Deep Sea Ember

Chapter 44 Breakfast

for the Common Man A

Prande News costs twelve pesos, equivalent to a shabby breakfast, or the cheapest dessert in the Cross Block—a newspaper can be bought from a newsboy passing by, or you can walk a few more steps to buy one at the newsstand at the end of another street.

Duncan bought a local newspaper at the newsstand with a few coins in his arms, the owner of the newsstand was a middle-aged man who was immersed in reading, he listened to Duncan's movement of throwing the coin into the box and waved his hand to pick up the newspaper, without even lifting his head the whole time.

Duncan peeked at what the other party was looking at and found that it was an analysis article of a previous lottery, which outlined all unrealistic fantasies with colorful lines.

He glanced down at the newspaper he had just bought, and the front page headline was the news he was most interested in:

The venerable Church Guardian Force, led by Inquisitor Vanna Wayne, successfully destroyed a Sun God cult meeting place, captured a large number of believers on the spot, and rescued a number of citizens......

The picture of the "Honorable Inquisitor" was printed on one side of the news, and to Duncan's expectations, it was a fairly young woman with a striking scar on her left eye, but still a beautiful lady—she stood with her men, half a head taller than every man around her.

The Inquisitor wore close-fitting and light armor, a skirt, and a two-handed greatsword that seemed to have come out of the era of cold weapons, like a sassy female knight in the style of medieval paintings - but behind the lady and a group of church guards, a huge steam engine could be seen, and the steam machine could even see the obvious turret structure on it......

A wonderful and strange painting style, contradictory but harmonious.

Duncan's gaze fell on this picture for a long time.

The news of the extermination of the cult assembly point was good news for him, and without worrying about his identity being exposed, he could see the gang of villains who were performing human sacrifices being arrested and brought to justice without any psychological pressure, while on the other hand, he paid more attention to the information revealed by this photo.

A female inquisitor who specializes in dealing with cultists, a heavily armed steam armored robot, and a church armed force with both cold and hot weapons......

Information that is extremely difficult to obtain on the Lost Homeland can be clearly read by a newspaper for twelve pesos within a civilized society.

As Duncan had thought before - when the Lost Homeland had drifted blindly for a century, times had changed.

Even if you don't consider it from the superficial perspective of "who can fight better than whom", the mortal civilized society represented by the city-state of Prade has developed to a ...... It can be called a wonderful stage.

The intersection was not a good place to read the newspaper, Duncan casually rolled up the newspaper and picked it up, he still remembered that there was a man named Nina in the antique shopThe "niece" was waiting for her, so she walked back.

Compared to wandering around the city aimlessly by himself, a local who has an innate trust bonus is obviously a better source of information.

As for the lost home, Duncan was not worried - even in the state of walking in the spirit world, he could still clearly perceive the situation on the lost home, perceive the state of his other body, the goat's head was at the helm for him, and Alice seemed quite at ease, he should be able to move here for a while.

Anyway, the original crew rules of the Lost Homeland had the expression "the captain will occasionally leave the ship", so it is not a big deal for the captain to walk in the spirit world for two days, right?

And as the spirit world walk continued, Duncan felt that he was gradually becoming proficient in controlling this special "spiritual projection", and perhaps soon he would be able to try to control the physical activities on both sides at the same time - not to mention worrying about the situation on the ship during his spirit world walk.

At this moment, a sweet smell suddenly floated over from the side, Duncan subconsciously stopped to look to the side, he saw a cake shop facing the street, and freshly baked pastries were being placed outside.

This is the lower part of the city-state of Prade, and naturally there are no high-end dessert shops, but even some of the cheapest shoddy pastries stopped Duncan.

There were still a few coins in my pocket, which added up to less than twenty pesos, but it was more than enough to buy a piece of cake.

After a slight hesitation, he came to the cake shop and paid for the most ordinary bee candy cake - the packaging material used by the store to pack the cake was some kind of coarse thick paper that was rough to the touch.

