Deep Sea Embers - Chapter 514
[Chapter 512 The Food Culture of the Elves]
The door of the captain’s cabin opened, and Duncan stepped into the room. The goat’s head, who was taking over the voyage of the Lost Country, immediately reacted and turned his head this way.
“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
it A cold joke.” Duncan waved his hand, but he knew that the goat’s head really wanted to help him adjust, so he didn’t say much, but just sat down quietly, as if concentrating on studying the extended lines and lines on the chart. buoy.
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 elven city-state in the south, do you know anything about the ‘elf’ race?” “I
still remember them…” Goat Tou said immediately, as if some words were already brewing in his mind, but just now After he finished speaking, he was a little stuck, and he hesitated for a long time before continuing, “Ah, well, I don’t have much contact with them, but I know that the race of elves has extremely high talents in the fields of mathematics and mechanics, and they also have very unique skills. Historical inheritance and some weird beliefs and customs, but compared to these, the elves are more familiar with their wonderful understanding of ‘food’…” “The understanding of ‘food’?” Duncan frowned,
” This sentence seems to have a deep meaning?”
“The taste buds of elves are different from other races, so they will always make some drastic local modifications to the foreign food that has spread to their city-state,” Goat Head said rather tactfully, “so I I wanted to remind Ms. Nina before that 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 It didn’t say how the elves mixed the food.”
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 It’s much more normal than honey pig intestines and hot and sour sheep’s eye pie.”
Duncan listened expressionlessly, and then slowly spoke after a long time: “It seems that Nina will be disappointed in the upcoming trip to the south…”
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Lu Clecia was sitting in Taran El’s research room, watching the famous elf scholar across the table flip through the mountain of materials on the table while stuffing the omelet with a blank expression. Importing, gobbling.
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 vaguely, and at the same time He carefully extracted some bound materials from the crumbling “hill”. The hill swayed in his movements and was about to fall, but finally recovered in a more dangerous position than before. balance.
“Here, Ms. Lucrecia, what you want about the ancient kingdom of Crete and vision
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Related information – if you came to ask me for it yesterday, I would have found it right away, before I stuffed it into this ‘mountain’…” Lucrezia reached out and
took the volume At the same time, he couldn’t help but glanced at the elf scholar opposite – in terms of age, Taran El was just in the “golden age” of an elf. He had just entered middle age, and he only needed a little care. Undoubtedly a refined scholar who would fascinate thousands of young girls, however too much sleepless work habits have completely spoiled all of this.
In most cases (such as now), the image of the Elf Master is huge bags under the eyes and black eyes. Eye circles, unkempt hair that was falling out every day (it used to be blond, but now has a texture and color closer to yellowed hay), and a disastrous complexion. Lucrezia worried about the university student more than once
. He would die suddenly in front of himself, but fortunately or inconceivably, Mr. Taran Ayer is still tenaciously alive today.
“I very, very suggest that you pay attention to your own health problems, and develop a little bit of normal eating and living habits,” The “Sea Witch” sighed, flipping through the information booklet in her hand, and couldn’t help but say, “Even if it’s to have a longer lifespan for research, you should pay attention to your body. “
“I’m paying attention,” Taran El said casually, but then revised it rigorously, “I mean, at least more than before—but special times and special standards, Ms. Lucrecia, You should know what the fragments from Vision
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mean to the civilized world, and we must figure out 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 sleep and food’ is more like useless work,” Lucrezia raised her eyelids, “unless we can find someone from the ancient Kingdom of Crete, or find a book that directly explains the birth of vision
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The ‘manual’ of the process, otherwise I suggest you take a few days off for the next 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 A trace of hesitation said: “Ms. Lucrecia, as far as I know… your father is coming, and he is coming for the ‘falling object’?
” I set off immediately after the thing, and seemed to take it very seriously,” Lucrezia said, with a slightly awkward expression on her face, “I was not prepared for it at all-in fact, I haven’t been ready yet. Mentally prepared. But why did you bring this up all of a sudden?”
“Your father left immediately after learning about the ‘falling object’, obviously he knew something about it, Ms. Lucrezia, do you think… he would Could it be the ‘Breakthrough’? Maybe he knows what the stone ball in the center of the luminous geometry is, or maybe he knows the specific connection between the ancient kingdom of Crete and Vision
001 , or even…” ”Talan El Master,” Lucrezia interrupted the elf scholar, “You may have misunderstood something, my father is an outstanding explorer, what he is interested in, maybe only the ‘wonderful thing’ itself, and please don’t forget , 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 Al She laughed: “Ah, then do you think the unhealthy lifestyle or the bold contact with your father, which behavior has a higher mortality rate?” Lucrezia’s eyes trembled, and she opened her mouth as if to say What, but at this moment, a sudden noise and exclamation from outside the window interrupted what she wanted to say. ”The sun! The sun is out!” (End of this chapter)
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