The door to the captain's cabin opened, and Duncan stepped into the room. The goat head who was taking over the navigation of the Lost Home immediately reacted and turned his head this way.
"Duncan Abnomar, I answered in advance." Duncan said proactively before the guy spoke. Then he walked straight to the wine cabinet in the corner of the room, poured himself a small glass of strong wine and drank it in one gulp.
The spicy and stimulating taste burned his nerves, and this powerful drink seemed to have a soothing effect. Duncan exhaled softly, feeling that his mood calmed down a little, and then turned around to the navigation chart and looked at it.
The route is continuously extending to the south.
The goat-headed head slowly turned with Duncan's footsteps, as if it was carefully observing the captain's every move. After a long time, it finally hesitated to break the silence: "Captain, you don't seem to be in a good mood...
Do you need me to tell you some cold jokes? I am better at elf-style cold jokes. Many people think that this race is unsmiling, but in fact they have a special sense of humor, such as..."
"It has nothing to do with my mood, and I don't want to hear bad jokes." Duncan waved his hand, but he knew that the goat head really wanted to help him adjust, so he didn't say much, and just sat down quietly, as if he was concentrating on
Study the extended lines and navigational aids on the chart.
His thoughts inevitably wandered away.
In the end, he still didn't get any more answers in his bachelor apartment - the computer that was in a weird state no longer responded to any questions he entered later, and remained silent as always, as if it had suddenly
The loaded picture of the moon was just his own hallucination.
But even if there are no more answers, Duncan has realized that he has really touched that very crucial... part.
The "moon" of the hometown world appears in this weird and twisted world. Even if it only appears a "model", a picture, or even a concept, it is enough to explain one thing:
The "two worlds" he once thought were isolated from each other were not as "distinct" as he imagined.
But no one can share these secrets with him, and no one can analyze this matter with him, including Alice, who trusts him unconditionally, and the seemingly loyal goat head on the table.
Duncan exhaled softly, raised his gaze, and saw that the goat's head was still staring at him quietly, and the obsidian-inlaid eyeballs seemed to be filled with bottomless dark shadows.
"Captain, you can always rely on your first mate." It said very seriously.
"I know, but not all problems can be helped by you," Duncan shook his head slightly, but this time, his expression softened a little, "You are interested, but let's discuss this journey.
——We are about to go to the elf city-state in the south, do you know anything about the 'elves' race?"
"I still remember them..." Goat Head spoke immediately, as if he had already brewed something in his mind, but he got stuck just after he finished speaking. He hesitated for a long time before continuing, "Ah, well, my contact with them is not the same.
A lot, but I know that the elves as a race have extremely high talents in the fields of mathematics and mechanics, as well as a very unique historical heritage and some weird beliefs and customs. However, compared with these, the elves are more well-known for their wonderful,
Understanding of 'food'..."
"What is your understanding of 'food'?" Duncan frowned, "This sentence seems to have a profound meaning?"
"The taste buds of elves are different from other races, so they always make drastic local modifications to the foreign food spread to their city-states," the goat head said rather euphemistically, "so I wanted to remind Miss Nina before.
I hope she won't have too high expectations for the sweet pancakes in Qingfeng Port. Although the world says that Qingfeng Port brings together the special foods of city-states in the civilized world - but they didn't say how the elves made those foods
Mixed up."
Duncan: "?"
“In a nutshell, Elf stuffs sweet pancakes with chili peppers and aged cheese that’s fermented until it starts to bubble—the result is a soul-stirring flavor. Although I personally think it’s quite creative, and at least it’s
It’s much more normal than the honey pig intestines and the spicy and sour sheep’s eye pie.”
Duncan listened expressionlessly, and then slowly spoke for a long time: "It seems that Nina will be disappointed with the upcoming trip to the south..."
…
Lucretia was sitting in Taran El's research room, watching the famous elf scholar across the table quickly flipping through a mountain of information on the table while expressionlessly placing the omelets.
Pop it into your mouth and devour it.
The amazing smell of the egg rolls constantly provokes the nerves of the "Sea Witch".
It is a traditional elven convenience food. The main ingredients are bread, eggs, fermented cheese and a type of fungus called "black finger mushroom". It smells a bit like severely rotten wood and tastes...