Duncan walked towards the antique shop with newspapers and cakes, but his mood became inexplicably happy.

Walk on the streets, talk to people, buy things, return to your accommodation.

Such a simple thing gave him a feeling of being in another world - he almost savored the feeling of breathing on land, and regarded these ordinary daily lives as some kind of precious life experience.

Life on the Lost Home is actually okay, the goat head is noisy but reliable, Alice is also an interesting guy, but it is not bad to experience life on land.

Before pushing the door to enter the store, he still looked up at the sign on the store - a row of letters from Dunkin' Antique Shop were still quietly printed on it, with an old texture that seemed to have not changed for more than ten years.

He pushed the door into the store, and the sound of the bell ringing crisply, followed by a sound of hurried footsteps coming from the direction of the stairs.

The young girl with long brown hair hurriedly ran down, and stopped at a sharp brake in front of the staircase, she held on to the pillar next to her and stared at Duncan with wide eyes, her expression nervous and worried.

"Uncle Duncan, where have you been?" She said quickly, "You said to go to the door to take a look, but in the blink of an eye, it disappeared...... I thought you were going to a tavern or casino again......"

Duncan looked at the girl in front of him in surprise, he could hear that the other party was really nervous and worried about something.

She was worried about the only remaining relative in the world who depended on her for her life—even if this relative was a drunken, gambling, decadent and irritable rotten person, and behind the scenes, he was still stained with the bloody deeds of cultists.

An inexplicable feeling emerged faintly, but the expression on his face did not change: "I just went out for a walk and bought something by the way."

As he spoke, he walked to the counter of the antique shop, preparing to put the newspaper and cake on it, while Nina seemed to suddenly feel relieved, and then ran upstairs, saying quickly as he ran: "Uncle, wait a while, I'll bring breakfast down - you definitely haven't had breakfast at this time, I cooked corn beet soup ......."

Before Duncan could speak, Nina's figure had already disappeared on the stairs, and after a while, she walked down cautiously with a large tray.

On the tray, there was a simple breakfast for two people.

Duncan watched the girl hurriedly with a dull expression, watching her skillfully clear a place on the counter, put the food on the table, and then move an extra chair to the side for herself......

Her hands and feet were particularly sharp, and she exuded a sense of joy that came out of nowhere.

Duncan watched her busy and wanted to help, but found that he couldn't get in at all.

He had dealt with a lot of young people of his age, but he had hardly ever seen a child as diligent and agile as her.

On Earth, she should only be the age of a high school student, and even here, she looks like a student.

Duncan suddenly thought that living with an "uncle" who had fallen into a cult would not be an easy task—but this girl named Nina seemed to be perfectly adapted to this kind of life that could not be called a happy life no matter how you look at it, and she could still find something to support herself in life.

"Let's eat," Nina had everything ready at this time, she glanced at Duncan, as if she had said it countless times, "Dr. Albert said that if you can eat breakfast regularly and keep a good mood, it will be better than strong wine for a long time...... It works better than painkillers.

Duncan didn't speak for a while, just looked at Nina quietly, and before the other party's expression was about to become cramped and nervous, he took the cake he had put aside before, opened the package and placed it in front of Nina.

Nina's eyes widened in surprise and she looked at what was in front of her in confusion: "This is ......"

"Cake, bought from the street corner," Duncan said casually, "You are growing your body, eat something nutritious for breakfast."

Nina was stunned, she just stared blankly at the cheap pastry in front of her, and after a long time she seemed to react, she whispered almost to herself, "Are you really okay?"

"Of course I'm fine," Duncan said with a rather natural expression, "I just suddenly remembered that I haven't bought you dessert for a long time."

"Indeed, it's been more than a year......" Nina muttered, but then suddenly laughed, and at the same time picked up a dinner knife, "Then half of us, Dr. Albert said, you also need something nutritious too."

Duncan felt strange, but after a moment of silence, he nodded.

“…… Okay.