Deep Sea Embers

To be honest, there are not many things piled in the alley. After all, Duncan is alone. Even if he buys a bicycle in advance to carry goods, there is an upper limit on what he can pull at one time. Ai Yi's reaction is actually Very understandable——

This guy is bargaining for more fries.

From a certain perspective, this bird is really easy to understand.

"Do you know what this is?" Duncan grabbed the pigeon and brought it to a basket of potatoes. "This is called a potato, and it is also called a potato."

Ai Yi blinked his mung bean eyes and stared at the basket for a long time. He actually reacted and stretched his neck: "It smells so good! It smells so good!"

"As long as you know, work hard, this basket is all prepared for you - the fries that will be fried are enough to kill you dozens of times," Duncan chuckled and threw the pigeon out casually, "Put these Send the things back to the Lost Home - just put them on the deck, and I'll take care of them over there."

Ai flapped his wings in the air, and before he landed, he was already wrapped in a ball of green fire. He turned into an undead bird and circled the pile of things twice. The "cargo" between the flames quickly disappeared. It started to melt, but it suddenly stopped again. After landing on the pile of goods, it tilted its head and looked at Duncan: "Do you need to specify the next memory address?"

Duncan was stunned for a long time before he realized that the bird was asking him what he was going to do next...

Then he couldn't help but murmur in his heart - this bird's vocabulary is too complicated and weird. I'm afraid not all the things that humans on earth have created on the Internet are stored in its mind, even though it is getting along so well. After a while, he could roughly guess the meaning of this thing from its words, but most of the time his communication with Ai was just brushing aside his own knowledge reserves... He couldn't try to learn two things. A normal sentence?

However, despite murmuring in his heart, Duncan nodded and answered Ai: "You give these away first, I have to buy some more..."

This time Ai was really frightened. It jumped directly into the sky, and a large ball of flame swept away the things piled on the ground in the blink of an eye. Then it quickly disappeared in front of Duncan and shouted loudly: "It's so scary. ! So terrifying!”

Duncan just shrugged when he saw this, then turned and walked towards the bicycle he just bought.

It was a very ordinary car, with a black frame, shiny silver wheels and handlebars, brand-new bells, and a sturdy and practical basket and back seat - it had no special features, and it couldn't be called pretty, but it wasn't beautiful either. Ugly, the biggest advantage is probably that the quality is pretty good.

Duncan originally wanted to carefully select a beautiful women's bicycle for Nina, but after looking around in the shops in downtown, he gave up the idea - because there was no one.

In Xiacheng District, bicycles are bicycles. They are life aids, but they are also production tools. All bicycles are similar. There are no specially designed men's models, women's models, mountain models, road models, etc. People with different body types can You can adjust the handlebars and seat by yourself to facilitate riding, but other than that, the bicycle has no other functions or positioning.

Most ordinary people in this world don't seem to have much room to pursue or customize a "more refined life."

In this "Deep Sea Age" city-state, many things are still different from the "another world" that Duncan is familiar with - even if they appear to be similar things, many of their details are always full of uniqueness to this world. "Features", and it is these paradoxical places... always reminding Duncan of the fact that he is "in a foreign country".

He climbed into the car. This brand-new transportation tool was light and easy to use. It quickly took him out of the alley and headed to a more prosperous commercial district not far away.

Nina will love this car.

Leaving the cross block, heading northwest, riding towards the higher streets, you will truly reach the upper city area - generally speaking, the citizens of Plane will call this place "a place of real decent life". "Boundary", unlike the cross streets, which can only be regarded as "a place for middle-class citizens to decorate their appearance."

Contrary to what Duncan imagined at the beginning, although Puland has a clear administrative boundary between "uptown" and "downtown", there is no physical barrier between the two districts. From the lower town to the upper town, you only need to pass through Some completely open intersections will suffice - although these intersections are equipped with police officers' booths, they obviously do not prohibit citizens from passing through each other.

Of course, this is the situation during the day. According to what Duncan learned, travel in the upper and lower cities is strictly prohibited after nightfall - even if you have a night pass permit, you still need to cross the guard post between the two cities. Additional procedures are required.

It's daytime now and the intersection is clear.

