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Then through the content of the notebooks, which were full of subjects about steam mechanisms and engineering principles, plus the occasional complaints of teachers and classmates, it’s easy to judge the owner was a young maiden that still attended school.

Duncan eventually returned to the master bedroom after restoring everything in the other room to its original state. He needed more time to comb through his memories, which he did by sitting at the edge of the bed.

After a while, he got up again and went to the cabinet nearby. By following the reflexes in his muscles to open the cabinet door and one of the drawers, he fiddled around and found what he wanted: several bottles of spirits quietly hidden in the depths of the drawers, plus half a box of analgesic and nerve-relieving tablets, which were left behind by the cultist named “Ron” in the world.

The previous guy had a serious illness that had worsened to the point of no return, so poor-quality spirits and painkillers were the only things that could ease the pain at that time. However, pain remedies obviously did not help to prolong a sick patient’s life.

So, the man, who had lost all hope in his life, turned to the Sun Sect after the preacher told him about how the healing power of the Sun God could solve all ills of the world – including one’s ailing body. That’s how Ron converted to becoming a cultist.

And to a certain extent, the cultists did keep their promise.

By performing a gruesome and strange ritual, the cultists were able to transfer the vitality of the innocent into another body of its believers. Duncan did not know the principle behind such a ritual, nor did he know if it really cured the incurable disease. Still, according to the remnants of the fragmented memory, the cultist named “Ron” did get better after the ceremony. It’s the main reason the original owner of this body donated a large part of his family wealth to the cause – he got a taste of the forbidden fruit.

But Duncan didn’t care about what had happened between the dead cultists.

Reaching deeper into the drawer, he smoothly groped around into the dark compartment and soon found a revolver and a box of bullets in good condition.

The City-State of Pland does not forbid citizens to bear guns, requiring only legal formalities to purchase and carry. However, a dealer of fraudulent antiques in the lower sector of town obviously lacked the funds and credibility to obtain a gun permit. Therefore, it’s almost certain this weapon was obtained illegally. But no matter. Legal or not legal, this gun now belonged to Captain Duncan.

Exactly then, a slight noise suddenly caught his attention – it was the sound of a key rubbing against the door on the first floor.

“You have a new message!” Ai untimely chirps this while Duncan peered out the window to investigate.

“Quiet,” he hushes the bird while holding the gun close to himself in readiness, “you stay here in the room and wait for my order. Also, keep your beak closed while outsiders are present.”

Ai immediately flapped her wings and flew to a nearby cabinet, “Aye captain!”

Duncan hurried out of the room, and just as he was reaching the top of the stairs, he heard the rapid footsteps coming upwards, followed by a young and urgent girl’s voice from below: “Uncle Duncan? Are you back?”

In the next second, a girl with long dark brown hair in a long brown dress and white shirt came into Duncan’s sight.

The maiden looked to be only seventeen or eighteen years old, thin and small, her hair seemingly stained with a little morning dew. The girl’s appearance was not too prominent, but she had the youthful beauty that this age should have while showing a surprised face after meeting Duncan at the stairwell.

He did not respond, only standing there silently on the second floor and hiding behind the faint light shining through the narrow window gap. Eventually, he finally spoke using an uncertain voice: “What did you just call me?”

“Uncle… Duncan?” There was a moment of surprise on the girl’s face, and then she tensed up by grabbing the handrail. The young girl was trying to see the face her uncle was making but couldn’t due to the darkness, “Is there something wrong? You… did you drink again? You haven’t been home in days… and when I saw the light outside…”

Duncan soaked in the information like a sponge there. According to his memories, this girl should be his “niece” and his only living relative, according to the original owner’s memories anyway.

What went wrong? Why would this girl, theoretically could not have known my secret, call out name “Duncan” so naturally?

“Nina,” he said after this name stormed out of his tongue, “were you staying at school yesterday?”

“I’ve been living in the school all these days,” replied the girl under the stairs, “I thought you would be out for at least a week like before. So, I packed up my things and went to burrow with my classmates…. Mrs. White, who managed the dormitory, agreed to my request. I only came home today because I noticed I left a book behind…. Are you okay Uncle? I feel like you’re acting weird today…”

“I’m fine, just a little groggy from sleeping.”

Duncan naturally responded and then strode down the stair to the first floor. A ridiculous theory was brewing in his mind, and now he needed to confirm it.

He and Nina crossed paths, allowing both to make eye contact. However, it wasn’t until Duncan was at the bottom of the staircase did the girl call out, “Uncle Duncan, are you going out later? You…… will you stay home for a few more days?”

“…… depends on the situation,” Duncan kept his back to her due to being uncertain what would happen, “I’m just going to check on the front door. If nothing happens, I’ll be staying home for a few days.”

“Ah okay, then I’ll go buy groceries. There aren’t many ingredients at home…” The girl said quickly and briskly ran upstairs with the youthful air befitting that age.

Duncan had already come up to the shop’s entrance then. Inhaling a soft breath, he pushed open the door and looked up at the signboard overhead. It’s still the old and dirty thing, but the words have changed like it’s always been like this: Duncan’s Antique Shop.

Duncan frowned and slowly came to the nearby dirty glass window to peer at the reflection. It was indeed a strange face, not of the majestic and gloomy ghost captain, but of a tired-looking middle-aged man with a beard and deep eye sockets. This was Ron’s face, the cultist who had already been swallowed up by death in the sewers.

Eventually, the noise of the city life had cut him off from the inspection. It’s livening up around him. First, the crisp sound of door bells ringing by doors opening around the streets were rampant, followed by the bicycle chimes and passers-by talking on the streets.

“Good morning, Mr. Duncan. Have you read today’s newspaper? The Deep Sea Church seems to have destroyed a big cult den!” Eventually, someone passing by the front of the antique shop even greeted him.