Deep Sea Embers Chapter 36: A time of day and night

Cooking such a huge fish for lunch is no easy task.

It's not just a technical job, it's even a manual job.

Fortunately, the dual driving force of the fishing guy's sense of mission and his passion for improving the food drives Duncan, allowing him to deal with the big fish caught today with full motivation.

After working in the kitchen for a long time, he finally successfully removed the bone spurs on the head of the ugly fish, and stumblingly divided its plump body into several pieces. There was no meat, so he temporarily put it aside, but the fish belly and back had some good meaty parts, which were very suitable to be used as ingredients on the Lost Homes.

It may seem odd that Captain Dignified is working in the galley himself, but Duncan enjoys it—just wonder how ordinary people who were terrified of the Homeless would react to this scene, they would be horrified Is it the first thing to admire Duncan's excellent fishing skills?

In the process of dividing the fish's flesh into several pieces, Duncan suddenly thought of this question. He couldn't help laughing in a good mood, thinking that maybe one day in the future, he would invite some people kindly. To be a guest on the ship——The Lost Homeland will not always be synonymous with disaster, and he himself does not intend to be a cold-blooded and ruthless ghost captain. After he has a better understanding of the world, he naturally wants to communicate with the contemporary civilized society. Congruent.

At that time, let's invite the guests on board to eat fish.

After completing the simple division, Duncan temporarily put most of the fish into the wooden bucket covered with sea salt, and then pushed the heavy wooden bucket into the warehouse deep in the kitchen, and he prepared the remaining smaller fish. I'll do it later, when they're pickled and dried on the deck, and if all goes well, they'll turn to salted jerky in the sea breeze.

It's a pity that no spirits were found on the boat, otherwise there would be more ways to deal with the fish.

Of course it's a good thing to have fresh fish every day, but Duncan knows that fishing is always a matter of chance. He has a good harvest today, but it may not always be the case in the future - he has to think about how to deal with the excess ingredients. Row.

After all, although there was no sign of corruption in the jerky and cheese stocked on the Lost Country, he couldn't determine whether it was something special about the Lost or whether the "jerky" and "cheese" were unusual. It's not a good thing for the fish that came up to be rotten.

Dried salted fish is at least better than the salted meat of a century ago, even if it's a change of mouth.

Duncan took the tenderest, best looking parts and tossed them into the pot to simmer along with the jerky - which served as a condiment in the process.

This is a wasteful practice. Any real chef will instantly burst his blood pressure after seeing Duncan's operation. The most suitable method for these tender fish is to make fish paste, followed by moderate frying— —Duncan knew this himself, but he did it just to be on the safe side.

He doesn't dare to eat the unfamiliar things caught from the sea, although it is theoretically that Shanghai fish will not carry parasites that are harmful to the human body, and he, the "ghost captain", should Not afraid of ordinary poisons, but what if?

In contrast, stewing is the most effective processing solution for unfamiliar ingredients.

He wants to try this first. If he confirms that the fish is really edible, he will consider other methods.

When it was almost half-afternoon, his belated "lunch" was finally completed.

A bowl of fish soup was served, and the delicious taste made Duncan's appetite widen, but before that, he discreetly forked a piece of fish and put it in front of Ai the pigeon after cooling it.

Pigeons don't eat meat, of course - but Aye is hardly a normal pigeon.

Duncan needs to satisfy his curiosity. There are so many things he needs to try on the Lost Country.

As for what to do if this "abnormal pigeon" is really poisoned after eating the fish... Duncan is actually prepared.

First of all, he has already processed the ingredients as much as possible, and letting the pigeons try it is just a passing scene. Second, if Ai's situation is really wrong, he can also use the green fire to pull it all in at the first time. Spirit body state - he has tried it before, Ay in the spirit body state is the same as the feedback returned by the brass compass, it is equivalent to an "item" controlled by the fire of the spirit body, he can even put the spirit The body Ai is decomposed and reorganized and sent to the designated location around him. In this case, the ordinary toxin will definitely not take effect.

Ai tilted his head and watched Duncan's operation. After confirming that the piece of fish was for himself, it first pecked the table next to it with its mouth shell, and looked at Duncan and the ceiling with two erratic eyes: " Are your melons ripe?"

