Chapter 159: The Rosy Humanoid Museum
Chapter 159 – Rosy Humanoid Pavilion
To be honest, there wasn’t really a lot of stuff piled up in the alley, after all, Duncan was on his own, and even if he had bought a bike ahead of time to use for cargo, there was an upper limit to how much he could haul over at one time, and Aey’s reaction to this was actually quite understandable–
The bastard was bargaining, it wanted more fries for the whole thing.
In some ways, this bird is just too good to understand.
“Do you know what this is?” Duncan grabbed the pigeon and brought the other to a basket of potatoes, “This is called a potato, also known as a potato.”
Aey blinked his green eyes and stared at the basket for half a day, and surprisingly, he really reacted, and stretched his neck vigorously, “It smells so good! It smells so good!”
“Just know it, work hard, this basket is all for you – the fries will last you dozens of times,” Duncan hemmed and hawed, casually tossing the pigeons out, “Send these back to the Lost Country ship — just put it straight on deck, ‘I’ will meet you there.”
Aey fluttered his wings in the air, and before he hit the ground, he was wrapped in a ball of green fire, and after transforming into an undead bird, he circled around the pile twice, and the “cargo” between the flames quickly materialized, but he suddenly stopped, and looked at Duncan with a crooked look as he landed on the pile of cargo, “Need to specify the next memory address? Do you need to specify the next memory address?”
Duncan froze for half a day before realizing that the bird was asking what he was going to do next ……
Then he couldn’t help but mutter in his heart – this bird’s thesaurus is too complicated and bizarre, I’m afraid that not all the things that the earth’s human beings have created on the internet exist in its brain, although after getting along with it for a while he could more or less guess the meaning of this thing from its words and phrases, but most of the time when he communicated with Aey, it was just a matter of rubbing off on his own knowledge. The communication is rubbing the edge of their own knowledge reserves over the …… it can not try to learn two sentences of normal human language?
But the heart muttered to mutter, Duncan still nodded and replied to Ai: “You first send these away, I still have to buy some more to go …… “
This time Ai is really frightened, it directly rose up in the air, a large mass of flames in the blink of an eye rolled away the things piled up on the ground, and then quickly disappeared in front of Duncan’s eyes while forcing loudly: “Terror like this! Horrible as hell!”
Duncan just shrugged at the sight and turned towards the bike he had just bought.
It was a very ordinary bike, with a black frame, shiny silver wheels and handlebars, a brand new bell, and a sturdy and practical basket and pillion – no special features whatsoever, not good looking, but not ugly either, and probably the biggest advantage was that the quality was still good.
Duncan had wanted to handpick a nice women’s bike for Nina, but after looking around the stores in the lower town he’d given up on the idea – because there weren’t any.
In the Lower City, a bicycle is a bicycle, a life support, but also a production tool, all the cars are similar, there is no special design of men’s models, women’s models, mountain models, road models and other various categories, people of different sizes can adjust the handlebar and seat to make it easier to ride, but other than that, bicycles do not have any other functions and positioning.
Most people in this world don’t seem to have the luxury of pursuing or customizing a “more sophisticated life”.
In this city-state of the Deep Sea Age, many things are still different from the “other world” that Duncan is familiar with – even if they seem to be similar things, many of their details are still full of this world. Even if they seem to be similar things, many of their details are always filled with the unique “characteristics” of this world, and it is these plausible places …… that always remind Duncan of the fact that he is “in another country”.
He turned over and got into the car, the brand-new means of transportation light and useful, carrying him quickly out of the alley, not far away to the more prosperous commercial district.
Nina would love this car.
Leaving the crossroads and heading northwest, he rode towards the higher streets, and then he really came to the upper city limits – generally speaking, the citizens of Prand called this place “the boundary of a real decent life”, not “the middle class”, like the crossroads. The upper part of the city is the “middle-class neighborhood”, not the “crossroads”.
Contrary to what Duncan had first imagined, although there was a clear administrative boundary between the “Upper Town” and the “Lower Town” in Prand, there was little physical separation between the two towns, and the only thing needed to get from the Lower Town to the Upper Town was to pass through a number of completely open intersections –These intersections, although equipped with sheriff’s posts, apparently do not prohibit citizens from passing each other.
Of course, this was during the daytime, and according to Duncan’s inquiries, the upper and lower towns were strictly off limits after nightfall – even with a nighttime permit, there were additional formalities required to cross the guard posts between the two towns.
