The door of the captain's room opened and Duncan stepped into the room. The goat head that was taking charge of the navigation of the Lost Homeland immediately reacted and turned its head towards him with a squeak.
Duncan Abnomer, I answered in advance. Duncan took the initiative to say before this guy opened his mouth, and then walked straight to the wine cabinet in the corner of the room, poured himself a small glass of strong liquor and drank it all.
The spicy and stimulating taste burned his nerves. This powerful drink seemed to have a soothing effect. Duncan exhaled lightly and felt his mood calm down a little. Then he turned and waited by the nautical chart, looking at the route that was constantly extending to the south.
The goat-headed beast's head slowly turned with Duncan's footsteps, as if it was carefully observing the boatman's every move. After a long time, it finally hesitated and broke the silence.
Chuanchang... You don't look very happy! Do you need me to tell you a few jokes
I am good at telling elf-style jokes. Many people think that this race is serious, but in fact they have a special sense of humor, which has nothing to do with their mood. I don't want to hear jokes either.
Duncan waved his hands, but he knew that Goat Head really wanted to help him adjust, so he didn't say much and just sat down quietly.
As if concentrating on studying the lines and navigation marks on the nautical chart, its thoughts inevitably wandered.
In the end, it didn't get any more answers in its bachelor apartment!
The computer, which had fallen into a strange state, no longer responded to any subsequent questions input into it, and remained as silent as ever, as if the moon picture that had suddenly loaded before was just an illusion created by itself.
But even without more answers, Duncan has realized that he has really touched that very crucial part. The moon of his hometown world has appeared in this strange and twisted world. Even if only a model, a picture, or even a concept appears, it is enough to explain one thing.
It once thought that the two isolated worlds were not as clear-cut as it had imagined, but no one could share these secrets of the world with it, and no one could analyze this matter with it, including Alice who trusted it unconditionally, and the seemingly loyal goat head on the table.
Duncan exhaled lightly, raised his eyes, and saw that the goat head was still staring at him quietly, and the pair of obsidian-inlaid eyes seemed to be filled with bottomless dark shadows.
Captain, you can always trust your first mate, it said very seriously, I know that, but you can't help with all the problems, Duncan shook his head slightly, but this time, its expression softened a little, you are thoughtful, but let's discuss this journey!
We are about to head to the elven city-state in the south. What do you know about the elves
I still remember them!
Goat Head spoke immediately, as if he had already prepared something in his mind, but he got stuck right after he finished speaking, and hesitated for a long time before continuing, "Ah, okay!"
I haven't had much contact with them, but I know that the elves are extremely talented in mathematics and mechanics, and have a very unique historical heritage and some strange beliefs and customs. But compared to these, the elves are more well-known for their wonderful understanding of food... their understanding of food!
Duncan frowned, this sentence seemed to have profound meaning!
The elves' taste buds are different from those of other races, so they always make drastic local modifications to foreign foods that spread to their city-states.
The goat head said tactfully, so I wanted to remind Miss Nina before, hoping that she would not be too picky about the sweet pancakes from Breeze Harbor!
Hopefully, although everyone says that Breeze Harbor gathers the specialties of food from all the city-states in the civilized world, they don’t say how the elves mixed those foods together.
Duncan, in short, stuffs sweet pancakes with chilies and aged cheese that's fermented until it starts to bubble, creating a flavor combination that shakes the soul.
Although I personally think this is still quite creative
, and at least it was more normal than honey pig intestines and hot and sour lamb eye pie. Duncan listened expressionlessly for a long time before he slowly spoke.
;It seems that Nina will be disappointed with the upcoming trip to the south!!
Lucrecia sat in Taran! El's laboratory, looking at the famous elf scholar across the table. She flipped through the mountain of information on the table quickly, stuffed the egg roll into her mouth expressionlessly, and swallowed it voraciously.
The amazing smell of the omelette pancakes continued to provoke the nerves of the sea witch.
