The moment Duncan took out the sun talisman, the scene was quiet for several seconds - his words "his own people" floated in the air plainly, which brought about more than a dozen pairs of eyes looking at each other unexpectedly and cautiously. Then the tall and thin man who looked like a small leader suddenly lowered his voice and said in a hurry: "Put it away quickly! Be careful that the church's eyeliner is nearby!"

This talisman really works? Is this thing so convincing among the Sun Cultists?

Duncan was happy, but he still maintained a mysterious posture of expressionless covering half of his face. While putting away the amulet, he said lightly: "If there were really church eyeliners nearby, you such a large group of people gathered together would be more eye-catching than mine."

As soon as he finished speaking, a man with a beard on the other side subconsciously spoke: "No, we can gather together to attract the sheriff at most to disturb social security..."

"Shut up!" The tall and thin leader immediately stopped his subordinates' blind pussy, and then his eyes fell on Duncan, "This is necessary caution - after all, this city is very unsafe now. Come over and don't do anything extra."

Duncan walked towards the opposite side calmly, and the other party looked at him carefully. After watching for a long time, the tall and thin man asked in a low voice: "Are you a believer living in this city?"

Duncan thought about it and nodded: "Yes."

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

His plan is very simple. He will find a way to get involved in troubled waters and get to the group of cultists, and then see if he can find out any news. If he doesn't reveal it, he will listen and ask more questions. If he is exposed, he will turn Ai and give them all to the pigeon.

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

"The gathering venue in the sewer, where a sun sacrifice was underway. The ceremony was out of control and we lost a lot of people - but I escaped," Duncan said without any psychological burden, while paying attention to the reactions of the Suns around him. He could feel that the tense atmosphere on these people had obviously relaxed, and only the tall and thin little leader in front of him was still cautious. "There were three people who escaped with me, but we were separated, and now I could not contact the church at all - until I met you, the sun gave me guidance."

The tall and thin man nodded without comment, then his eyes fell on Duncan's shoulder: "What is this?"

"I have a pet," Duncan said casually, "can't you tell it? It's just an ordinary pigeon."

Ai shook his head at the right time, making a loud "cuckoo".

"This pigeon has a loud voice..." The tall and thin man seemed to finally relax his vigilance. Perhaps he subconsciously felt that the guys who abide by the rules and regulations would not have the habit of running around the city with a bird. He nodded, "Come with me, it is not safe to speak outside."

Duncan suddenly felt relieved, and he felt that the first step to fishing for troubled waters seemed to have been successful.

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

The alley was deeper than he had imagined. It seemed to lead to the most forgotten dark hinterland of this dilapidated city. A group of cultists took Duncan around and passed the old pipe system that constantly released steam, passed through the path of sewage flowing, and finally walked into a low and dilapidated building complex. The deeper it went, the darker and more broken side of the prosperous steam capital was undoubtedly revealed in front of Duncan.

He thought that the place where he and Nina lived was already the lower-level community of the city, but now he suddenly realized that the down-and-out antique shop was actually a "decent place" in the Lower City.

Most of the dilapidated houses on both sides of the road were dead and seemed to have been abandoned for a while, but the shadows of a few houses seemed to be numb or gloomy. It seemed that homeless people were hiding in this forgotten city, watching indifferently the uninvited guests who broke into this place.

But in the end, these sinister eyes quickly retracted - the dozen people brought by the tall and thin man were obviously enough to make the wanderers living here afraid.

"See it, this is the most prosperous city-state on the vast sea, Plander," the man in black who first attracted Duncan's attention muttered, as if he was talking to himself, and as if he was saying to Duncan, "Everywhere is the same, the same is true in Renze, the cold port, and even the elves' light-fresh port, which is known as the "paradise of peace and justice"... They claim that the so-called "sun" shines fairly on the world and brings light and order to all things, but how much sunshine is left to talk about in these gutters?"

