Deep Sea Embers

It's not easy to cook such a huge fish for lunch.

This is not only a technical job, but even a manual job.

Fortunately, the fisherman's sense of mission and his enthusiasm for improving food drive Duncan, so that he can deal with the big fish he caught today with full motivation.

He worked in the kitchen for a long time, and finally successfully removed the bone spurs on the head of the ugly monster fish, and then he stumbled and cut its fat fish body into several pieces. The head of the monster fish was really meatless. He temporarily threw it aside, but there were some meaty parts in the belly and back of the fish, which were very suitable to be used as ingredients on the Lost Country.

It might seem odd that Captain Dignant was working in the galley himself, but Duncan enjoyed it quite a bit—I just don't know how ordinary people who feared the disaster of the Lost Country would react to this scene, and they would be astonished. The frightened Captain Ghost actually has such an easy-going and life-like side, or should he admire Duncan's excellent fishing skills first?

In the process of cutting the meat of the strange fish into several pieces, Duncan suddenly thought of this question, and he couldn't help laughing in a good mood, thinking that maybe one day in the future, he would kindly invite some people to be guests on board ——The Lost Country will not always be synonymous with disaster, and he himself does not intend to be a cold-blooded and ruthless ghost captain. After he has a better understanding of the world, he will naturally integrate with contemporary civilized society.

At that time, invite the guests on board to eat fish.

After completing the simple division, Duncan temporarily put most of the fish into a wooden barrel covered with sea salt, and then pushed the heavy wooden barrel into the warehouse deep in the kitchen. For processing, when the time comes they will be pickled and dried on the deck, and if all goes well, they will be dried salted fish in the sea breeze.

It's a pity that no spirits were found on board, otherwise there could be more ways to deal with the fish.

It is of course a good thing to have fresh fish to eat every day, but Duncan knows that fishing is always a matter of chance. He has a good harvest today, but it may not always be the case in the future-he has to think about how to deal with and preserve the excess food.

After all, although the dried meat and cheese stored on the Lost Home had no signs of corruption, he couldn’t be sure if it was something special about the Lost Home itself or if there was something unusual about the “dried meat” and “cheese” that had finally been caught. It's not a good thing to let it rot.

Dried salted fish is at least better than bacon from a century ago, even if it’s just a change of taste.

Duncan saves the tenderest, best-looking parts and tosses them in the pot with the jerky—which acts as a seasoning in the process.

This is a reckless practice. Any real chef will have a blood pressure immediately after seeing Duncan's operation. The most suitable method for these fresh and tender fish meat should be made into fish meat, followed by moderate frying——Duncan himself Knows that too, but he's doing it just to be on the safe side.

He doesn't dare to eat unfamiliar things caught from the sea casually, although theoretically sea fish don't carry parasites that are harmful to the human body, and he, the "ghost captain", should not be afraid of ordinary people. poison, but what if?

In contrast, stewing is the most effective processing option for unfamiliar ingredients.

He wants to try this first, and if he confirms that the fish is really edible, he will consider other methods.

It was almost mid-afternoon when his belated "lunch" was finally finished.

A bowl of fish soup was served, and the delicious taste whetted Duncan's appetite, but before that, he cautiously forked a piece of fish first, let it cool down, and placed it in front of Pigeon Ay.

Pigeons don't eat meat, of course - but 'Ay' is hardly a normal pigeon.

Duncan needed to satisfy his curiosity. He had so many things to try aboard the Lost Country.

As for what to do if this "abnormal pigeon" is really poisoned after eating fish... Duncan is actually prepared.

First of all, he has processed the ingredients as much as possible, and letting the pigeon try it is just a formality. Secondly, if Ai’s situation is really wrong, he can also use the green fire to pull it into the spirit state immediately. ——He has tried it before. Ai in the spirit state is the same as the feedback from the brass compass, which is equivalent to an "item" controlled by the fire of the spirit. Disassemble and reassemble and send it to the designated location around him. In this case, the ordinary poison will definitely not take effect.

Ai tilted his head and watched Duncan's operation. After confirming that the piece of fish was for himself, he first pecked at the table next to him with his beak, and looked at Duncan and the ceiling with both eyes: "You melon Are you familiar?"

