In the eyes of the owner of the "Rose Doll Hall", the most outstanding puppet maker in the world is a human named Lucretia Abnomar, the daughter of the famous "Captain Duncan".
As soon as the old lady said these words, the whole store was quiet for several seconds, and then finally came Duncan's earth-shattering cough: "Cough cough, cough cough cough..."
"Guest, are you okay?" The shop owner was immediately startled by Duncan's reaction. Like every elf who has dealt with short-lived races for a long time, her face instantly showed an expression of worry that the human in front of her would die suddenly.
"Do you need help from a doctor?"
"Ahem...I...cough, I'm fine," Duncan finally stopped coughing, but it took him a while before he waved his hand to the old lady in front of him - because at the same time, he was still in the process of losing his hometown.
The ship comforted the cursed doll that was suddenly frightened by him, "It was because he suddenly choked on his saliva. What did you say just now? Lucretia..."
"Lucretia Abnomar, the mistress of the Glorious Star, one of Captain Duncan's children," the shopkeeper said with a look on his face, "This has all happened in the past few years. Why do you humans make such a fuss so easily?"
"The most outstanding puppet master in the world..."
Duncan had finally managed to catch his breath, but when he heard the old lady's words, he choked on his lungs again: "Pfft——"
At the same time, on the deck of the Lost Home, Alice, who had just been frightened by Duncan's violent coughing, was frightened by the other man's "fuck". The doll lady who was holding a large basket of vegetables and fruits looked at it dumbfounded.
The captain who was acting strange for some reason today: "Are you okay?"
"I'm fine," Duncan took a breath and calmed down his mood little by little. After this period of practice, he had finally mastered the control of two bodies, but now he was almost in a hurry again.
Bian acted too weird, so he had to wave his hand to the puppet in front of him, "You can go to the cabin by yourself first, I have something to deal with."
"Are you really okay?" Alice was still looking here suspiciously, her lavender eyes reflecting Duncan's face, "Would you like me to check your body, tap your back to help you breathe or something..."
"Can you do it?"
"No way."
"Go! Go! Go!"
"oh."
After finally sending away the silly doll, Duncan quickly focused his attention on the city-state of Pland. He raised his eyes and looked at the slightly fat old elf lady in front of him seriously: "The famous
Captain Duncan...is the legendary Lost Home..."
"Shh, don't say this name casually!" The store manager quickly interrupted Duncan, "Ordinary people like you don't know that if you casually pronounce such a scary and cursed name, you will be plagued by bad luck! Be careful to look back.
That ship will go to your dream!"
"...You're right," Duncan choked, trying to hold back the strange feeling in his heart and nodding, "That captain... not only has a daughter named Lucretia, but also a son and a daughter?"
"Yes, a hundred years ago, I met them both. The son's name is Tyrian Abnomar. He later became a general with the Frost Queen, but he didn't work with the Frost Queen for long.
It seems that there was a rebellion, and that kid recruited a group of people to become pirates, and his daughter is Lucretia Abnomar, the most outstanding puppet master..."
The old lady talked nonchalantly, paused at the end, and sighed again: "But this happened many years ago, at least for humans... few people in Puland mention them anymore.
Even in the elven city-state, everyone does not dare to discuss matters related to the ship casually, but what is the matter? The brother and sister are not crazy like their father, and they are still doing well now.
Being a captain..."
"Wait a minute!" Duncan immediately stared, "You said they are still alive?!"
"You are alive. It is said that you have been cursed by the subspace and you will live forever," the old lady sighed. "You may be able to live longer than me..."
Duncan: "..."
"Guest, are you really okay?" The old lady of the store finally couldn't help but ask again, "I see that your face has been looking wrong since just now. Do you not like this topic? It's normal. Most human beings don't seem to like it.
You like to hear me say this so much that you dare not listen to it in broad daylight..."
