The captain's cabin was filled with an awkward silence that persisted for a long time.
Finally, it was Duncan who broke the silence first. He shifted his gaze from the dog and looked seriously at Mr. Maurice beside him, "Logically, do you think this makes sense?"
Maurice blinked sluggishly, his face as tangled in confusion as someone dragged out of bed at two-thirty in the morning to revise a paper. He felt that the trials he faced when he became a saint were nothing compared to the difficulty of this moment. He struggled for a while before blurting out, "Throughout history... I've never heard of such a thing... This is beyond my comprehension."
"Of course it is—Throughout history, the only Profound Demon able to read might just be this dog," Duncan said, massaging his temples with mixed feelings, "Does your doctrine mention the God of Wisdom bestowing blessings on Profound Demons?"
