The crisp bell rang as the door opened, and the afternoon sun poured into the old store, which was almost full of all kinds of dolls, and the elf store manager, who was concentrating on adjusting a set of puppet skeletons behind the counter, heard the movement, looked up, and saw a tall black-haired man wearing a one-eyed blindfold walking into the store.

The elven old woman looked at the "guest" who didn't look like she was coming to the store to buy a doll in any way, but after a moment of confusion, she smiled and greeted - she didn't recognize the tall one-eyed man in front of her as the same child who had bought something in her store with her sister a century ago: "Ah, welcome to the Rose Human-Shaped Pavilion, just take a look." ”

Then she paused, and then casually added, "It's not common for guests like you. ”

Tirien's gaze slowly swept around.

All kinds of dolls, old shelves and carved staircases, a warm and calm atmosphere, and the smiling old woman.

The yellowed fragments of the memory gradually pieced together, became a familiar picture, and gradually overlapped with the scene in front of them.

This is indeed the place where Lucrecia is pointing the right path.

The elven shopkeeper didn't recognize himself, which was normal—he had changed too much from a century ago.

Tirion adjusted his expression slightly, trying to soften his face a little - half a century of wandering and plundering on the cold sea had turned him into a cold-faced man, and he knew that he had always had an uncomfortable temperament in him, and this temperament had obviously affected the kind old lady who was smiling and greeting, but there was confusion and a little vigilance in his eyes.

"I'd like to inquire about something," Tirion didn't know if his expression was adjusted properly, he couldn't quite remember how he should have walked into a store and spoke like a normal person, "Did you sell a doll called 'Nilou' here?" ”

He thought for a moment and added: "A three-point doll, about this tall - classical court style, with a very gorgeous skirt." ”

The elf shopkeeper was stunned for a moment, and said with some hesitation: "Indeed...... There was a doll like this that had been in the store for many years and was bought a while ago, but why did you inquire about it? ”

"Who bought it?" Tirion felt his heart beat a little faster, he didn't expect to find the clue so easily, his father actually bought the doll from the store in the open, "When?" ”

The old lady of the shopkeeper was obviously taken aback by Tirian's overly excited reaction, but became more and more vigilant: "Sorry, I can't reveal information about customers, it's the rule of our businessmen. ”

Tirian was stunned for a moment, but he didn't expect the other party to respond like this, he quickly thought for a moment, and hesitated for another two or three seconds, as if he had made up his mind: "...... Don't you recognize me? ”

"Recognize ......?" The old lady of the shopkeeper frowned, looking the strange human in front of her up and down suspiciously, "I don't remember receiving guests like you—most of the people who come to my shop to buy dolls are women, or young men who choose gifts for their lovers, or fathers who choose gifts for their daughters. ”

"That's because it's been a long, long time since I was here a long, long time ago," Tirion smiled weirdly, "Do you remember a hundred years ago when a brother and sister took a doll named 'Luni' from here?" ”

The old lady of the shopkeeper was stunned for a moment, and then finally slowly opened her eyes and looked at Tirian with an incredulous face: "Ah, you are ......"

"I know you may not believe it, but I have something to prove my identity," Tirien's mind was quick, and he felt something out of his bosom as he spoke, "Elves like you are well-informed and should have heard about me...... Look at this. ”

The elven old lady listened and took a piece of paper from the other party in confusion, opened it and saw that the first thing was a large portrait printed on the paper, and below it was the text of the wanted warrant, the bounty, and the official seal of the Frost City-State......

"I guess I'm still a little famous," Tirion said solemnly, "Strictly speaking, our family is more famous...... Although it may not be a pleasant fame. ”

Old lady of the shopkeeper: "......"

It took a long time for the elven old woman to control her expression, glanced up at Tirien, and said in a strange tone, "It's really you." ”

Tirion seemed to notice that something was wrong, and smiled awkwardly, "It's me." ”

The old lady thought about it again: "I haven't seen you for so many years...... There are so many zeros behind your name......"

