Heidi did not notice anything abnormal in her father's tone.

"Yes," she nodded calmly, "I went to Mr. Duncan's antique shop with Vanna, chatted with Mr. Duncan there for a few words, then gave Nina a hypnotic treatment, and then came back with Vanna."

At the end of the story, she hesitated for a moment, thinking about whether to tell her father about the fire that she heard from Nina and the strange reaction after hearing this, but in the end she stopped the idea.

Fanna's extremely serious expression in the car at that time was still fresh in her memory. There might be danger hidden power behind this matter, and it might be so serious that it would attract spy as long as it is said. Although his father is a truth believer who serves the God of Wisdom, Rahem, like him, and can be considered half an extraordinary person, just like most truth believers, he is more similar to a pure scholar and is not good at dealing with dangerous things directly.

Morris still had a gentle and calm expression on his face. He nodded gently and said inadvertently: "Then you have been there for a long time... Did you forget the time when chatting with Mr. Duncan? He is indeed a person with a strong desire for knowledge."

"Uh... that's not," Heidi's face suddenly felt a little embarrassed, "It's just... I've been delayed in hypnosis treatment for Nina."

"When hypnotizing Nina?" Morris raised his eyebrows when he heard the name of his student, "Not going well? Is her mental state very bad? Is it affected by the previous museum fire?"

Heidi couldn't help but roll her eyes when she heard her father's series of questions: "You really care about your student - don't worry, she is in good condition, she is just a little anxious. After my relaxation and guidance, she has no problem and will not affect the final exam. What I said is delaying time... is because of something else."

Morris made a curious voice: "Oh?"

"Ahhh, maybe I'm a little too tired at this time," Heidi laughed dryly with embarrassment. "After hypnotizing her, I fell asleep myself, and slept until the evening..."

"You fell into a deep sleep while hypnotizing Nina?" Morris' expression finally changed slightly, but he quickly regained control, "This is not like you."

"People always have negligence, let alone how long has it been since I took a vacation," Heidi waved her hand impatiently, "Hey, don't ask, I'm so adult, you and your mother will be so nervous when you come back later, and questions come one by one..."

Morris just looked at his daughter quietly for a few seconds, then showed a gentle expression as usual on his face, and shook his head with a smile: "Okay, then I won't ask anymore-there is still food in the kitchen, just heat it up, I'll go see your mother."

"Okay," Heidi nodded, said goodbye to her father and walked towards the kitchen, but after taking a few steps, he suddenly turned around, "By the way, you are planning to visit that antique shop in the future, right?"

"Yes," Morris was already standing at the door of the bedroom, and the wall lights on the walls next to the corridor were scattered with dim lights, casting a mottled shadow on his old face. "Is there anything wrong?"

"I left in a hurry today and didn't talk to Mr. Duncan about Nina's situation. I'll write a letter in retrospect. You can take it with you when you're in the past."

"No problem," Morris nodded, and then muttered softly as if he was saying to himself, "I'm going to go again..."

Heidi left, but the old historian with gray hair was still standing quietly at the bedroom door. He seemed to be thinking. After nearly ten seconds, he finally let out a gentle breath and pushed open the dark wooden door.

The lights in the bedroom are still dim, and there is only a small wall lamp in the bedroom with a well-decorated style. The dim lights are sprinkled down, vaguely illuminating the outline of the bed.

Morris turned around and carefully locked the door, and slowly walked to the head of the bed.

"Dear, are you okay?"

He said softly to the squirming ashes on the bed that maintained the human profile.

The pile of ashes with blurred outlines of humans and constantly floating and wriggling, a subtle whispering sound came from the ashes, as if they were responding gently. Between the ashes, the knot ribbon that was about to be woven slight friction sounds. The gorgeous silk rope slowly shuttled under the ashes, slowly and firmly weaving knots.

"Yes, it's so beautiful. Your craft has always been very good," Morris heard the reply in the slight whisper. He smiled on his face, praising his wife's knitting skills, "I'm still hanging the one you made for me in the study."

The room was quiet, and in the dim light, time seemed to be deceived at this moment, but after half a minute, Morris broke the silence: "Heidi went out today, and when she came back, there was a red agate on the bracelet disappeared."

The ashes on the bed suddenly stopped and a low mutter came from the sound of the sound.

"I'm not sure what happened now. If it was a shelter from my Lord Rahem, it would mean that Heidi encountered a danger that could penetrate her rational barrier today, but Heidi knew nothing, and I didn't notice any malicious thoughts in her," Morris said slowly. "It looked more like she was passing by 'something' without any consciousness, passively stimulating the bracelet's protection..."

Morris suddenly stopped and listened to the whispers from the ashes.

"Well, at my reminder, Heidi saw the missing part on the bracelet, and the problem is here-she thinks that red agate didn't exist in the first place," Morris nodded, "This is a self-protection mechanism, which may come from her intuition, or from the 'inspiration' of the God of Wisdom, but in any case, this protection is preventing her from continuing to understand something...

"I? I want to investigate, I'll go by myself."

The pile of ashes on the bed was slightly ups and downs.

Morris shook his head: "There may be a little risk, so I will pray and divine in advance, but I must go there - in fact, I have been to that place once, it looks just a mediocre antique shop, with a diligent owner and a studious child living there, at that time I did not sense any malice or evil power entrenched there...

“So if the risk factor was only in the store when Heidi visited today, the owner of that store could be threatened – my students live there, and I have to go and check it out.

"After all, I am her teacher and the servant of the God of Wisdom..."

Morris said softly, then heard the pile of ashes on the bed whispering faintly. He listened for a long time before slowly shook his head.

"No, I can't alarm the people in the cathedral... Although their moves may be more effective, their overly decisive style may also hurt my students - for the guardians of the church, the priority of suppressing heresy and eliminating evil is too high, and..."

Speaking of this, Morrist paused, and then continued: "And actually I don't really want to attract the attention of the Cathedral, after all... I am a heresy hiding hidinger who has been shaken."

His voice was low, his eyes were gentle on the ashes on the bed, staring at his wife who had died in the fire eleven years ago.

Watching the shadow she left in the world.

Ashes slowly rose, and a stream of ashes seemed to condense into an arm, gently brushing across Morris' face.

"I know... I know..." Morris lowered his head, as if he was talking to himself, and as if he was confessing to an invisible existence, "I am a person with a shaken faith, and I am so cowardly that I refuse to completely degenerate... The God of Wisdom gave me eyes that could see through the falsehood that day, but I weakly closed it and made unrealistic wishes. I wanted to leave you in this world, but I could not completely deceive myself... Instead, I stuck myself in this most embarrassing situation..."

He raised his head and gently held the wisp of floating ashes, but his fingers passed through the dust.

"I wish I was as ignorant as Heidi, so that I could see another look of you...I haven't seen you in eleven years."

A gentle sound came from the ashes, as if sand and dust were rubbing, and as if a cluster of warm little fire was crackling. Morris was calming down little by little as he listened to the sound.

"I understand, I understand... all this will end. The stage will always end. No matter what responds to my wish on that day, it will one day come to collect the destined price. I am actually ready. When it charges the price, I will let myself disappear completely in this world. Even if the shadow of sub-space is not enough to touch the real world through this 'wish', but..."

Morris looked up and stared at the outline of the ashes in the dim light.
Chapter completed!