A copy of the Pland Izvestia costs twelve pesos, the equivalent of a shabby breakfast, or the cheapest dessert in the Cross Block, which can be purchased from a passing newsboy or a few extra steps to a newsstand at the end of another street.

Duncan had a few coins in his arms and bought a local newspaper at the newsstand, and the owner of the newsstand, a middle-aged man who was immersed in reading, waved his hand to signal the newspaper to pick it up when Duncan threw the coins into the box, without even raising his head.

Duncan glanced at what the other party was looking at, and found that it was an analysis of a previous lottery, with colorful lines outlining all unrealistic fantasies.

He glanced down at the newspaper he had just bought, and the headline on the front page of the newspaper was the news he was most interested in:

The venerable Church Guardians, led by Inquisitor Fanna Wayne, succeeded in destroying a Helios cult meeting point, capturing a large number of cultists and rescuing several citizens......

The photograph of the "Lord Inquisitor" was printed on one side of the news page, and to Duncan's surprise, was a rather young woman, with a striking scar on her left eye, but still a beautiful lady — standing with her men, half a head taller than everyone in the vicinity.

The Inquisitor wears a close-fitting and light armor, a battle dress, and a two-handed broadsword that looks like a sassy female knight in a medieval painting—but behind the lady and a group of church guards, a massive steam mechanism can be seen, and even a clear turret structure can be seen on it......

Wonderful and weird painting style, contradictory but harmonious.

Duncan's gaze fell on the photograph for a long time.

The news of the destruction of the cultists' assembly point was good news for him, and without worrying about his identity being revealed, he could see the gang of thugs who performed human sacrifices being captured and brought to justice, while on the other hand, he was more concerned about the information revealed by the photograph.

Female Inquisitors who specialize in dealing with cultists, heavily armed steam armored robots, and Church Armed Forces with both cold weapons and hot ice cream......

Information that is extremely difficult to obtain on the Lost Country can be read in a civilized society with only a newspaper of twelve pesos.

As Duncan had thought before—times had changed by the time the Lost Land drifted blindly for a century.

Even if we don't consider it from the superficial perspective of "who can fight better than whom", the mortal civilization represented by the city-state of Purand has developed to a ...... It's a wonderful stage.

The intersection was not a good place to read the newspaper, so Duncan casually rolled the newspaper and picked it up, remembering that there was a "niece" named Nina waiting for him at the antique shop, so he walked back.

A local who has a congenital trust bonus to himself is obviously a better source of information than wandering around the city aimlessly by himself.

As for the Lost Place, Duncan is not worried - even in the state of walking in the spirit realm, he can still clearly perceive the situation on the Lost Land, sense the state of his other body, the goat's head is at the helm for him, Alice also looks quite peaceful, he should be able to move here for a while longer.

Anyway, there was an expression on the crew code of the Lost Country that "the captain occasionally leaves the ship", and it is not a big deal for the captain to walk in the spirit world for two days, right?

And as the spirit walk continued, Duncan felt that he was becoming more proficient in controlling this particular "spirit projection", and perhaps it would not be long before he could try to control the physical activity on both sides at the same time—not to mention worrying about what would happen on the boat while he was on the spirit walk.

At this moment, a sweet smell suddenly wafted from the side, Duncan subconsciously stopped and looked to the side, he saw a cake shop on the street, and freshly baked pastries were being placed outside.

This is the lower part of the city-state of Plande, and there are naturally no fancy dessert shops, but even some of the cheapest and shoddy pastries have stopped Duncan's tracks.

There are still a few coins in your pocket, which add up to less than twenty pesos, but it is more than enough to buy a piece of cake.

After a moment's hesitation, he went to the cake shop and paid for a piece of the most ordinary bee candy cake—the packaging material used to pack the cake was some kind of thick paper with a rough texture, which was rough to the touch.

Duncan walked towards the antique shop with the newspaper and cake, but his mood was inexplicably happy.

Walk the streets, talk to people, buy things, return to your accommodation.

Such a simple thing gave him a sense of being away from home—he enjoyed the feeling of breathing on land almost savoring, and treated these ordinary daily routines as some kind of precious life experience.

Life on the Lost is actually okay, the goathead is noisy but reliable, and Alice is also a fun guy, but it's not bad to get a taste of life on land.

It didn't take long for Duncan to return to the antique shop, and before he pushed the door in, he glanced up at the sign on the store—a row of letters from Duncan's antique store was still quietly printed on it, with an old texture that seemed to have not changed in more than ten years.

He pushed the door open and entered, the sound of bells clattering clearly, followed by the sound of hurried footsteps coming from the direction of the stairs.

The young girl with long brown hair hurried down and stood at the top of the staircase, leaning against the pillar next to her and staring at Duncan with a nervous and worried expression.

"Uncle Duncan, where have you been?" She said quickly, "You said to go to the door to have a look, but it was gone in a blink of an eye...... I thought you'd run to a tavern or casino again......"

Duncan looked at the girl in front of him in a little surprise, he could hear that the other party was really nervous and worried about something.

She was worried about the only remaining relative in the world who depended on her for her life—even if this relative was a drunkard, gambling, decadent and irascible rotten person, and had the bloody deeds of cultists behind her back.

An inexplicable feeling came flooding back, but the expression on his face didn't change: "I just went out for a walk and bought something by the way." ”

As he spoke, he walked to the counter of the antique shop, ready to put the newspaper and cake on it, and Nina seemed to suddenly relax, and then ran upstairs, and said quickly as she ran: "Uncle, wait a minute, I'll bring breakfast down - you must not have eaten breakfast at this time, I cooked corn beet soup......"

Before Duncan could speak, Nina's figure disappeared down the stairs, and after a while, she walked cautiously down with a large tray.

On the tray is a modest breakfast for two.

Duncan watched as the girl was busy with a somewhat dull expression, watching as she expertly cleared a place on the counter and placed the food before moving an extra chair for herself......

Her hands and feet were exceptionally nimble, and she had a joy that came from nowhere.

Duncan watched her busy, trying to help, but finding that he couldn't intervene.

He had dealt with young people of his age, but he had scarcely ever seen a child as diligent and nimble as her.

On Earth, she should only be the age of a high school student, and even if she was placed here, she looked like a student.

It occurred to Duncan that it would not be easy to live with an "uncle" who had fallen into a cult - but the girl named Nina seemed to have fully adapted to this kind of life, which was not a happy life no matter how you looked at it, and still found something to support herself in life.

"Let's eat," said Nina, who had everything ready by this time, and she glanced at Duncan as if she had said it a million times, "Dr. Albert said that if you eat breakfast regularly and stay in a good mood, it will be better than liquor in the long run...... It works better than painkillers. ”

Duncan didn't speak for a while, just looked at Nina quietly, and before the other party's expression was about to become cramped and nervous, he took the cake that had been put aside before, and opened the package and put it in front of Nina.

Nina's eyes widened in surprise and she looked at what was in front of her in bewilderment: "This is ......"

"Cake, bought from the corner," Duncan said casually, "you're growing your body, and you're eating something nutritious for breakfast." ”

Nina was stunned, she just stared blankly at the cheap pastry in front of her, and after a long time, as if she had reacted, she whispered almost to herself: "Are you really okay?" ”

"Of course I'm fine," Duncan's expression was quite natural, "but it suddenly remembered that I hadn't bought you dessert in a long time." ”

"Indeed, it's been more than a year......," Nina muttered, but then burst out laughing, picking up the knife, "Then we're all half, Dr. Albert said, you need something nutritious too." ”

Duncan felt odd, but nodded after a moment of silence.

“…… Good. ”