trotting figure quickly turn around the end of the alley and disappear from his field of vision.

Uncle Duncan would be in the shop waiting for her when she came home, he had promised.

"Ai, come here."

With a flash of thought in his mind, a stream of green flames flashed across the air, and the figure of the dove appeared in front of Duncan.

The bird tilted its head and looked at its master with mung bean eyes.

Through the connection established by the fire of the spirit body, Duncan can clearly perceive the position of the pigeon and its state - although it is not yet possible to fully share the five senses, but the current level of perception can already do There are many things.

Duncan lowered his head and looked into Ai's small eyes: "You are actually very smart, you can fully understand what I say, and you can do a lot of things, right?"

The pigeon immediately patted its wings proudly: "Loyalty is unspeakable, loyalty is unspeakable!"

"Then I have a bold idea now, and I want you to try it." Duncan smiled, and then took out the sun badge that has now become the "Cult Approaching Alarm" from his arms.

He carefully wrapped the badge with a piece of cloth to prevent it from being exposed to ordinary people, and then carefully tied it to Ai's back with cloth strips.

The pigeon was very cooperative from beginning to end, and even helped Duncan tie the cloth strips with its beak. It seemed to fully understand what its master wanted to do. Except that it couldn't express its thoughts accurately, it was as smart as a human being.

"You just fly around the city. When the badge is hot, search for the place that resonates. It's best to be specific to a certain building," Duncan confessed to the pigeon seriously, "I will sense your position... By the way, let's go down first. Do not go to Shangcheng District, I am not familiar with it, and I can’t determine the address just by location.”

The pigeon flapped its wings and tilted its head: "How about French fries?"

Duncan said with a straight face: "As long as you can locate one, I can bury you with French fries."

Without saying a word, the pigeon rushed to the gate flapping its wings, as if it was afraid of its master's regret.

Duncan watched the pigeon fly away in the sky with a smile on his face, and he clearly tracked the current position of the pigeon and the general environment around it in his perception. On the counter, while looking at the map, recalling the plan details of the downtown area in his mind, while tracking Ai in his perception, he kept confirming the position of the bird.

It was actually simpler than he expected—the connection established by the fire of the spirit body was stronger than at first, and Ai's flight route was almost a clear and bright guideline in his mind, with the aid of maps and memories , it is not difficult to locate the bird at all.

It's a good idea.

Duncan exhaled lightly, and leaned back behind the counter in a comfortable position—he promised Nina that he would not go out to "ask for danger", and that was naturally to be done.

But he can let the pigeons go hunting and write the report letter at home...

In all fairness, this is a better solution. Pigeons that can fly are much more efficient than him wandering around the city by himself. Of course, there are also disadvantages to doing this, that is, after finding the cultist's den, there is no way to mix in it After scouting for information, there is only a little reporting value left.

But Duncan didn't care much about this regret. Anyway, according to the experience of attending the rally last time, those cultists who can be easily found are essentially a group of young people who inquire about information at the grassroots level, and their intelligence value is limited. , and if Ai really senses some "big fish"...he also has a follow-up method to "catch" the big fish alone.

After all, Ai's ability is more than just flying around with a sensor on his back - his job is to deliver...

If he really found a big fish, he asked Ai Yi to open the door and transfer him to the Lost Home. His body was on the ship, so he could interrogate him more conveniently.

It just so happened that he hadn't tried letting pigeons teleport humans, and he couldn't do this kind of experiment with innocent citizens—but it's different for those cult priests who kill people and cut out their hearts when they have nothing to do.

They can be "consumables" when necessary.

Just like this, Duncan leaned on the chair to sense Ai's position, while calculating his plan in his mind, he felt more and more that this was a perfect plan——his draft report letter, draft interrogation, search and arrest, and transmission process were all planned. Well, now it's just a two-legged purse called a "sun believer".

The only thing that still needs to be considered in this whole set of plans at present is how to explain to Nina when the authorities give out bonuses if his report letter is true.

Duncan thought for a long time, and suddenly remembered something——

In this world that has developed into the industrial age, there is such a thing as a "bank".

This is the inevitable result and necessary condition of the development of economy and productivity.

Although the banking system in this world is far less convenient and popular than on Earth, the minimum account function is always available.

The city-states on the Boundless Sea even built an interoperable financial system based on this—even though maintaining this system is far more difficult than on Earth, they still built this system.

The original owner of my body is not very good, and has never established an account with the city-state bank—this is a normal thing in the lower city. Normally, only decent people in the upper city can reach the level of being able to deal with banks." level”, but the bank itself is open to all citizens.

There is a bank in the cross block.

Duncan had a plan in mind, and he decided to go to the Cross Street District in one or two days to establish his first "bank account" in this world, so that if his activities in the human world expand in the future, the flow of funds will also change. It's more convenient - and even if you don't think about the future, you can save the link of leaving an address when you write a report letter in the future, and just leave an account.

Of course, whether it is feasible to do so will have to be tried at that time. After all, the original owner of his body does not have much experience in dealing with the city-state security department (or strictly speaking, he does not have much positive experience), but Duncan thinks that doing so is reasonable.

In this unsafe world, reporting anonymously should be a normal choice for many enthusiastic citizens who are prudent.

As for today...he still decided to stay in the antique shop peacefully.

This is not all because he has to strictly abide by the "promise" with Nina, but because this is the first time he has used the power of the fire of the spirit body to position the pigeon after flying so far. Extra concentration is required, so a stable environment is required.

The other reason is that it is really time for him to do a serious "business" for a day-this store has not opened in his hands yet.

Duncan stretched his waist and stood up from behind the counter. He slowly came to the gate and hung the "open" sign outside.

Now he has some plans and new plans, and it all started because he made an agreement with a seventeen-year-old girl. This is really... an interesting experience.

...

Near the cross street, in the dilapidated abandoned factory, the church guards wearing long coats with black background and silver borders have already set up a blockade around them, and the judge Fanna, who is wearing light armor and carrying a great sword of blessing, is Accompanied by two deep-sea priests, he passed through the sloping staircase and came to the abandoned space on the basement floor of the factory.

Everything here is still the same as it was originally - after the first batch of guards received the report and discovered the meeting place, they sealed off the site until now.

In the huge basement, the disgusting smell of blood was particularly strong, mixed with the pungent smell of chemicals after the flames were roasted. The corpses of the cultists fell all over the place, but except for the corpses of these sun heretics , there was no trace of anything belonging to the "assailant" found at the scene - no additional bodies, not even additional pieces of clothing.

Fan Na frowned slightly.

This is a one-sided crushing battle, the attackers are far more powerful than these cultists who are basically ordinary people, and it seems that things happened so suddenly that a considerable part of these sun heretics are He was directly killed without having time to resist.

Who moved the hand?

A wild transcendent who has a personal vendetta against these cultists? Another powerful heretical order? Or some kind of out-of-control blood sacrifice, where these self-inflicted heretics have summoned monsters from the "deep" that they have no control over?

The young judge fell into deep thought.