Tirien tugged at the corners of her mouth, "Bounty...... It's a bit much, but it's just a formality, they add a zero to the back every four or five years, and no one will take the reward anyway. ”

“…… It's the first time I've seen someone who would carry his wanted warrant on his body as a proof document, and he's a big pirate," the elf old lady's expression finally became a little more normal, and she muttered as she folded the wanted warrant and returned it, "I heard the news of the Sea Mist docking, and I thought I would have time to go to the port to see the excitement, but I didn't expect you to come over first." Is your sister okay? ”

She ...... It's more chic than I am," Tirion said, glancing at the old woman across from her with a strange expression, "I thought you'd be scared, but that's how most normal people react when they see me—even beyond the cold sea." ”

"I've seen a lot of strange things, and you're not the only one who is a big pirate, and the city-states have all issued a statement stating that the Sea Mist is a guest invited by Plant, and the affairs of the northern seas have nothing to do with us," the old lady grunted as she walked to the counter, and then her grunt turned into nagging, "But I still have to talk about you, it's not a good thing to be a pirate, it's not a long-term business, and it's not good to say, look at your sister, she can still hang a lifetime honorary title in the Explorers Guild, Of course, I've heard that your relationship with the northern city-states seems to be quite complicated......"

Tirian's mind began to buzz suddenly, he felt that he had now seen the calm and surplus of the longevity race, and he had to quickly interrupt the old lady's thoughts: "The Sea Mist Fleet is already changing, revenge and plundering against the northern city-states are a thing of the past, and now we mainly rely on protection money......"

Then, without waiting for the old lady to react, he simply ended the topic neatly and dragged the topic back: "Can you tell me now who bought the doll?" ”

"Oh, a ...... that looks like you It may also be a middle-aged man who is still a little shorter, looking quite thin, as if he is not in good health," the old lady didn't bother with it this time, and said casually, "But I don't think you can find it, there are so many people in Prand." Do you want to bring back to your sister another doll that you couldn't buy? Hey, that's a shame, if only you had come earlier...... Wait, I just reacted, how do you know someone bought Nilou? ”

Tirion didn't answer the other party's question, but subconsciously frowned.

A person who is shorter than himself, and who is on the thin side, and in poor health...... This can't be the father.

Don't...... Is it my father's subordinate?!

After reclaiming his humanity and sanity, he has even begun to look for subordinates again? What does he want to do? Is it to rebuild the lost fleet?!

Tirien thought about a lot of things for a while, and he didn't wake up until the elf old lady called his name twice, and then he thought of something again, and immediately asked, "What did that guest say besides buying dolls?" Did he take anything else with him? ”

"What did you say...... It was a normal chat," the old lady recalled, "I felt like a guest who liked dolls very much, and he cared about the repair and maintenance of dolls, and learned a lot from me, oh yes, he also bought a wig and matching hair accessories, which seemed to be prepared for his dolls." ”

Tirien's expression was stunned: "...... Wig? What kind of wig? ”

"I'm quite impressed by the long straight blond hair, the one-to-one size," said the old lady of the shopkeeper, and suddenly remembered something, "By the way, I have another similar one here, you can take a look." ”

As she spoke, she turned around and rummaged through the storage room under the stairs.

Tirion wanted to say that he didn't have to bother, but he didn't have time, and just then, another strange knocking sound suddenly came from not far away, attracting his attention.

It sounded like someone banging on a shop window outside.

Tirion turned his head in surprise, looking in the direction the voice was coming from.

He saw a beautiful lady with waist-length blond hair standing outside the window, tapping lightly on the window.

Tirion didn't react at first, but when he saw the lady's face, he instantly froze in place like a lightning strike.

The lady's countenance...... Exactly like Rei Nora, the Queen of Frost half a century ago!

(End of chapter)