Deep Sea Ember

Chapter 71 Gathering in the Gutter

The moment Duncan took out the sun talisman, there was a few seconds of silence at the scene - his phrase "his own people" floated plainly in the air, bringing more than a dozen pairs of eyes to look at each other unexpectedly and cautiously, and then the one who looked like a small leader, The tall and thin man suddenly lowered his voice and said in a hurried tone: "Put it away!" Be careful with church eyeliner nearby! Does

this talisman really work? Is this thing so convincing among the Sun Sects?

Duncan was happy in his heart, but on the surface, he still maintained a mysterious posture of covering half of his face with an expressionless face, and said lightly while putting away the amulet: "If there is really a church eyeliner near here, such a large group of people gathered together will be more eye-catching than my talisman.

As soon

as he finished speaking, a bearded man on the opposite side subconsciously spoke: "No, we will gather together to attract the sheriff at most and disturb social order......"

"Shut up!" The tall and thin leader immediately stopped his men's blind forces, and then his eyes fell on Duncan, "This is necessary caution - after all, the city is very unsafe now." You come over and don't make any extra moves.

Duncan walked calmly towards the opposite side, while the other party looked at him carefully up and down, and after looking at it for a long time, the tall and thin man asked in a low voice, "Are you a believer living in this city?"

Duncan thought for a while and nodded: "Yes." The

original owner of this body did live in the city, and he now lives in the city, and in these obvious matters, he decided to tell the truth.

His plan was very simple, find a way to fish in troubled waters to get among these cultists, and then see if he could find out any news.

The tall and thin man did not notice any dangerous thoughts in the heart of the "church compatriot" in front of him, but immediately asked, "As far as I know, the Deep Sea Church attacked ...... a few days ago."

"The assembly hall in the sewers, where a sun sacrifice was going on, the ceremony got out of control, and we lost a lot of people—but I escaped," Duncan said without any psychological burden, paying attention to the reactions of the Sun Cultists around him, he could feel the tense atmosphere on these people clearly relaxing, and only the tall, thin little leader in front of him remained cautious, "There were three more people who escaped with me, but we were separated, and now I can't contact the church at all - until I met you , the sun gave me guidance.

The tall and thin man hummed noncommittally, and then his eyes fell on Duncan's shoulder: "What is this?

"My pet," Duncan said casually, "Can't you see it?" It's just an ordinary pigeon.

Ai shook his head at the right time and made a loud "cooing" sound.

"This pigeon's voice is really loud......" The tall and thin man seemed to have finally relaxed his vigilance, probably subconsciously feeling that the gang of guys in the church who abide by the rules and precepts would not have the habit of running around the city with a bird on their backs, he nodded, "Come with me, it's not safe to talk outside."

Duncan breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, he felt that the first step of fishing in troubled waters seemed to have been successful.

Then he followed the group of cultists and followed them deeper into the alley.

The alley was deeper than he had imagined, it seemed to lead to the most forgotten and dark hinterland of this dilapidated city, a group of cultists took Duncan around and around on the way, passing through the old pipeline system that kept releasing steam, through the path of sewage flowing, and finally around into a low, dilapidated complex, and the deeper he went, the darker and more ruined side of this prosperous steam capital was undoubtedly revealed to Duncan.

He thought that the place where he and Nina lived was already the bottom community of the city, but now he suddenly realized that the down-and-out antique shop was already a "decent place" in the downtown area.

Most of the dilapidated houses on both sides of the road are lifeless and look like they have been abandoned for some time, but in the shadows of a few houses there seems to be a numb or gloomy gaze, as if there are homeless people hiding in this forgotten urban area, indifferently watching the uninvited guests who break into the place.

But in the end, these gloomy gazes were quickly withdrawn - the dozen or so people led by the tall and thin man were obviously enough to make the wanderers living here fearful.

"See, this is the most prosperous city-state on the boundless sea, Prade," the man in black who initially caught Duncan's attention grunted, as if talking to himself, and as if he was telling Duncan, "It's the same everywhere, Renza is like this, Cold Harbor is like this, and even the light wind harbor known as the 'paradise of peace and justice' of the elves...... They claim that the so-called 'sun' shines fairly on the world and brings light order to all things, but how much sunlight is there in these gutters?