Duncan: "You can say if you want to eat it or not."

Ai Yi raised her wings and imitated Duncan's tone: "You can say if you want to eat it!"

Then it lowered its head and quickly pecked at the fish that had cooled down. At an astonishing speed, it wiped out the food that no matter how it looked like for pigeons!

After eating, Ai stretched his neck vigorously, and then walked arrogantly on the table. It seemed to become very happy, and after a circle, he returned to Duncan and shouted: "It's delicious! It's delicious. !”

Duncan stared at the pigeon in amazement, and for some reason, a feeling suddenly popped up in his mind - this product is now a combination of "pigeon, real incense, and repeater"!

The three elements are complete, it is the light of human beings (the earth), and the nine-square grid is free to draw and draw according to the form, I am afraid that it can be regarded as a person from the earth without this...

After a while, Duncan confirmed that the pigeon did not have any unusual reactions, and he was completely relieved.

The Captain of the Lost Homes and his pets just hid in the galley and slurped their food.

The fish was really fragrant, just like what Duncan had seen in his dream.

…

The sun is slowly approaching the high walls on the edge of the city, and the towering chimneys, pipes and towers of the Prand city-state are bathed in pale golden light.

In the central area of ​​the city, there was a loud sound of the bell ringing on the high ground where the Cathedral of the Storms was located, and accompanied by the sharp whistling of steam rushing out of the pressure relief valve, a large white mist spurted out from the top of the tower flanking the church, The sky above the highlands was shrouded in clouds like clouds, reflecting the golden sunlight from the sea.

This is the sign of day and night - a reminder that the power of the sun is about to fade quickly and the creation of the world is about to dominate the sky.

The order of the world will then go from firm to shaken, and the influence from the "deep" world will rapidly intensify as night falls, a process that will continue until the sun rises the next day.

In the dark of night, prudent people will choose to stay at home, and those who have to go out should also choose to stay in brightly lit places as much as possible - the gas lamps blessed by the clergy can disperse to the greatest extent possible Malice in the night.

But in any case, this is at least a prosperous and stable big city-state. Under the protection of the Holy Storm Cathedral, even the deepest influence of the world will be suppressed under the critical point of safety. Occasionally appear in the city. The abnormal phenomenon is only a harmless little problem. Ordinary citizens know how to ensure the safety of their homes. There are even church guards who patrol at night to take over the work of the sheriff to ensure the order of the city after dark.

But just like no matter how bright the street lights are, there are always shadows that cannot be seen - even under the eyes of the guardians of the church~IndoMTL.com~ there are always fools who yearn for darkness and subversion, they are afraid They hated the existing order in the world, and eagerly looked forward to a "beautiful era" that they had never seen before.

Fortunately, in a city-state where the forces of order dominate, these disruptors spend most of their time huddled in the shadows.

On the edge of the city-state, deep in the entrance of an abandoned sewer, several figures in black robes were curled up in the corner of the room.

This used to be a temporary resting room for the maintenance and management personnel of the sewer, but now it has been forgotten with the changes in urban planning, and the unattended corner has become a safe haven after the cultists fled in a hurry—— A not-so-bright oil lamp was hung on the wall, and the light flickered, illuminating several gloomy, fearful, and resentful faces.

A black-robed man in his thirties was lying on the floor of the rags, his teeth clenched, his face was pale, his breath was weak and confused, and the others were sitting near him, and someone cursed in a low voice: " Those **** church hyenas..."

"We lost a large number of our compatriots, and the messenger also died in the ceremony..." Another said in a hoarse voice, "How could the sacred ceremony suddenly get out of control..."

"That sacrifice...obviously because of that sacrifice, he is obviously a minion of heresy..."

"Listen," a man in black robe suddenly made a listening action, raised his finger and pointed upward, "it is the sound of the twilight bell and the whistle."

"...it's going to be night," the black-robed man who was the first to swear in a low voice, glanced uncomfortably at the "compatriot" who was lying on the floor, who was obviously in a very bad state, "Damn... Hope he makes it through the night..."