The moment Duncan took out the Sun Amulet, the scene fell silent for several seconds. His casual words, "One of us," drifted through the air, prompting more than a dozen pairs of eyes to exchange surprised yet wary looks. Then the tall, thin man who appeared to be their leader suddenly lowered his voice and said urgently, "Put that away! There might be Church informants nearby!"
This amulet really worked? Was this thing really that persuasive among Sun Cultists?
Duncan laughed inwardly, but outwardly he maintained his expressionless, mysterious posture with half his face concealed. As he put the amulet away, he said calmly, "If there really are Church informants nearby, a whole crowd of you gathering here is much more conspicuous than my amulet."
Before he had even finished speaking, a scruffy-bearded man across from him blurted out, "No, if we gather together at most we'll attract the constables and get charged with disturbing public order..."
"Shut up!" The tall, thin leader immediately cut off his subordinate's nonsense, then turned his gaze to Duncan. "It's necessary caution—this city is very unsafe right now. Come over here, and don't make any unnecessary movements."
Duncan calmly walked toward them while the others scrutinized him from head to toe. After studying him for a long while, the tall, thin man finally asked in a low voice, "Are you a believer who lives in this city?"
Duncan thought for a moment, then nodded. "Yes."
The original owner of this body had indeed lived in the city, and he lived here now as well. For such obvious questions, he decided to tell the truth.
His plan was simple: find a way to blend in with these cultists and see whether he could gather any information. If he remained undiscovered, he would listen and ask