To be honest, there aren't many things piled up in the alley, after all, Duncan is alone, even if he buys a bicycle in advance to carry goods, there is an upper limit to what he can pull over at one time, and Say's reaction is actually very understandable-

The thing was haggling, and it wanted to get some more fries.

In a way, this bird is so easy to understand.

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

Ai Yi blinked his mung bean eyes and stared at the basket of things for a long time, but he really reacted, and immediately stretched his neck: "It's so fragrant! It smells so good!"

"Just know, get to work, this basket is for you—the fries that will blow you up enough to kill you dozens of times," Duncan said with a smile, throwing the pigeon out, "Send these things back to the Lost Country—just put them on deck, 'I'll pick them up over there.'"

Ay fluttered his wings in the air, and before he could land, he was already wrapped in a cloud of green fire, turned into an undead bird, and then circled around the pile twice, and the "cargo" between the flames quickly blurred, but it suddenly stopped again, and after landing on the pile of goods, he tilted his head and looked at Duncan: "Need to specify the next memory address?"

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

Then he couldn't help muttering in his heart - this bird's thesaurus is too complicated and weird, I'm afraid that all the things created by humans on the earth on the Internet are stored in its brain, although after getting along for a while, he can roughly guess the meaning of this thing from its words, but most of the time his communication with Ay is based on his own knowledge reserves...... Can't it try to learn two normal words?

But muttering in his heart, Duncan nodded and replied to Say, "You send these away first, and I have to buy some more......

This time Ay was really frightened, it soared directly into the air, a large ball of flame swept away the accumulated things on the ground in the blink of an eye, and then quickly disappeared in front of Duncan's eyes while shouting: "Horror! It's terrifying!"

Duncan shrugged his shoulders and turned to the bike he had just bought.

It was a very ordinary car, with a black frame, silver wheels and handlebars, brand new bells, and a sturdy and practical basket and back seat - nothing special, not pretty, but not ugly, and probably the biggest advantage was that the quality was not bad.

Duncan had wanted to handpick a beautiful women's bike for Nina, but after looking around the shops in downtown downtown, he abandoned the idea — because there wasn't any.

In Xiacheng, bicycles are bicycles, they are life helpers, but they are also production tools, all cars are the same, and there are no special designs for men, women, mountains, roads and other varied categories, people of different sizes can adjust the handlebars and seats to facilitate riding, in addition to the bicycle has no other function and 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" city-state, many things are still different from the "other world" that Duncan is familiar with—even if they seem to be similar, many of their details are always full of "characteristics" unique to this world, and it is these paradoxical places...... It's always a reminder of the fact that Duncan is "in a foreign country".

He flipped into the car, a lightweight and easy-to-use new means of transportation, which carried him quickly out of the alley and towards the more bustling commercial district not far away.

Nina would love this car.

Leaving the Cross Block, heading northwest and riding towards the higher streets, you will really come to the upper town – which the citizens of Perland would normally refer to as "the demarcation of a truly decent life", rather than "a window dressing place for the middle class", as in the case of the Cross Block.

Contrary to Duncan's initial assumptions, although there was a clear administrative demarcation between "Uptown" and "Downtown" in Plain, there was no physical barrier between the two towns, and the Downtown to Uptown was only accessible through a few completely open intersections that, although sheriff's booths, were clearly not forbidden.

Of course, this was during the day, and according to Duncan's inquiries, there was a strict ban on going up and down the city after dark—even with a night pass, there was an additional formality required to cross the sentry post between the two towns.

It's daytime and the intersection is clear.

Duncan went straight into Uptown, the first time he'd visited the city-state since he set foot in it.

I have to admit that the upper town is indeed a very different place from the lower town.

This is evident in almost every aspect – cleaner and wider streets, taller and more magnificent buildings, newer and more advanced urban facilities, and a significantly more number of gas street lights and "night shelters" than in the lower towns.

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

It is a night shelter to help citizens who are unable to return to their homes in time after dark, for various reasons, and the sign at the door of the kiosk reads a simple description:

"Provide night shelter, with gas lamps, holy oil, and the Storm Codex, please lock the door after entering, wait for rescue, and the night guard has the safety key."

In Downtown, Duncan had seen similar facilities, but there were only one or two in almost an entire block, and they looked patchy and old, and I didn't know if they would be able to use them.

Duncan withdrew his gaze, got on his bike, and continued slowly down the street.

From time to time, his gaze swept over the shops on both sides of the road.

The bright windows and the elegant furnishings in the windows are no match for the shops in the lower town, but Duncan is not concerned with these inconsequential details.

He still has a lot to buy, and buying supplies for the Lost Country is something that has been delayed for too long, and ...... Duncan stopped the car and looked up in front of a street-facing shop, a smile on his face.

There are some things that can't be bought in the lower city - only the "decent people" in the upper city will spend a lot of money and energy on something that has nothing to do with survival, such as this one in front of you.

He locked his bicycle and pushed open the door of the shop, and with the crisp sound of bells, a chubby old woman who was reading the newspaper behind the counter looked up, with a kind smile on her face, and got up and said, "Welcome to the Rose Man-Shaped Pavilion...... Oh, a man, are you here to choose a companion for your lover or junior?"

"Let's take a look." Duncan replied briefly, then looked up and looked curiously at the shop, known as the Rose Human-Shaped Pavilion.

Everywhere you look, there are all kinds of dolls - delicate, elegant, mysterious, cute, playful...... Dolls.

When he was on the street outside, he saw the situation in the store through the window, but it was not until he entered the store that he realized that the space inside was larger than the outside, and almost all the places that could be seen by the naked eye were filled with things related to dolls, and even the bottom of the stairs were full of various styles of storage boxes and support frames, as well as large and small accessories and "bodies" waiting to be assembled.

It is a shop specializing in dolls and doll-related items, with a classic style and a quiet and mysterious atmosphere.

In this huge doll shop, there is only one very kind-looking old lady watching the store, and Duncan is the only customer at this time.

A classical shop full of dolls, a smiling old woman, the only customer.

Duncan's attention was drawn to the array of dolls, and the shopkeeper looked at the strange customer with some curiosity.

It's not uncommon for men to visit a doll shop, with decent men in Uptown often giving elaborate dolls as gifts to their partners or juniors, and some men have a hobby of collecting dolls themselves – what really makes the owner of the shop look at the customer's clothes.

Duncan was wearing an old coat that he was used to wearing, and he didn't look like a wealthy man living in Uptown—and collectibles like "dolls" were not cheap purchases.

But the old woman only glanced at it curiously, and quickly withdrew her gaze.

It is not polite to look at what customers are wearing, and a mature businessman should not judge customers by their appearance, not to mention, everyone has the right to appreciate products.

Duncan finally withdrew his gaze after some scrutiny, exhaling softly.

He admits that he is a little picky.

The puppet craft in this world is more developed than he imagined, and the variety of ...... "accessories" that can't even be named are beyond his understanding of dolls.

- His understanding of puppets is that they are cowardly and disobedient, and there are problems with the cervical spine, and the brain is not good at using the waste wood crew. Duncan looked at the chubby old lady and thought it would be better to humbly ask the professionals about the dolls - especially about joint care and hair transplants.

But before he could speak, he was suddenly stunned.

He looked at the old woman in front of him a little stunned, but the old woman quickly reacted and pointed to his ear with a smile: "The elves of the city-state of Pland are indeed rare."

Duncan: "......"

He admits that the elves of the city-state of Pland may indeed be rare, and that this is the first time he has seen them in his life.

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

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