Deep Sea Embers

Twelve pesos for a Purande Newspaper, equivalent to a poor breakfast, or the cheapest dessert in the Crossings—newspapers can be bought from a passing newsboy, or a few steps away, to Get a copy at the newsagent at the end of the other street.

With a few coins in his pocket, Duncan bought a local newspaper at a newsstand. The owner of the newsstand was a middle-aged man who was immersed in reading. He waved his hand when he heard Duncan throwing coins into the box The newspapers were taken by themselves, and they didn't even raise their heads during the whole process.

Duncan glanced at what the other party was looking at, and found that it was an analysis article of past lottery tickets, on which all unrealistic fantasies were outlined with colorful lines.

He glanced down at the newspaper he had just bought, and the headline on the front page of the newspaper was the news he was most interested in:

Under the leadership of Judge Vanna Wayne, the venerable church guards successfully destroyed a meeting place of the cult of the sun god, captured a large number of believers on the spot, and rescued some citizens...

The photo of the "His Excellency the Judge" was printed on one side of the news. To Duncan's surprise, it was a rather young woman with a striking scar on her left eye, but she could still be called a The beautiful lady—she stood with her men, standing on average half a head taller than every man around her.

The judge was wearing light-fitting armor, a battle skirt, and a two-handed sword that seemed to have come out of the cold weapon era, like a sassy female knight in the medieval style—but behind this lady and a group of church guards , but you can see a huge steam mechanism, and you can even see the obvious fort structure on the steam mechanism...

Wonderful and weird style of painting, contradictory but harmonious.

Duncan's gaze rested on the picture for a long time.

The news that the cultist assembly point was wiped out was good news for him. Without worrying about his identity being exposed, he could see the villains who performed human sacrifices being arrested and brought to justice without any psychological pressure. On the other hand, he paid more attention to the information revealed in this photo.

Female judges who specialize in dealing with cultists, fully armed steam armored robots, church armed forces with both cold and hot weapons...

The information that is extremely difficult to obtain on the Lost Homelander only needs a newspaper of twelve pesos to read clearly in a civilized society.

As Duncan thought before—when the Lost Land drifted blindly for a century, times have changed.

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

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

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

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

Anyway, in the crew rules of the Lost Home, there was a statement that "the captain will leave the ship occasionally", so it's not a big deal for the captain to walk in the spirit world for two days, right?

And as the walking in the spirit world continues, Duncan feels that he is gradually proficient in the control of this special "spiritual projection", and maybe he will be able to try to control the physical activities of both sides at the same time in the near future-this is not to worry about the physical activity on his own. The situation on the ship during the spirit world walk.

A sweet smell suddenly came from the side at this moment, Duncan subconsciously stopped and looked to the side, he saw a cake shop facing the street, and the newly baked pastries were being placed outside.

This is the lower city of the Puland city-state, so naturally there are no high-end dessert shops, but even some of the cheapest and cheap pastries have stopped Duncan in his tracks.

There were still a few coins in my pocket, which added up to less than twenty pesos, but more than enough to buy a piece of cake.

After a little hesitation, he came to the cake shop and bought a piece of the most common bee sugar cake - the packaging material used by the store to pack the cake was some kind of rough thick paper, which felt rough to the touch.

Duncan walked towards the antique shop with the newspaper and cake, but his mood became inexplicably happy.

Walk down the street, talk to people, buy things, and go back to where you live.

Such a simple thing made him feel as if he was in another world—he almost savored the feeling of breathing on land, and regarded these ordinary daily life as some kind of precious Viewed from life experience.

Life on the Lost Country was actually okay, Goathead was loud but reliable, and Alice was a fun guy, but it wasn't bad to get a taste of life on land.

Not long after, Duncan returned to the antique shop. Before he opened the door and entered the shop, he still looked up at the signboard on the shop—a row of letters from the Duncan Antique Shop was still quietly printed on it, with a feeling of ten thousand The old texture has not changed for several years.

He pushed the door into the store, and the sound of the bell's collision sounded crisply, and then, there was a rush of footsteps coming from the direction of the stairs.

The young girl with long brown hair ran down in a hurry, and then stopped abruptly before the stairs. She supported the pillar next to her and stared at Duncan with wide-eyed eyes, her expression nervous and worried.

"Uncle Duncan, where have you been?" She said quickly, "You said to look at the door, but you 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 in surprise, and he could hear that she was really nervous and worried about something.

She was worried about the only relative left in the world who was dependent on her for life—even if this relative was a drunk, gambling, decadent and violent rotten person, and was also contaminated with the bloody deeds of cultists behind his back.

An inexplicable feeling emerged faintly, but the expression on his face remained unchanged: "I just went out for a walk and bought something along the way."

While talking, he walked towards the counter of the antique shop, ready to put newspapers and cakes on it, but Nina seemed to be relieved suddenly, and then ran upstairs, saying quickly as she ran: "Uncle, you Wait a while, I'll bring down breakfast—you must have not eaten breakfast at this time, I cooked corn and beetroot soup..."

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

On the tray was a modest breakfast for two.

Duncan watched the girl busy up and down with a dull expression, watched her skillfully clear out a space on the counter, arranged the food, and then went to the side to move an extra chair for himself...

Her hands and feet were exceptionally nimble, and she exuded a sense of joy that came from nowhere.

Duncan watched her busy, wanted to help but found that he couldn't intervene at all.

He has dealt with many young people of this age, but he has hardly seen a child who is as diligent and quick as her.

On Earth, she should only be a high school student, but even here, she still looks like a student.

Duncan suddenly thought that living with an "uncle" who had fallen into a cult was not an easy task-but this girl named Nina seemed to have completely adapted to this life, which was not a happy life no matter how you looked at it , but also find something to support yourself in life.

"Let's eat," Nina had already prepared everything at this time, she glanced at Duncan, and said as if she had said it countless times, "Doctor Albert said that if you can eat breakfast regularly and maintain a good health Mood, in the long run that will work better than booze... than painkillers."

Duncan didn't speak for a while, just looked at Nina quietly, and just before the other party's expression became tense, he took the cake that had been put aside before, and opened the package and placed it in front of Nina.

Nina opened her eyes wide in surprise, and looked at the thing 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 pastry in front of her. It took a long time before she seemed to realize it, and whispered to herself, "Are you really alright?"

"Of course I'm fine," Duncan said with a rather natural expression, "It just suddenly occurred to me that I haven't bought dessert for you 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 of each other, Doctor Albert said, you also need to be nourished s things."

Duncan felt odd, but nodded after a moment's silence.

"……good."