Duncan didn't respond, just looked up, and he saw the steam and fuel pipelines spreading from the uptown area and the industrial city area hanging over the buildings above himIntertwined, huge valves and rectification structures were entrenched on top of the surrounding low and dilapidated buildings like many bizarre beasts, and sunlight spilled through the gaps in these pipes, making the sewage between the buildings emit an unpleasant stench.

Most of the sewage was condensed by steam leaking from nearby pipes, and as the city ran, this sewage mixed with chemicals in the factory accumulated in the lower city day after day.

It didn't take long to live in this city, Duncan could roughly guess how this "urban abscess" appeared at a glance.

Duncan silently glanced at the indignant man in black, his expression still indifferent.

Whether

they were bewitched by the descendants of the sun or forced by a bad life, there was a reason for the birth of these cultists—but so what?

These cultists, who thought they were forced by the city-state to live in the gutters, finally came to the lower city to capture the helpless poor and make human sacrifices—none of the countless ragged people in the cave were decent people from the upper city.

As a "stranger" who didn't know the world enough, Duncan felt that he didn't need to evaluate the city-state too much, but at least as a former sacrifice, he felt that these cultists were not a thing.

In silence, he finally arrived at the stronghold of these cultists.

The

stronghold was underground in an abandoned factory.

These cultists who were digging around the gutters seemed to have a way to find a suitable gutter and transform it into their gathering place, or perhaps the prosperous steam capital already had countless gutters suitable for breeding some dark and blasphemous things.

A group of people crossed the half-collapsed courtyard wall on the outskirts of the factory and opened the iron door leading to the underground structure, Duncan had originally planned to observe the situation in the factory and satisfy his curiosity about the "steam age", but he didn't find a chance, he was taken directly to a sloping staircase leading to the underground, and came to the cultists' "secret base".

This place may have been a factory warehouse, or it may have been a mechanical room or something like that, but now it has obviously been emptied, and only the remaining pipe system on the roof and the gas lamps on the walls can no longer be lit in the huge space - the dark space is dangerous, even the cultists know this, so they lit oil lamps fueled by whale fat all over the basement, and under the light brought by a large number of oil lamps, Duncan saw that there were more than a dozen cultists gathered here.

After the church severely damaged a sacrificial site, how many solar believers still gathered? Where did these cultists come from? Could it be that it is the same as mushroom moss, but whenever there is a gutter, it will grow by itself?

Duncan looked at the figures gathered in the wide basement with some surprise, and the cultists were also looking at him curiously and wary of the stranger who suddenly appeared, and then the tall and thin man came over again, and several strong-looking cultists followed closely behind, standing around Duncan.

Duncan frowned: "What's wrong, do you have to search again after coming in?" I didn't know there was such a rule.

"If you are really an eyeliner of the church, it is useless to search your body," the tall and thin man said, taking out a strip of cloth from his arms and handing it to Duncan, "Relax, just a more rigorous verification, just necessary caution - we have lost many of our compatriots over the years for various reasons." Take it and read it as I say.

Duncan glanced at the thing handed over by the other party and saw that it was a dirty strip of cloth, even like something torn from old clothes, and there were black-brown stains on its surface, like dried blood.

Is this another prop for the Sun believers to validate their fellow citizens?

Duncan was a little surprised in his heart, and sighed that this was really worthy of being a group of professionals who were being hunted all day long, although the combat effectiveness was not much seen, but the skills of this external anti-infiltration and internal anti-internal mole were indeed full.

Then he took the things handed over by the other party, and heard the tall and thin man begin to mutter: "In the name of the sun, may the glory of the Lord shine ......"

Duncan immediately felt very familiar - he had just heard a cultist talk about this to himself not long ago!

The cultist also gave him a talisman.

Duncan raised his fingers calmly, and a cluster of unnoticed green flames immediately seeped into the seemingly ordinary strip of cloth in his hand, and then he kept a straight face and followed the tall and thin man in front of him to read those few prayers again.

The strip of cloth that seemed to be soaked in blood stayed in his hand honestly, looking unresponsive.

The tall and thin man's eyes fell on the strip, and after a long time, he finally nodded slightly, and said with a smile while reaching out to take the strip away from Duncan's hand, "Welcome back to the glory of the Lord, compatriots."