Now that it was daytime, the intersection was clear.
Duncan entered the Upper City directly – his first visit to the city-state since setting foot in it.
One had to admit that the Upper Town was indeed a very different place from the Lower Town.
This was evident in almost every aspect – cleaner and wider streets, taller and more imposing buildings, newer and more advanced city facilities, and a significantly larger number of gas streetlights and “night shelters” than in the Lower City.
Duncan slowly stopped the car in front of a kiosk located near the intersection.
It was a night shelter for citizens who, for whatever reason, were unable to return to their homes in time after nightfall, and the sign on the kiosk’s door read a simple description:
“Provides nighttime shelter, contains gas lamps, safe and holy oil, and the Storm Primer, after entering, please unlock the door and wait for help, the night patrol guards hold the security key.”
Duncan had seen similar facilities in the lower city, but there were only one or two of them in almost an entire neighborhood, and they looked spotty and old, so he didn’t know if they still worked. Duncan withdrew his gaze, mounted his bike, and continued slowly down the street.
Every now and then his eyes swept over the street level stores lining the road.
The brightly lit windows and the elegant furnishings inside them were unmatched by the stores in the lower city, but Duncan was not concerned with such insignificant details.
He still had a lot of shopping to do, and picking up supplies for the Lost Country was something that had been delayed for far too long, and ……
Duncan stopped the car and tilted his head in front of one of the street level stores, a small smile on his face.
There were things you couldn’t buy in the lower city – only the “decent people” of the upper city spent a lot of money and energy on things that had nothing to do with survival, like this.
He locked his bike, went forward and pushed open the door of the store, accompanied by the clear and pleasant sound of the bell, a fat old woman who was looking at the newspaper behind the counter looked up, a kind smile on her face, got up and said: “Welcome to the Rosebud Mannequin Pavilion …… Oh, a man, who came to choose a partner for your loved ones or juniors. lover or junior to choose a partner?”
“Just looking around first.” Duncan simply replied, then raised his head and looked curiously at the store called “Rosebud Humanoid Museum”.
As far as the eye could see, there were all kinds of dolls – delicate, elegant, mysterious, cute, playful …… dolls.
When he was outside on the street, 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 even bigger than it looked from the outside, and that almost all the places visible to the naked eye were filled with things related to dolls, and even under the staircase there were various styles of storage boxes and support racks piled up, and there were also accessories of various sizes and “vegetal bodies” waiting to be assembled. “Vegetables”.
This is a store specializing in dolls and doll-related items, with a classic style and a quiet, mysterious atmosphere.
In this huge doll store, there is only a very kind-looking old lady watching the store, and the customer at this time is even only Duncan.
A classical store full of dolls, a smiling old woman, the only customer.
Duncan’s attention was attracted by the wide array of dolls, while the owner of the store looked at this strange customer with some curiosity.
It was not uncommon for men to visit doll stores, decent men in the upper city usually gave exquisite dolls as gifts to their partners or juniors, and there were some men who had a hobby of collecting dolls themselves – what really intrigued the old woman, who was the owner of the store, was the fluttering dress of the customer.
Duncan was wearing an old coat that he was used to wearing, not unlike a rich man living uptown – and dolls were not a cheap purchase.
But the old woman only looked at it curiously, and quickly withdrew her gaze.
It wasn’t polite to look at a customer’s clothes, and a mature businessman shouldn’t judge a customer based on their appearance – not to mention, everyone was entitled to appreciate the goods.
Duncan, on the other hand, finally withdrew his gaze after a few moments of ogling, while letting out a soft breath.
He admitted that he had been a bit picky.
This world’s doll craftsmanship is more developed than he imagined, and the variety of …… “accessories” that he can’t even name has already exceeded his understanding of dolls.
–His understanding of mannequins is that they are a scrappy crew of goons and vegetables with whiplash and a bad brain.
Duncan looked over at the chubby old lady and thought it would be a good idea to humbly ask a professional about dolls — especially joint care and hair implants.
But before opening his mouth, he suddenly froze.
He looked at the old woman in front of him in a bit of a daze, who in turn quickly responded with a smile and pointed to her ears, “Elves in the city-state of Prand are rare indeed.”
Duncan: “……”
He admits that elves in the city-state of Prand may indeed be rare, and this is the first time in his life that he has seen one.
But the bigger reason why he froze was that he didn’t expect old elf ladies with blonde hair to exist in this world ……
(End of chapter)