Deep Sea Embers Chapter 44: Ordinary people’s breakfast

The price of a Prandtlund newspaper is twelve pesos, the equivalent of a shabby breakfast, or the cheapest dessert in the Cross Street—a newspaper can be bought from a passing newsboy or a few more steps away Road, go to the newsstand at the end of the other street and buy a copy.

Duncan had a few coins in his arms and bought a local newspaper at the newsstand. The owner of the newsstand was a middle-aged man who was immersed in reading. He waved his hand and signaled for the newspaper to be picked up by himself, but he didn't even raise his head the whole time.

Duncan glanced at what the other party was looking at, and found that it was an analysis of a previous lottery ticket, with all the unrealistic fantasies outlined in colorful lines.

He looked down at the newspaper he had just bought. The front page of the newspaper was the news he was most interested in:

The venerable church guardian force, led by Inquisitor Vanna Wayne, successfully destroyed a Helios cult meeting place, captured a large number of believers at the scene, and rescued several citizens...

The picture of the "Lord Inquisitor" is printed on the side of this news edition, and is, to Duncan's expectations, a rather young woman with a prominent scar on her left eye, but still a decent A beautiful lady - standing with her men, half a head taller on average than every man around.

The Inquisitor wears a close-fitting light armor, a battle skirt, and a two-handed sword that seems to have come out of the cold weapon era, like a sassy female knight in the medieval style - but in this lady and a group of church Behind the guardian, a huge steam engine can be seen, and there is even an obvious turret structure on the steam engine...

Wonderful and eerie style, contradictory yet harmonious.

Duncan's eyes were fixed on the photo for a long time.

The news of the extermination of the cult assembly point is good news for him. Without worrying about his identity being exposed, he can see the gang of thugs who perform human sacrifices being arrested without any psychological pressure. On the other hand, he pays more attention to all kinds of information revealed by this photo.

A female judge who specializes in dealing with cultists, a fully armed steam armored robot, a church armed force with both cold and hot weapons...

The information that is extremely difficult to obtain on the Lost Homeland can be read clearly in a civilized society with only a newspaper of twelve pesos.

As Duncan had thought before—times have changed while the Homeless has been drifting blindly for a century.

Even if you don't consider it from the superficial point of view of "who can fight better than who", the mortal civilized society represented by the Prand city-state has developed to a...a wonderful stage.

The intersection is not a good place to read the newspaper. Duncan rolled the newspaper and picked it up. He remembered that there was a "niece" named Nina waiting for him at the antique store, so he stepped back. go.

Compared to wandering aimlessly in the city alone, a local who has an innate trust bonus to him is obviously a better source of intelligence.

As for Homeless, Duncan is not worried - even in the state of walking in the spirit world, he can still clearly perceive the situation on the Lost and the state of his other body. , the goat head is at the helm for himself, and Alice seems quite calm, he should be able to act here for a while longer.

Anyway, the original crew code of the Lost Homes has the expression "the captain will occasionally leave the ship". It is not a big deal for the captain to walk in the spirit world for two days, right?

And as the spirit world walk continues, Duncan feels that he is gradually becoming proficient in the control of this special "mental projection", and maybe soon he can try to control the physical activities of both sides at the same time - not to mention I was worried about the situation on the ship while I was walking in my spirit world.

At this moment, a sweet smell suddenly floated over from the side. Duncan subconsciously stopped and looked to the side. He saw a cake shop facing the street with freshly baked pastries being placed outside.

This is the lower part of the city-state of Pland, and naturally there are no high-end dessert shops, but even some of the cheapest cheap pastries stopped Duncan.

I still have a few coins in my pocket, which add up to less than twenty pesos, but more than enough for a cake.

After a little hesitation, he went to the cake shop and bought a piece of the most common honey bee cake. The packaging material used by the shop to pack the cake was some kind of thick paper, which was rough to the touch. rough.

Duncan walks to the antique store with the newspaper and cake, but is inexplicably happy.

Walking down the street, talking to people, shopping, going back to the house.

Such a simple thing made him feel like a world away - he almost savored the feeling of breathing on land, and regarded these ordinary daily life as a certain a valuable life experience.

Life on the Lost Homes is actually okay, the goat head is noisy but reliable, and Alice is also a fun guy, but it's not bad to experience life on land.

It didn't take long for Duncan to return to the antique store. Before pushing the door into the store, he still looked up at the sign on the store - a row of letters of Duncan Antique Store was still quietly printed on it, with It has an outdated texture that has not changed in more than ten years.

He pushed the door into the store, and the bell rang crisply, followed by the sound of hurried footsteps coming from the direction of the stairs.

The young girl with long brown hair hurriedly ran down and stopped at a sudden stop in front of the stairs. She leaned on the pillar next to her and stared at Duncan with a nervous and worried expression.

"Uncle Duncan, where have you been?" she said quickly, "You said to look at the door, but it disappeared in a blink of an eye... I thought you went to the pub or casino again..."

Duncan looked at the girl in front of him with a little surprise. He could hear that she was really nervous and worried about something.

She is worried about a relative who lives with her and is the only remaining relative in the world - even if this relative is an alcoholic and gambling, decadent and irritable rotten person, and is also contaminated with the **** activities of a cult behind his back.

An inexplicable feeling emerged faintly, but the expression on his face did not change: "I just went out for a walk and bought something by the way."

While he was talking, he walked to the counter of the antique store, ready to put the newspaper and cake on it, Nina seemed to be relieved suddenly, and then ran upstairs, saying quickly as she ran: "Uncle, wait for a while, I'll bring down the breakfast - you must not have breakfast at this time, I made corn and beet soup..."

Before Duncan could speak, Nina disappeared on the stairs, and after a while, she carefully walked down with a large tray.

On the tray is a plain breakfast for two.

Duncan watched the girl with a dull expression, watching her skillfully clear out a space for the counter, put the food in place, and then moved to the side to move an extra chair for herself...

She was extremely quick on her hands and feet, and there was a sense of joy that came from nowhere.

Duncan watched her busy and wanted to help but found she couldn't get in at all.

He has dealt a lot with young people of this age, but he has rarely seen a child as diligent and quick as her.

On Earth~IndoMTL.com~ She should only be the age of a high school student, even here, she looks like a student.

It suddenly occurred to Duncan that living with an "uncle" who had fallen into a cult was not an easy task - but the girl named Nina seemed to have completely adapted to this kind of thing that was hardly called it by any means. Live a happy life and find something to support you in your life.

"Let's eat," Nina, who had everything ready by this time, glanced at Duncan and said as if she had said it countless times, "Dr. Albert said that if you can eat breakfast regularly and not Stay in a good mood and in the long run it will work better than spirits...more than painkillers."

Duncan didn't speak for a while, just looked at Nina quietly, just before the other party's expression was about to become nervous, he took the cake that he had put aside before, and opened the package and put it on Nina before.

Nina's eyes widened in surprise, looking at what was in front of her in confusion: "This is..."

"Cake, from the corner," Duncan said casually. "You're growing. Eat something nutritious for breakfast."

Nina was stunned. She just stared blankly at the cheap pastries in front of her. After a long time, she seemed to be able to react. She almost whispered to herself, "Are you really okay?"

"Of course I'm fine," Duncan's expression was quite natural. "It just suddenly occurred to me that I haven't bought you dessert for a long time."

"Indeed, it's been more than a year..." Nina muttered, but then she suddenly laughed and picked up the knife at the same time, "Then we are half and half, Dr. Albert said, you also Need something nutritious."

Duncan felt odd, but after a moment of silence he nodded.

"...good."