Duncan did not respond, but looked up and saw steam and fuel pipes spreading from the upper city and industrial city intertwined over the buildings above the heads. The huge valves and pressure structures were like many bizarre beasts entrenched above the heads of the surrounding low and dilapidated buildings. The sunlight shone through the gaps of these pipes, causing the sewage between the buildings to emit an unpleasant stench.

Most of the sewage is condensed by steam leaking from nearby pipes. As the city operates, the sewage is mixed with chemicals in the factory and accumulates in the lower city day after day.

There is no need to live in this city for long, Duncan can roughly guess how this "urban abscess" occurs after a glance.

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

Whether it is bewitched by the descendants of the sun or forced by a bad life, these cultists are indeed born with their reasons - but so what?

These cultists who thought they were forced by the city-state and had to live in the gutter eventually came to the lower city area to capture the helpless poor people and serve as living sacrifices - countless ragged people in that cave, none of them were decent people in the upper city area.

As a "exotic man" who doesn't understand this world enough, Duncan feels that he doesn't need to comment too much on this city-state, but at least as a former sacrifice, he thinks these cultists are not something.

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

The stronghold is underground in an abandoned factory.

These cultists who were hiking around in the gutters always seemed to have a way to find the right gutters and transform them into their gathering places, or this prosperous steam capital had countless gutters suitable for raising some dark blasphemy.

A group of people crossed the semi-collapsed courtyard wall outside the factory and opened the iron gate leading to the underground structure. Duncan originally planned to observe the situation in the factory to satisfy his curiosity about the "steam age", but he did not find a chance. He was directly led to a slanted staircase leading to the underground and came to the "secret base" of the cultists.

This place may have been a factory warehouse or a machinery room, but now it has obviously been emptied. The huge space is only the remaining piping systems on the roof and the gas lamps on the walls that can no longer be lit. The dark space is very dangerous, and even the cultists know this, so they lit oil lamps using whale oil as fuel everywhere underground. Under the light brought by a large number of oil lamps, Duncan saw that more than a dozen cultists gathered here.

After the church severely damaged a sacrifice site, so many Sun believers gathered together? Where did these cults emerge? Could it be that like mushroom moss, whenever there is a gutter, it will grow on its own?

Duncan looked at the figures gathered in the wide basement in surprise, and the cultists were also looking at him, the stranger who suddenly appeared, curiously and alertly. Then the tall and thin man came over again, and several seemingly strong and tall believers followed closely behind, standing around Duncan.

Duncan frowned: "Why, after coming in, do you have to search again? I don't know there is this rule."

"If you are really a church eyeliner, it's useless to search your body," said the tall and thin man, taking out a cloth strip from his arms and handing it to Duncan, "Relax, just a more rigorous verification, just a necessary caution - we have lost many compatriots over the years for various reasons. Hold it and read with me."

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 off from an old clothes, with dark brown stains on the surface, as if dried blood.

Is this another prop for Sun believers to verify their compatriots?

Duncan was a little surprised and lamented that this was truly a group of professionals who were chased all day long. Although he didn't see much combat power, his skills to prevent external penetration and internal ghosts were indeed full.

Then he took the thing handed over by the other party, and heard the tall and thin man start to mumble some sentences in a low voice: "In the name of the sun, I wish the Lord's glory shines..."

Duncan suddenly felt very familiar when he heard this - he only heard a cultist talk about this with him not long ago!

The cult even gave him a talisman.

Duncan raised his finger quietly, and a cluster of undetected green flames immediately penetrated into the seemingly ordinary cloth strip in his hand. Then he looked stern and followed the tall and thin man in front of him to read the prayers.

The strip of cloth that seemed to be soaked in blood was kept honestly in his hands, and seemed to be unresponsive.

The tall and thin man's eyes fell on the strip of cloth. After a long time, he finally nodded gently, stretched out his hand to retract the strip of cloth from Duncan and said with a smile: "Welcome back to the glory of the Lord, fellow citizens."
Chapter completed!