MTL - Deep Sea Embers-Chapter 44 common man's breakfast

Twelve pesos is the price of a Prandtlund Newspaper, the equivalent of a shabby breakfast, or the cheapest dessert in the Cross Street—the paper can be bought from a passing newsboy, or you can walk a few steps to the Buy a copy at the newsstand at the end of the other street.

With a few coins in his arms, Duncan 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 when he heard Duncan throw the coins into the box. The newspaper was picked up by himself, and he didn't even lift his head the whole time.

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

He looked 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 Inquisitor Vanna Wayne, the venerable Church Guardians 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 edition of the news. Duncan expected it to be a fairly young woman with a prominent scar on her left eye, but she could still be called a Beautiful lady - she stood with her men half a head taller on average than every man around.

The Inquisitor wears a close-fitting and lightweight armor, a battle skirt, and a two-handed great sword that seems to have come out of the cold weapon era, like a sassy female knight in the medieval style. However, in this lady and a group of church guards Behind him, you can see a huge steam engine, and you can even see the obvious turret structure on the steam engine...

Wonderful and weird style, contradictory but harmonious.

Duncan's eyes were long on the picture.

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 and returned without any psychological pressure. On the other hand, he pays more attention to the information revealed in 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...

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.

Just as Duncan had thought before—times have changed while the Lost Country has been drifting blindly for a century.

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

The intersection is not a good place to read newspapers. 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 walked back.

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

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 also seems quite calm, and he should be able to act here for a while longer.

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

And as the walk in the spiritual world continued, Duncan felt that he was gradually becoming proficient in the control of this special "mental projection", and maybe soon he could try to control the physical activities of both sides at the same time - not to worry about his own The situation on the ship during the spirit world walk.

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 with a rough texture, which was rough to the touch.

Duncan walked to the antique store with the newspaper and cake, but he was inexplicably happy.

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

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 some kind of precious life experience view.

Life on the Lost Homes is actually okay, the goat head is noisy but reliable, and Alice is 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 shop. Before pushing the door into the shop, he still looked up at the sign on the shop - a row of letters of Duncan Antiques was still quietly printed on it, with what seemed to be ten. The old-fashioned texture that hasn't changed in a few 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 the casino again..."

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

She was worried about a relative who depended on her and the only remaining relative in the world-even if this relative was an alcoholic, gambler, decadent and irritable rotten person, and was also contaminated with the **** activities of a cultist behind his back.

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

As he spoke, he walked to the counter of the antique store, preparing to put the newspaper and cake on it, while Nina seemed to suddenly feel relieved, and then ran upstairs, saying quickly, "Uncle, you Wait a minute, I'll bring the breakfast down - you mustn't have breakfast at this time, I made corn 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 go about his business with a dull expression, watching her skillfully clear a space out of the counter, put the food in place, and then moved an extra chair for him...

Her hands and feet were exceptionally quick, and there was a sense of joy that came from nowhere.

Duncan watched her busy, trying to help but finding he couldn't.

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, she should only be the age of a high school student. Even here, she 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 kind of life that could not be called a happy life no matter how you looked at it. , and find support in life.

"Let's eat," Nina, who had everything ready by now, looked at Duncan and said as if she had said it countless times, "Dr. Albert said that if you can eat breakfast regularly and keep yourself well Mood, in the long run, it will be better than spirits...more effective 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 was put aside before, and opened the package and put it in front of Nina.

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 while, she seemed to be able to react, and she whispered to herself, "Are you really okay?"

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

"Indeed, it's been more than a year..." Nina grunted, 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 to have Nutritious stuff."

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

"……it is good."