"I dare to listen, I dare to listen," Duncan reacted immediately when he heard this, quickly adjusted his expression and sitting posture, and stared at the shop owner in front of him with almost intense eyes, "Tell me more about the brother and sister.
Something? And you just said...you have met the two of them?"
"A century ago," the old woman said slowly with a recalling tone, "I opened a shop on this street at that time. The brother and sister came to buy things from me, and Lucretia bought a three-point doll.
, the money Tirian paid, they were still young at that time, and their father... was still a normal human being, oh, I can't mention him without mentioning him.
"Then more than ten years later, I met Lucretia alone again on the way to Lenza to communicate with colleagues. By then she had become an outstanding puppeteer and mechanic... She
A golem driven by a clockwork is something even I can't make..."
The shopkeeper started talking nonchalantly again, telling stories that were considered history to most humans, but to her were just memories of a lifetime.
It seems that no matter what race, elderly people like to talk about things like this while reminiscing. As long as someone starts talking about it, they can never finish talking about it.
Duncan's turbulent mood still hadn't calmed down, but his expression had calmed down. He listened carefully to every word the old woman said, and took this shocking information into his mind word for word.
For ordinary people in the city-state, the cursed captain and his cursed children a century ago can only be a distant story, but for an elf who has lived here for centuries, many so-called "secret"
"Xin" was only what she had seen and heard in her early years - she said many things related to Lucretia, and also mentioned a few words about Tirian and his "Sea Mist".
However, her understanding of Tirian and the "Sea Mist" is obviously not as good as her understanding of Lucretia.
"Tyrion Abnomar was loyal to the Frost Queen. That was half a century ago, not too far away now. Some older humans have also heard of it," the shopkeeper said casually.
Said, "But I've only heard of it. A few decades ago, the city-states on the other side of the Lenglie Sea were relatively closed, and their dealings with Plande were limited..."
Duncan felt his heart pounding. Of course he knew who the Frost Queen was. He even had a one-to-one Frost Queen doll jumping up and down in his house, but he never thought about the one who was killed half a century ago.
The queen executed by the rebels actually established another connection with him in this way - through an "eldest son" whose existence even he himself had just learned of.
"The Frost Rebellion half a century ago..." He considered the words and tried to act like an ordinary guest who liked to listen to gossip. "I have read about it in history books, but it was not written clearly.
Chu's..."
"That matter was originally unclear," the shopkeeper waved his hand, "It is said to be related to 'that ship'. Who dares to record it clearly?"
"Tyrion Abnomar led his team to become pirates after the Frost Rebellion?" Duncan asked again, "Is he still active in the Cold Sea?"
"It seems so," the shop owner recalled. "Anyway, that's what I heard from a compatriot who was doing business at sea more than 20 years ago."
"Then...are the brother and sister Tirian and Lucretia still in contact?"
"How do I know this?" The shop owner waved his hand, "I am just an ordinary old lady who runs a shop on the street of Puland. I have met them once in my early years, and then I happen to remember a little more than you humans.
How can everyone know?"
"This...is true."
Duncan smacked his lips, realizing that his concern about this matter seemed to be a bit too much, so he wisely did not ask further.
But the old woman opposite him seemed to suddenly remember something at this time, and stood up from behind the counter: "Ah, by the way, talking about Lucretia, I suddenly remembered something that has been kept here for many years.
Yes, I wonder if the guest is interested?"
As he spoke, the shop owner walked towards a low door at the corner of the stairs. After opening the door, he rummaged around in the storage room inside. After tinkering for an unknown amount of time, he found a half-meter-long box from the deepest part of the storage room.
long box and put it on the counter.
"This is..." Duncan looked at what the other party took out in confusion.
"A doll," the old woman said with a kind smile, and carefully opened the lid of the box, "her name is Nelu - remember what I just said? Many years ago, Lucretia and her brother had
She bought a doll in my store, but the doll was actually one of a pair of sisters. The sister she took away was named 'Luni', and the remaining one was named 'Nilu'.