Duncan: "Just say whether you want to eat or not."

Ai Yi raised his wings, imitating Duncan's tone: "You just say whether you want to eat or not!"

Then it lowered its head and quickly pecked at the cold fish meat. At an astonishing speed, it wiped out the food that didn't look like it was for pigeons in a few strokes!

After eating, Ai stretched his neck vigorously, and then started walking on the table arrogantly. It seemed to be very happy, and after going around in a circle, he returned to Duncan and shouted: "It's delicious! It's delicious!"

Duncan stared at the pigeon dumbfounded, and for some reason, a sentence of emotion suddenly popped up in his mind-this product is now a combination of "pigeon, real fragrance, and repeater" in one!

The three major elements are complete, it is simply the light of human beings (Earth), draw and draw according to the form of the nine palaces of freedom, I am afraid that it is not this guy who can be regarded as an Earthling...

After a while, Duncan confirmed that the pigeon did not have any abnormal reactions, and he was completely relieved.

The captain of the Lost Home and his pet just hid in the galley and gorged on food.

The fish was really delicious, just like what Duncan had seen in his dream.

...

The setting sun is gradually approaching the high walls on the edge of the city, and the towering chimneys, pipes and towers of the Pratland city-state are being bathed in pale golden brilliance little by little.

In the central area of ​​the city, the high ground where the Cathedral of the Storm is located heard the resounding sound of the big bell ringing, accompanied by the sharp whistling of the steam rushing out of the pressure relief valve, a large cloud of white mist spewed out from the top of the tower flanking the church, like clouds Covering the sky above the plateau, reflecting the golden sunlight from the sea.

This is the signal for the alternation of day and night - a reminder that the power of the sun is about to fade rapidly and the creation of the world is about to take over the dominance of the sky.

After this, the order of the world will change from being stable to being shaken, and the influence from the "deep layers" of the world will be rapidly strengthened as night falls, and this process will continue until the sun rises the next day.

In the night, prudent people will choose to stay at home, and those who have to go out should choose to stay in brightly lit places as much as possible-the gas lamp blessed by the priests can dispel the darkness of the night to the greatest extent. malicious.

But in any case, here is at least a prosperous and stable big city-state. Under the shelter of the sacred Cathedral of Storms, even the deepest influence of the world will be suppressed under the critical point of safety, and the occasional abnormal phenomena in the city It's just an innocuous little problem. Ordinary citizens know how to ensure the safety of their homes. There are also church guards who patrol at night to take over the work of the sheriff to ensure the order of the city after nightfall.

But just like no matter how bright a street lamp is, there are always shadows that cannot be illuminated—even under the noses of the guardians of the church, there are always fools who yearn for darkness and subversion. They fear and hate the existing things in the world. Order, and fanaticly looking forward to a "beautiful era" that even they themselves have never seen.

Fortunately, in a city-state where the power of order dominates, these subversives can only curl up in the shadows most of the time.

On the edge of the city-state, in the depths of an abandoned sewer entrance, several figures in black robes were huddling in the corner of the room.

This used to be a room for the maintenance and management personnel of the sewer to rest temporarily, but now it has been forgotten with the change of urban planning, and the unattended corner has become a safe haven for the cultists after they fled in a hurry—an unsightly lamp. How bright oil lamps were hung on the wall, and the lights were shaking, illuminating several gloomy, fearful and resentful faces.

A black-robed man in his thirties was lying on the floor made of rags, clenched his teeth, his face was pale, his breathing was weak and chaotic, and other people were sitting near him, someone cursed in a low voice: "Those damned Church Hyena..."

"We lost a large number of compatriots, and the envoy also died in the ceremony..." Another person said hoarsely, "How could the sacred ceremony suddenly go out of control..."

"That sacrifice... obviously because of that sacrifice, he is obviously the minion of heresy..."

"Listen," a man in black suddenly made a listening movement, then raised his finger and pointed upward, "it's the sound of the evening bell and the siren."

"...It's going to be night," the black-robed man who was the first to curse had a low voice, and looked uncomfortably at the "compatriot" who was lying on the floor and was obviously in a very bad state, "Damn... I hope he can Make it through the night..."