Deep Sea Embers

After examining all the test items, Duncan had a better understanding of Ay's transportation capabilities and the nature of the items on the Lost Home.

Ai can transport several different items at one time, and these items include organic matter, inorganic matter, extraordinary things and ordinary things. The type of item will not affect the stability of the transport process, and the transport process will not affect the item by its very nature;

Some apparently "active" things on the Lost Home are "subunits" of a larger control consciousness, such as shells, which are subunits of the ammunition system, and these subunits will lose their activity after leaving the Lost Home Nature, become an ordinary thing;

Ai's transportation process doesn't seem to consume much of its "energy". Whether it's the ritual dagger it carried at the beginning, or a bunch of things now, the bird is still alive and kicking after it comes back. The total amount of "goods" it transports is still too small, far from reaching its capacity bottleneck;

At present, only different types of items have been tested. It is not yet known whether Ai’s transportation capacity has restrictions on "weight" or "volume", which requires more tests.

Duncan summarized the known information one by one, and after confirming that he had thought everything in place, he breathed a sigh of relief, and slowly leaned back on the chair.

He knows that the tests he has done so far are still far from perfect, and there are still many possible variables that have not been carefully considered. Even in terms of "types of test objects", the samples he has selected are too small to accumulate enough. valid data.

In the future, he will at least choose more types of items, and at the same time use different item weights and item volumes to test Ai's transportation limit and the stability of multiple transportations. Only with enough control samples can the test data obtained be justified. Reliable and believable enough.

He is very cautious in this regard, and this caution is not without reason-because he has a very bold plan...or idea.

Since Ai can transfer items between the land and the Lost Land intact, and does not limit the type of items, then... can it be sent to people?

If it can send people, can it send people who are not very good? Like...Alice?

Duncan knew that a person's abilities were limited. If he only relied on his ability to walk in the spirit world to act as the link between the Lost Homeland and the land city-state, sooner or later he would encounter the problem of insufficient manpower and carelessness. At this time, if there is a helper , the situation will be much better.

The teleportation ability shown by the pigeon Ay gave him a good idea.

Of course, Alice is not a very good candidate for a helper. Although this "abnormality 099" with a high-ranking number is elegant and mysterious when sitting quietly, as long as it is active, it will immediately reveal its useless nature. , but at present Duncan really has no other candidates.

Duncan couldn't help but sigh when he thought that the only available crew member under his command was a good-for-nothing who could cook himself.

The position of the Lost Homeland as an enemy of the whole world really gave him a headache. He reckoned that it would be impossible for him to find allies from the human world. Just looking forward to the end of the world, every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday to cut gas pipes, every two, four, and six to engage in devil sacrifices, and on Sundays, to fight guerrilla bastards with church guards...

That kind of thing can quickly collude with the goat's head. They can work together to invade a city-state when they have nothing to do, but it is definitely not the help Duncan wants.

"... Well, at least Alice is obedient and obedient," Duncan stood up with a sigh, and muttered to himself, "If she is properly cultivated, she can grow up...probably."

Even if she can't be a helper, it's good to let that puppet see the world in the human world. After all, she has been locked in a coffin for so many years, and she doesn't know what the outside world is like.

After sorting out his thoughts, Duncan began to pack the pile of things he had brought over—he would not return to the Lost Homeland yet, and many of these things couldn't be carried with him, so they naturally had to be placed in the store.

There are not many places to hide things on the second floor of the antique shop, and Nina will come up at any time to help clean up the room. Some things that obviously don’t look like daily necessities in the room will be particularly suspicious (such as cannonballs from a century ago), but in a short time After thinking about it, Duncan found a reasonable place for these things.

Just hide the sun talisman next to your body, and the salted fish can be put directly into the kitchen, which seems reasonable. The cannonball and the sailor's dagger from a century ago are even simpler——

Duncan took those two items directly to the storefront on the first floor, and put them in an inconspicuous corner next to the counter—it was an antique store anyway, and there were as many messy things as they could be drawn, daggers and cannonballs thrown everywhere. It's better to throw it in the pile of tattered fakes on the first floor to hide...

As for the last thing, Duncan also found a good place for the cheese he brought from the Lost Country's kitchen.

in the trash.

After dealing with all this, Duncan patted the dust on his hands that didn't exist, and was very satisfied with his arrangement.

Then he glanced at the sky outside.

The "sun" blocked by double rune imprisonment was hanging high in the sky, and it was just noon at this moment.