Like, and the pickled "Black Finger Mushroom" has a terrible taste and smell like an old rag - for Lucretia, it cannot be regarded as food in general.
But it is the favorite of Master Taran El, not only because it suits the taste of elves, but also because it is convenient and trouble-free to eat - a great scholar who is not afraid of sudden death can use it to prepare a meal in three minutes and eat three meals a day.
Every meal can meet the basic nutritional needs, and the time saved can be devoted to endless research work and battles of wits and courage with doctors.
"Oh, I found it - let me just say, it must be here..."
Taran El finally stuffed the last bite of the egg burrito into his mouth, trying to swallow it while talking vaguely, and at the same time carefully pulled out some bound materials from the crumbling "hill".
The hill swayed during his movements and was about to fall, but it finally regained its balance in a more dangerous position than before.
"Here you are, Lady Lucretia, what you want about the ancient kingdom of Crete and the visions
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Related information - if you came to me yesterday to ask for it, I would have found it immediately, before I stuffed it into this 'mountain'..."
Lucretia reached out and took the volume of information. At the same time, she couldn't help but glance at the elf scholar opposite. In terms of age, Taran El was in the "golden age" of an elf. He had just entered middle school.
Years later, with just a little care, he would undoubtedly become an elegant scholar who would charm thousands of young girls. However, his work habit of being too sleepless and forgetting food and sleep completely ruined everything.
In most cases (such as now), the image of this elf master is huge eye bags and dark circles, messy hair that is falling out every day (it used to be blond, but now the texture and color are closer to yellow
of hay), and a very bad look on his face.
Lucretia had worried more than once that this great scholar would die suddenly in front of her, but fortunately or perhaps incredibly, Mr. Taran El was still alive and well today.
"I highly, highly recommend that you pay attention to your health problems and develop some normal eating and living habits." "The Witch of the Sea" sighed and couldn't help but said while flipping through the information booklet in his hand, "Even if it's
In order to have a longer life for research, you should also pay attention to your body."
"I'm very careful," Taran El said casually, but then made a rigorous correction, "I mean, at least more careful than before - but special times and special standards, Ms. Lucretia, you
You should know from the vision
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What does the broken pieces mean to the civilized world? We must understand its secrets, and the sooner the better..."
"But now it is obvious that we have reached a bottleneck. Before a new breakthrough appears, your 'forgetting to eat and sleep' is more like useless efforts," Lucretia raised her eyelids, "Unless we can find an ancient kingdom of Crete
people, or find a book that directly explains the vision
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"Instructions" for the birth process, otherwise I would recommend you to rest for a few days."
Taran El waved his hands a little irritably, as if he wanted to say something in defense, but could not find any reason to refute. However, after a few seconds of bored silence, he suddenly thought of something again, raised his head and said,
He said with a trace of hesitation: "Ms. Lucretia, as far as I know... your father is coming, and is he coming for the 'falling object'?"
"Yes, he set off immediately after hearing about the 'extraterrestrial objects' thing. He seemed to take it very seriously," Lucretia said, with an awkward expression on her face, "I don't care about it at all.
Prepare—in fact, I haven’t prepared myself mentally yet. But why did you suddenly mention this?”
"Your father came immediately after learning about the 'falling object'. Obviously he knew something about the situation. Ms. Lucretia, do you think... could he be the 'breakthrough'? Maybe he knows
What is the stone ball in the center of the luminous geometric body? Maybe he knows about the ancient kingdom of Crete and its visions.
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The specific connection between them, even..."
"Master Taran El," Lucretia interrupted the elf scholar, "You may have misunderstood something. My father is an outstanding explorer. Perhaps he is only interested in the 'wonderful objects' themselves.
, and please don’t forget that he has been in subspace for a century. Even my brother and I must be extremely cautious when contacting my father, but your attitude at the moment is too... optimistic and bold.
"
Taran Ayre laughed: "Ah, then which behavior do you think has a higher mortality rate, an unhealthy lifestyle or bold contact with your father?"
The corners of Lucrecia's eyes trembled, and she opened her mouth as if she wanted to say something. However, at this moment, a burst of noise and exclamations suddenly came from the window, interrupting what she wanted to say.