It was a traditional elven instant food, the main ingredients of which were bread, eggs, fermented cheese, and a fungus called black finger mushroom. It tasted a bit like severely rotten wood when fried, and it also tasted like... and the cooked black finger mushroom had a terrible taste and smell like an old rag - to Lucrecia.
It doesn’t really count as food overall, but it’s Taran!
Master Al's favorite, not only because it suits the elves' taste, but also because it is easy and convenient to eat.
A great scholar who is not afraid of sudden death can use it to finish a meal within three minutes and meet basic nutritional needs for three meals a day. The saved time can be invested in endless research work and battles of wits with doctors.
Oh, I told you I found it, it must be here, Taran! Al finally put the last bite of the egg roll into his mouth, trying to swallow it, speaking incoherently, while carefully pulling out some bound materials from the crumbling hill. The hill swayed in his movements and was about to fall, but finally regained its balance in a more thrilling position than before.
Here, Lady Lucrezia, is the information you requested about the ancient kingdom of Crete and the connection between the visions...
If you had asked me for it yesterday, I would have found it right away, before I had stuffed it into this mountain.
Lucrecia reached out to take the information, and at the same time couldn't help but glance at the elf scholar opposite her. Judging from the age, Taran!
Ai'er was in the golden age of an elf, and had just entered middle age. With a little care, he would undoubtedly become an elegant scholar who would charm thousands of girls. However, his work habits that worked too hard and neglected food and sleep completely destroyed everything.
In most cases, such as right now, my image as the Elf Master is characterized by huge eye bags and dark circles, tangled hair that is falling out every day. It used to be blonde, but now the texture and color are closer to yellowed hay, and a very bad complexion.
Lucrecia had worried more than once that this great scholar would suddenly die in front of her, but fortunately or incredibly, Taran!
Mr. Al is still alive today, I highly recommend that you pay attention to your health and develop normal eating and living habits, a sea witch sighed and couldn't help saying as she casually flipped through the file in her hand, even if it is for the sake of having a longer life for research, you should also pay attention to your body.
I paid close attention! Taran!
Al said casually, but then he made a rigorous revision, I mean, at least pay more attention than before, once it is a special period and special standards, Ms. Lucrecia, you should know what the fragments that fell off Anomaly 001 mean to the civilized world, we must figure out its secrets, and the sooner the better.
"But now it is obvious that we have reached a bottleneck. Before a new breakthrough appears, your work day and night would be in vain," Lucrezia raised her eyelids. "Unless we can find someone from the ancient Kingdom of Crete, or find a book that directly explains the process of the birth of the vision, I still suggest that you take a few days off."
Taran El waved his hands irritably, as if he wanted to say something to defend himself, but he couldn't find any reason to refute. After a few seconds of bored silence, he suddenly thought of something, raised his head and said with a hint of hesitation, "Lady Lucrecia, as far as I know!"
Your father is coming.
And it was coming for the falling object!
Yes...it heard it!
"I left immediately after the incident with the alien object, and it seems that I attach great importance to this matter," Lucrecia said, with an awkward expression on her face. "I am not prepared for this at all. In fact, I am still not mentally prepared, but why did you suddenly bring this up?"
Your father came here immediately after learning about the falling object. It is obvious that he knows something.
, Ms. Lucrecia, what do you think
!
Could it be the breakthrough? Perhaps it knows what the stone ball in the center of the glowing gas is, or perhaps it knows the specific connection between the ancient Kingdom of Crete and Vision 001, or even Taran! Master El and Lucrecia interrupted the elf scholar. You may have misunderstood something.
My father was a brilliant explorer, and it was of interest, perhaps just!
The artifact itself... and don't forget, it spent a century in the Warp!
Even my brother and I have to be extremely cautious when interacting with our father, but your attitude at this moment is too optimistic and a little bold.
Taran! Al laughed, "Ah... Then which one do you think has a higher mortality rate, an unhealthy lifestyle or a bold contact with your father?"
The corners of Lucrecia's eyes twitched and she opened her mouth as if she wanted to say something. However, at this moment, a sudden noise and exclamation from outside the window interrupted what she wanted to say. The sun, the sun went out.