On the Lost Home, the bright sunshine was shining on the newly scrubbed upper deck, and a circle of green flames gradually dissipated above the deck. Alice stood next to the open space and was stunned at the large number of things that appeared on the deck.
"This...this...what is this?!"
Miss Doll exclaimed, and as soon as she finished speaking, Duncan's voice came from not far away: "She stuttered as if her head had fallen off - haven't you seen the pots, pans, fruits, and vegetables?
?”
Alice turned her head with a stiff neck, glanced at Duncan, and then at the large pile of supplies that suddenly appeared on the deck. She thought about it seriously and put her hands on her hips confidently: "I haven't seen it before!"
Duncan: "...?"
"I've never seen it before," Alice continued confidently, "I've been staying in the box for so many years. Where can I see these things?"
Duncan was startled for a moment, and then he patted his forehead: "...I forgot, well, that's what you said. In some respects, you are even more illiterate than Shirley."
At this time, Alice was about to step forward to study what the large number of things that were suddenly sent over by Ai were for. After hearing Duncan's words, she immediately turned her head suspiciously: "Shirley? Who is that?"
"Someone you met in the city-state, maybe you will have the opportunity to meet her one day in the future," Duncan thought for a moment, "I think we are quite destined to meet her."
"Oh." Alice exclaimed and quickly put the matter behind her. Then she came to the pile of supplies on the deck and walked around in circles.
"This is flour... This is meat? It's really different from the dried meat on the ship... This is vegetable leaves? It feels so fragile and cold... What is this round thing... ah, it's broken...
…”
"Don't worry about the eggs!" Duncan saw that this puppet who lacked common sense was tending to cause trouble again, so he quickly stepped forward and swatted away the other person's groping hands, "I use these to improve the conditions on the ship."
"Hehe..." Alice let out her signature laugh and retracted her hand in embarrassment, "I'm just a little curious - I've only heard of a lot of things."
Duncan glanced at the doll helplessly, but he understood a little bit about this guy in his heart.
There is a lot of "innate knowledge" in Alice's brain (if she really has this organ in her head). She knows how to communicate with people, knows many things that exist in the world, and even accumulated knowledge by "listening" to the sounds outside the box.
Her first impression of this world, but she has always been in a sealed state after all. Strictly speaking, her real contact with this world was not long ago, and the first time she came into contact with it was the Lost Home Number, which is definitely not suitable for a novice village.
"Opening Stage".
She lacks understanding of the real world.
Some time ago, the only things she had access to were on the Lost Home. The limited space and objects on the ship were relatively easy for her to adapt to. But now, Duncan has brought a lot of new gadgets from human city-states to this ship.
In front of the doll.
Even a piece of green vegetables or a bag of flour are incredible objects to Alice.
"The human city-state is such an incredible place..." Miss Doll looked at the pile of things on the deck and the colorful packages, and sighed sincerely, "It must be much bigger there than on the ship, right?"
"...It's big, but much smaller than the Infinite Sea." Duncan replied casually. He looked at Alice's eyes full of surprise and expectation, and once again remembered what he had promised her.
He said that he would take Alice to visit the city-state.
"I will solve the troubles in the city-state as soon as possible and figure out the secrets about you," he said seriously to the puppet in front of him, "Just wait patiently during this period."
Alice suddenly showed a bright smile: "Okay."
As heartless as ever.
But just looking at this heartless puppet, Duncan's anxiety accumulated in the city-state of Pland gradually calmed down. He breathed a sigh of relief and pointed to the things on the deck: "Come with me and put it together."
Let's move them all to the galley - and take the pile of junk next to it to the captain's cabin."
"Oh, okay!" Alice agreed immediately, and then said while stepping forward to help, "Will we use them for tonight's dinner?"
Duncan turned back suspiciously: "Yes, yes...but can you?"
"No!" Alice said matter-of-factly, "But I can ask Mr. Goat Head for advice. He said that his cooking skills are amazing and he has more than 90% of the world's cooking secrets..."
