Deep Sea Embers

The door of the captain's cabin was opened, and Duncan stepped into the room. Goat's Head, who was taking over the voyage of the Lost Country, immediately reacted and turned his head this way with a creak.

"Duncan Abu Normar, I answered in advance." Duncan said before the guy opened his mouth, and then went straight to the wine cabinet in the corner of the room, poured himself a small glass of spirits and drank it down.

The spicy and stimulating taste burned the nerves, and this powerful drink seemed to have a soothing effect. Duncan exhaled lightly, feeling a little calmer, and then turned around and came to the nautical chart, looking at it The air route is constantly extending to the south.

The head of the goat head turned slowly following Duncan's footsteps, as if 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... Need me to tell you a few bad jokes? I am good 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 the mood, and I don't want to hear bad jokes." Duncan waved his hand, but he knew that the goat's head really wanted to help him adjust, so he didn't say much, just sat down quietly, as if concentrating on Study the extended lines and buoys on the chart.

His thoughts inevitably drifted away.

In the end, he still didn't get any more answers in his bachelor apartment—the computer in a strange state no longer responded to any questions he entered later, and remained silent as always, as if suddenly The uploaded pictures of the moon are just his own hallucinations.

But even without more answers, Duncan has realized that he has really touched the crucial... part.

The "moon" of the hometown world appeared in this weird and twisted world, even if only a "model", a picture, or even a concept appeared, it was enough to explain one thing:

The "two worlds" that he once thought were isolated from each other are not as "clearly separated" as he imagined.

But no one can share these secrets with him, no one can analyze this matter with him, including Alice who trusted him unconditionally, and this seemingly loyal goat head on the table.

Duncan exhaled lightly, raised his gaze, and saw that the goat's head was still watching him quietly, and there seemed to be bottomless dark shadows in those eyeballs inlaid with obsidian.

"Captain, you can always rely on your first mate." It said very seriously.

"I know, but you can't help with all the problems." Duncan shook his head lightly, but this time, his expression was a little gentler, "You have a heart, but let's discuss this journey." ——We are going to the southern elven city-state, do you know anything about the 'elven' race?"

"I still remember them..." Goat's head said immediately, as if something was already brewing in his mind, but he got stuck just after he finished speaking, and he hesitated for a long time before continuing, "Ah, well, my contact with them is not There are many, but I know that the race of elves has extremely high talents in the fields of mathematics and machinery, as well as a unique historical heritage and some weird beliefs and customs, but compared to these, elves are more well-known for their wonderful, The understanding of 'food'..."

"What's your understanding of 'food'?" Duncan frowned. "This sentence seems to have a lot of meaning?"

"The taste buds of elves are different from other races, so they will always make drastic local modifications to the foreign food that spread to their city-states," the goat head said rather tactfully, "so I wanted to remind Miss Nina before I hope she doesn't have too high... expectations for the sweet pancakes in Qingfeng Harbor. Although the world says that Qingfeng Harbor brings together the special diets of various city-states in the civilized world-but they didn't say how the elves put those foods Mixed up."

Duncan: "?"

"In a nutshell, the elves stuff sweet pancakes with peppers and aged cheeses fermented to the point of bubbling—the end result is a soul-stirring mix. Though I personally think it's pretty creative, and at least Much more normal than treacle pig intestines and hot and sour lamb eye pie."

Duncan listened expressionlessly, and it took a long time before he slowly opened his mouth: "It seems that Nina will be disappointed in the upcoming trip to the south..."

...

Lucrezia was sitting in Taran El's research room, watching the famous elf scholar across the table flipping through a mountain of information on the table, while unmoving the omelette Stuffed in the mouth, gobbled it up.

The amazing taste of the omelet constantly provokes the nerves of the "Sea Witch".

It is a traditional convenience food of the elves. The main ingredients are bread, eggs, fermented cheese, and a fungus called "black finger mushroom". Like, and the pickled "black finger mushroom" has a terrible taste and smell like an old rag-to Lucrezia, it is not considered food in general.

