It's not easy to make a fish that huge for lunch.

It's not just a technical job, it's even a physical job.

Fortunately, the dual motivation of the angler's sense of mission and his passion for improving his food drove Duncan to deal with the big fish 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 strange fish, and stumbled to divide its fat body into several pieces, the head of the strange fish really had no meat, and he temporarily threw it aside, but there were some very good parts of the belly and back of the fish, which were very suitable for becoming the ingredients on the Lost Homeland.

It may seem odd that the captain himself is busy in the kitchen, but Duncan enjoys it - I just wonder how ordinary people who are afraid of the Lost would react to this scene, whether they would be amazed that the fearsome ghost captain had such an easy-to-do and life-like side, or would they first of all praise Duncan's excellent fishing skills?

In the process of splitting the meat of the strange fish into several pieces, Duncan suddenly thought of this question, and he couldn't help but laugh in a good mood, thinking that maybe one day in the future, he would invite some people to the ship in a friendly way - 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 learning more about the world, he will naturally have to integrate with the contemporary civilized society.

At that time, the guests on board will be invited to eat fish.

After a simple split, Duncan temporarily put most of the fish into the barrels lined with sea salt, and pushed the heavy barrels into the warehouse deep in the kitchen, and the remaining smaller fish he was going to process later, when the time came to marinate and dry them on the deck, and if all went well, they would turn into salted dried fish in the sea breeze.

It's a pity that no spirits were found on board, otherwise there would have been more means to deal with the fish.

It's good to have fresh fish every day, of course, but Duncan knows that fishing is always a matter of fate, and he's getting a lot of things today, and maybe not always in the future—he's always going to have to think about how to keep the extra ingredients in store.

After all, although there were no signs of spoilage in the jerky and cheese on the Lost Country, he couldn't determine if it was the special nature of the Lost Country itself or if there was something unusual about the "jerky" and "cheese", and it was not a good thing that the fish that had been caught with great difficulty were rotten.

Dried salted fish is at least better than the salted meat of a century ago, even if it is a different taste.

Duncan left the tenderest and meaty-looking parts and tossed them into the pot with the jerky – which acts as a condiment in the process.

It's a terrible practice, and any real chef will instantly break through the blood pressure of Duncan after seeing it in action, and the best way to make these tender fish is to make them into tart, and secondly, to fry them in moderation - Duncan himself knows this, but he does it to be on the safe side.

He didn't dare to eat the stuff he didn't know from the sea, although the theory was that the sea fish would not carry parasites harmful to the human body, and he, the "ghost captain", should not be afraid of ordinary poisons, but what if?

In contrast, stewing is the most effective way to deal with unfamiliar ingredients.

He's going to try it first, and if he's sure the fish is really edible, he'll think about something else.

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

A bowl of fish soup was served, and the delicious taste whetted Duncan's appetite, but before that, he carefully forked a piece of fish, blew it down, and placed it in front of the pigeon Say.

The pigeons do not eat meat of course – but Ay can hardly be described as a normal pigeon.

Duncan needed to satisfy his curiosity, and he had so much to try on the Lost Land.

As for what happens if this "anomalous pigeon" is really poisoned after eating the fish...... Duncan was actually prepared.

First of all, he had already processed the ingredients as much as possible, and it was just a formality for the pigeon to try, and secondly, if Ae's situation was really not right, he could also use the green fire to pull it into the spirit state as soon as possible - he had already tried before, and the feedback from the brass compass in the spirit state was equivalent to an "item" controlled by the spirit fire, and he could even disassemble and reorganize the spirit Ay and teleport it to a designated location next to him, in this case, the ordinary toxin would definitely not take effect.

Ay tilted his head to watch Duncan's operation, and after confirming that the piece of fish was for himself, it first pecked at the table next to it with its beak, and its two eyes wandered at Duncan and the ceiling: "Is your melon ripe?" ”

Duncan: "Just say you don't want to eat it." ”

Aye raised his wings and learned Duncan's tone, "You just say you don't want to eat!" ”

Then he lowered his head and pecked at the cold flesh of the fish so quickly that it destroyed the food that did not look like a pigeon in any way!

When he had finished eating, Ay stretched his neck vigorously, and then walked up and down the table on his toes, and seemed to be very pleasant, and after going around in a circle, he returned to Duncan and shouted, "It smells so good!" It smells so good! ”

Duncan looked at the pigeon dumbfounded, and somehow a sentence suddenly popped up in his mind - this product is now a combination of "pigeon, real fragrance, and repeater"!

The three major elements are complete, it is simply the light of human beings (the earth), and it is free to draw and pull according to the form of the nine-square grid, even if it is not this product, it can be regarded as an earthling......

After a while, Duncan was relieved to make sure that the pigeon was not reacting in any unusual way.

The captain of the Lost Land and his pet just hid in the kitchen and munked on food.

The fish was really fragrant, just like Duncan had seen in his dreams.

……

The sun is setting over the walls of the city's edge, and the towering chimneys, pipes, and towers of the city-state of Purand are bathed in a pale golden glow.

In the center of the city, the loud sound of a bell ringing from the high ground where the Cathedral of the Storm is located, accompanied by the sharp whistle of steam rushing out of the pressure relief valve, a large white mist erupts from the top of the towers on the side of the church, like a cloud covering the sky above the high ground, reflecting the golden sunlight from the sea.

It's a signal of the cycle of day and night – a reminder that the power of the sun is about to fade quickly and that the creation of the world is about to take over the sky.

After this, the earthly order will move from solid to shaky, and the influence from the "deep" world will rapidly intensify as night falls, and this process will continue until the sun rises the next day.

At night, the cautious will choose to stay at home, and those who have to go out should also choose to stay in a brightly lit place if possible – the gas lamps blessed by the priests can dispel the malice of the night to the greatest extent.

But in any case, it is at least a prosperous and stable large city-state, under the protection of the sacred storm cathedral, even the deepest influence of the world will be suppressed under the critical point of safety, the occasional anomaly in the city is only a harmless minority, ordinary citizens know how to keep their homes safe, and there are even church guards patrolling at night to take over the work of the sheriff to ensure order in the city after dark.

But just as there is always a shadow that does not shine under the brightest street lamps—even under the noses of the guardians of the Church, there are always fools who yearn for darkness and subversion, who fear and hate the existing order in the world, and who look forward feverishly to some "good era" that even they themselves have never seen.

Fortunately, in the city-states where the forces of order dominate, these subversives are largely confined to the shadows.

At the edge of the city-state, deep in an abandoned sewer entrance, several black-robed figures huddled in the corners of the room.

Once a temporary resting room for sewer maintenance managers, it has been forgotten with changes in urban planning, and the untended corner has become a haven for cultists after their hasty escape—a not-so-bright oil lamp hangs on the wall, and the flickering light illuminates several gloomy, fearful, and resentful faces.

A black-robed man in his mid-thirties was lying on a bunk of rags, clenching his teeth, pale, and breathing faintly and confused, while others sat near him, and someone cursed in a low voice: "Those damn church hyenas......"

"We have lost a large number of our compatriots, and the messenger has also died in the ritual......" said another in a hoarse voice, "how could the sacred ritual suddenly get out of control......

"The sacrifice...... Apparently because of that sacrifice, he was clearly a minion of heresy......"

"Listen," a black-robed man suddenly gestured intently and raised his hand to point upward, "the sound of the twilight bell and the whistle. ”

“…… It's almost night," the black-robed man who was the first to curse had a low voice, and glanced uncomfortably at his "compatriot" who was lying on the bunk on the floor, obviously in a very bad state, "damn it...... Hopefully he'll make it through tonight......"