Before Nina returns home later today, he plans to go out and walk around to learn more about the city.

Anyway, it seems that this antique shop is not doing much business today.

The weather was a little cool, Duncan put on a dark brown coat, and combed his somewhat messy and decadent hair before going out, trying to make his decadent and weak body that had been tossed by alcohol, drugs, and diseases look Be a little more energetic, and then leave the antique shop.

As soon as he went out, there was a sound of fluttering wings from the second floor, and the pigeon Aiyi flew out of the room and landed on his shoulder, shaking his head and triumphantly. : "Go to Erxian Bridge, take Chenghua Avenue..."

Duncan cast a sideways glance at this guy. He originally planned to let the pigeon look after the house on the second floor. After all, it always looks too eye-catching and weird to wear a pigeon on his body when he goes out. Anyway, there is a spiritual connection between himself and Ai Yi, really. In case of a situation, I can use the spirit body flame to summon it to my side at any time, and I am not afraid of delaying things.

It's just that I forgot to confess when I went out, and the bird just "get in the car" on its own.

Seeing the triumphant appearance of this Toriko, Duncan finally smiled helplessly and sighed: "... Forget it, just follow if you like."

Carrying the pigeons like this, he came to the main road opposite the antique shop, and after walking along the main road not far, he heard a burst of crisp bells mixed with the sound of the steam engine running from far to near. Come on, looking up, a double-decker bus with blue stripes on a brown background is coming along the main road, and gradually stops at the station not far away.

It is a very common means of public transportation in the Puland City-State. It is driven by a steam engine. The fare of six pesos can reach more than half of the lower city. According to the route map pasted on the back of the car, there are still The two stops will pass through the edge of Uptown, a place called Cross Street.

Duncan had an impression of the "Cross Street" in his mind. He knew that the block and the surrounding area were regarded as the "junction" of the city-state of Pland, where there were more prosperous businesses and more decent residences. Many residents of the lower city would The cross street area is regarded as the goal and dream of one's life level, and many middle-class citizens who cannot afford the high consumption in the upper city and want to live a decent life also live there-there are also movie theaters, museums and several high-end restaurants.

Nina's school was near Cross Streets, and so was the museum she had mentioned.

Duncan thought for a while, walked quickly to the station, and got on the bus before the bus started.

There was no one on the bus, more than half of the seats on the first floor were empty, and a conductor in a dark blue uniform stood next to the driver's cab. This young woman with shawl hair and simple make-up saw someone getting on the bus. At first, he subconsciously reached out to touch the ticket holder, but then he noticed the pigeon on Duncan's shoulder.

"Sorry, pets are not allowed in the car, it's a rule," the young woman said, pointing to the pigeon on Duncan's shoulder, "including the pigeon."

Duncan looked at Ai, who flapped his wings innocently and looked at him with his head tilted.

"Go and pick on the roof."

"Cuckoo, cluck."

Ai flapped his wings and flew out of the car, cursing the street while flying.

The young conductor stared blankly at the man communicating with the pigeon and the pigeon who seemed to understand human speech, and remained silent for a long while.

"Is it okay now?" Duncan had to remind the conductor who seemed to be in a daze, and raised his finger to the direction of the roof of the car, "You should have nothing to do with the bird falling on the roof of the car, right?"

Only then did the conductor come to his senses: "Ah... yes... the fare is six pesos, a pass."

Duncan reached into his pocket, took out two coins and exchanged for a blue ticket, then found a seat by the window, sat down quietly, ready to enjoy his first car journey in this world .

The steam engine was activated, and accompanied by a slight vibration and mechanical friction, the bell on the front of the bus also rang crisply, and then the bus shook slightly, and the scenery outside the window receded.

Duncan leaned comfortably on the back of the chair, feeling the vibration and acceleration of this mechanical engineering creation during operation.

A steam engine is a good thing, a civilized society is a good thing, and technological progress is a good thing.

If there is a chance, he must also complete a set for the Lost Homeland—even if it is just a boiler that can heat hot water, so that hot baths can be taken on board in the future.

As soon as his thoughts spread, he felt the car suddenly shake, and the scenery outside the window slowly stopped.

The young lady conductor opened the window near the front of the car, leaned her head and yelled outside: "Get on the bus? There are seats! They are all big seats!"

Duncan was taken aback, then laughed dumbly.

At this moment, he suddenly felt that this city-state, which was still unfamiliar to him, suddenly became full of life.