But it is the favorite of Master Taran Al, not only because it meets the taste of elves, but also because it is convenient and easy to eat-a university student who is not afraid of sudden death can use it to solve 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 fighting wits with doctors.

"Oh, I found it - let me just say, it must be here..."

Taran Ayer finally stuffed the last bite of the omelet into his mouth, trying to swallow it while talking indistinctly, and at the same time carefully pulled out some bound materials from the crumbling pile of "hills", The hill wobbled in his movements and was about to fall, but finally regained its balance in a more dangerous position than before.

"Here, Lady Lucrecia, what you want about the ancient kingdom of Crete and the vision

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Relevant information——if you came to ask me for it yesterday, I would have found it right away, before I stuffed it into this 'mountain' at that time..."

Lucrezia reached out to take the volume of information, and at the same time couldn't help but glance at the elf scholar opposite - in terms of age, Taran El was in the "golden age" of an elf, and he had just stepped into the middle age. In 2000, with just a little care, he would undoubtedly become an elegant scholar who fascinated thousands of girls, but the work habits of too much sleep and food completely ruined all of this.

In most cases (such as now), the image of the Elven Master is huge bags and dark circles under the eyes, unkempt hair that is falling out every day (it used to be blond, but now the texture and color are closer to yellow hay), and a horrendous complexion.

Lucrezia worried more than once that this university student would die suddenly in front of her, but fortunately or inconceivably, Mr. Talan Ayer is still tenaciously alive today.

"I very, very suggest that you pay attention to your health problems, and cultivate a little bit of normal eating and living habits," the "Sea Witch" sighed, and couldn't help but said while flipping through the information booklet in his hand, "Even if it is In order to have a longer lifespan for research, you should also pay attention to your body."

"I'm paying attention," Taran Eyre said casually, but then revised it rigorously, "I mean, at least pay more attention than before—but special times and special standards, Ms. Lucrecia, you should know from the vision

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What the fragments falling off the earth mean to the civilized world, we must understand its secrets, and the sooner the better..."

"But now it's obvious that we've hit a bottleneck. Before a new breakthrough appears, your 'forgetting food and sleep' is more like useless work." Lucrezia raised her eyelids, "Unless we can find an ancient kingdom of Crete people, or find a book that explains visions directly

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The 'instructions' for the birth process, otherwise I still recommend you to rest for a few days. "

Taran Al waved his hand a little irritably, as if he wanted to say something justified, but he couldn't find any reason to refute, but after a few seconds of bored silence, he suddenly thought of something again, raised his head with With a trace of hesitation, he said: "Ms. Lucrecia, as far as I know... your father is coming, and he is coming for that 'falling object'?"

"Yes, he set off immediately after hearing about the 'exotic object', and he seems to attach great importance to this matter," Lucrezia said, with an awkward expression on her face, "I don't think so at all. Prepared—in fact, I haven’t been mentally prepared until now. But why are you bringing this up all of a sudden?”

"Your father came here immediately after learning about the 'falling object'. Obviously he knew something about it, Ms. Lucrecia, do you think... he might be the 'breakthrough'? Maybe he knew What is the stone ball in the center of the glowing geometry, or maybe he knows the ancient kingdom of Crete and the vision

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The specific connection between them, even..."

"Master Taran El," Lucrezia interrupted the elf scholar, "You may have misunderstood something, my father is an outstanding explorer, and what he is interested in may be the 'Wonder Object' itself , and please don’t forget that he has been in the subspace for a century, even my elder brother and I must be extra cautious when contacting father, but your attitude at the moment is too... optimistic and bold. "

Taran Ayer laughed: "Ah, which one do you think has a higher mortality rate, an unhealthy lifestyle or a bold contact with your father?"

The corners of Lucrezia's eyes trembled, and she opened her mouth as if she wanted to say something, but at this moment, a burst of noise and exclamation suddenly came from outside the window, interrupting what she wanted to say.

"Sun! The sun is out!"