"He dares to say it, and you dare to believe it!" Duncan suddenly stared, "You'd better not harm the ingredients I finally got. I'll cook dinner. If you really want to seriously learn to cook some food that can be eaten by people, just
Look at what I do, don’t imitate that goat head—he doesn’t even have a digestive tract.”
"Oh..." Alice nodded, then glanced at Ai who was pacing on the deck next to her, and rolled her eyes, "Will Ai go to 'over there' later?"
"Of course, I have something to deliver later."
"Are you still buying anything?" Alice asked curiously, "What else do you want to buy?"
Duncan turned his head and looked into Miss Doll's eyes. After a moment, a faint smile appeared on his face.
"I'm buying something for you."
Alice: "...?"
…
Puland City State, inside the "Rose Humanoid Pavilion".
Duncan felt that this kind old elf lady might have had some misunderstandings about him, but he had no intention of explaining it.
The main reason is that I can't explain it - how do I tell people? I say that I really have a doll with a soul and emotions and joys at home, and that this doll is suffering from the problem of thinning hair recently? This sounds optimistic.
I guess the old lady will go to the church to report...
In the eyes of the owner of the "Rose Doll Hall", Duncan has become a "close friend" who truly loves dolls and is willing to devote a lot of energy to this aspect - in the upper class of Pland, the person who buys dolls
There are many people who are really keen on collecting, but few people show such heartfelt concern for the dolls like this gentleman today. This gives her a feeling, as if the other person mentioned
My "doll" is not an "item", but a living person, or even a "friend" that this gentleman cares about.
Many puppeteers may not have this attitude.
The two chatted happily, and Duncan finally heard a lot of knowledge about dolls from a professional (although he didn't know how much of this knowledge could be used on Alice), and the owner of the doll shop obviously
It has been a long time since I met such a happy customer. After a chat, the old lady couldn't help but smile and sighed: "I have lived in this city for three to four hundred years, and seventeen consuls alone have died.
, I have met countless humans - but almost no one can truly understand the 'doll'... Sigh, you may not feel comfortable when I say this, but in my opinion, humans are indeed better than elves.
A much more indifferent species.”
"I don't know much about elf society," Duncan said after hearing this, trying to guide the other party to talk more about elf-related things, "but I heard... in the elf city-state Qingfeng Port, the world's most powerful people gathered together.
Outstanding craftsmen? The elves’ unique handicraft skills are world-famous..."
"Elves are indeed good at exquisite crafts. We are a race that is naturally sensitive to mathematics and art - so most of the famous puppet masters in the world are also elves," the old woman said calmly, with a kind of tone in her tone.
Of course she was proud, but then she changed the topic, "But when it comes to the profession of puppet master, many colleagues from other races actually have a prejudice against elves... People often say that elves are not actually that superb in craftsmanship.
Talent, the reason why we can produce so many puppet masters is simply because our life span is long enough, and it is just 'honed' bit by bit..."
Duncan was a little confused about how to answer this topic: "Well... well, peers are enemies, and it seems to be the same everywhere. So what do you think of these evaluations?"
The old woman laughed: "Me? I think they are right!"
Duncan: "...?"
"I think they are right," the old woman emphasized again, with a cheerful smile on her face. "Anyway, every year on the Day of the Dead, I go to the tombs of several old colleagues to say hello and tell them
'You're right' - get up and hit me if you can!"
Duncan: "..."
Are all elves in this world like this? Why does he feel there is something wrong with this style of painting?!
"Oh... I'm just kidding," the old woman probably noticed the expression on Duncan's face, then shook her head, "Actually, there are so many enemies, we all became each other's enemies in such a short period of time.
Just a traveling companion, and if we really talk about the profession of puppet master... I have always felt that the most outstanding puppet master in the world is not some 'master' among the elves, but a human being."
"A human?" Duncan asked casually.
"Yes, probably not many ordinary humans know this name anymore..." The old woman said slowly with a little emotion, "Her name is Lucretia Abnomar, she is the famous
The daughter of 'Captain Duncan', the most outstanding puppeteer I have ever seen..."