Duncan entered the upper city directly - this was his first visit here since he entered this city-state.

I have to admit that the upper city is indeed a completely different place from the lower city.

This is reflected in almost every aspect - cleaner and wider streets, taller and more majestic buildings, newer and more advanced urban facilities, and a significantly greater number of gas street lamps and "night shelters" than in the lower city.

Duncan slowly stopped the car in front of a kiosk near the intersection.

This is a night shelter, used to help citizens who are unable to return home in time for various reasons after dark. The sign at the door of the kiosk reads simple instructions:

"A night shelter is provided. It contains gas lamps, holy oil of peace, and the Book of Storms. After entering, please lock the door and wait for rescue. The night guard holds the safety key."

In the lower city, Duncan had seen similar facilities, but there were only one or two in almost an entire block, and they looked shabby and old, and he didn't know if they were still usable.

Duncan withdrew his gaze, got on his bicycle, and continued walking slowly along the street.

From time to time, his eyes swept across the street shops on both sides of the road.

Those bright windows and the elegant and elegant furnishings in the windows cannot be compared with the shops in the lower city, but Duncan is not concerned about these insignificant details.

He still had a lot of things to buy. Purchasing supplies for the Lost Home was something that had been delayed for too long, and... Duncan stopped the car and raised his head in front of a street shop, with a smile on his face.

There are some things that you can't buy in downtown - only "decent people" in uptown will spend a lot of money and energy on things that have nothing to do with survival, such as this.

He locked the bicycle and stepped forward to open the door of the shop. With the clear and melodious sound of the bell, a chubby old woman who was reading a newspaper behind the counter raised her head with a kind smile on her face, stood up and said: " Welcome to the Rose Doll Museum...Oh, a gentleman, are you here to choose a partner for your lover or junior?"

"Let's take a look first." Duncan replied simply, then raised his head and looked curiously at the store called "Rose Doll Hall".

What you see are all kinds of dolls - exquisite, elegant, mysterious, cute, playful... dolls.

When he was outside on the street, he saw the situation in the store through the display window, but it wasn't until he entered the store that he discovered that the space inside was larger than it looked from the outside, and almost every place visible to the naked eye was filled with goods. There are things related to the dolls, even staircase accessories and "real bodies" waiting to be assembled.

This is a store that specializes in selling dolls and doll-related items. It has a classic style and a quiet and mysterious atmosphere.

In this huge doll shop, there was only a kind-looking old lady looking after the shop, and the only customer at this time was Duncan.

A classic shop filled with dolls, a smiling old woman, the only customer.

Duncan's attention was attracted by the dazzling array of dolls, and the owner of the store looked at this strange customer with some curiosity.

It is not uncommon for men to visit doll shops. Respectable men in the upper city usually give exquisite dolls as gifts to their partners or juniors. There are also some men who have a hobby of collecting dolls - which really makes the old shop owners What the woman was curious about was the customer's plain clothes.

Duncan was wearing an old coat that he was used to wearing on weekdays. He didn't look like a rich man living in the uptown area - and collectibles like "dolls" were not cheap purchases.

However, the old woman only glanced curiously and quickly looked away.

It is not polite to look at the customer's clothes, and a mature businessman should not judge the customer based on his appearance - not to mention, everyone is qualified to appreciate the goods.

Duncan finally withdrew his gaze after looking at it and exhaled softly.

He admitted that he was a bit picky.

The doll craftsmanship in this world was more advanced than he imagined, and the variety of "accessories" that he couldn't even name were beyond his understanding of dolls.

——His understanding of dolls is that they are useless sailors who are weak, weak at the neck, and have brain problems. Duncan looked at the chubby old lady and felt that he should humbly ask the professionals about the dolls - especially about joint care and hair transplantation.

But before he spoke, he suddenly froze.

He looked at the old woman in front of him in a daze. The old woman quickly reacted and pointed to her ear with a smile: "Elves in the city-state of Purland are indeed rare."

Duncan: "..."

He admitted that elves in the city-state of Puland may indeed be rare, and this was the first time he had seen elves in his life.

But the bigger reason why he was stunned was that he didn't expect that there would be a fat old elf lady in this world...

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