Duncan looked at Mr. Morris standing on the first floor with some surprise, taking note of his disheveled appearance and the peculiar expression on his face.
He slowly came downstairs, greeting the elderly scholar, "Good morning—what happened? You look like you've run through wind and rain to get here."
"Mr. Duncan," Morris regained his composure, momentarily setting aside the mysterious blonde lady nearby. He took off his thoroughly soaked hat while moving forward, "I need your help... I don't know how to explain this to you, nor am I sure if you are willing to intervene, but... I've discovered that Doomsday Preachers are active in the city, tampering with Plunder's history, I..."
The man hesitated, suddenly faltering.