Chapter 36: When Day and Night Change

Chapter 36: When Day and Night Change
It wasn’t easy to cook such a huge fish for lunch.

It was not only a technical job, but even a physical job.

It was a good thing that the dual motivation of the angler’s sense of duty and his passion for improving his meals drove Duncan so that he was able to tackle the big fish he had caught today with full motivation.

He worked in the kitchen for a long time, and finally successfully removed the bone spurs on the ugly monster fish’s head, and stumbled to split its fat body into several pieces, the head of the monster fish really had little meat, so he temporarily threw it aside, but the belly and the back of the fish had some meaty parts, which were suitable to be turned into ingredients on the Lost Country.

It seemed a bit odd to have the captain himself working in the kitchen, but Duncan was enjoying himself – he just wondered what the reaction of the ordinary people who were terrified of the Lost Country would be if they saw this, would they be shocked that the dreaded Ghost Captain had such a down-to-earth, life-like side, or would they be the first to marvel at Duncan’s Or would they first marvel at Duncan’s fishing prowess?
In the process of splitting the meat of the strange fish into several pieces, Duncan suddenly thought of this question, and in a good mood, he could not help but smile, and in his heart, he thought that maybe in the future there would be a day when he would kindly invite some people to come to the ship as guests – the Lost Country would not always be synonymous with disaster, and he did not intend to be a cold-blooded and ruthless Ghost Captain, in his understanding of the world, and in his understanding of the world, he would be a good person. Ghost Captain, after further understanding of this world, he naturally wanted to be in line with the contemporary civilized society.

When that time came, it would be good to invite the guests on board to eat fish.

After completing the simple splitting, Duncan put most of the fish inside the wooden barrels lined with sea salt for the time being, and pushed the heavy barrels into the deep storage in the galley, and the rest of the smaller fish he was going to do later, when he was going to pickle them and dry them on the deck, so that they would turn into salted and dried fish in the sea breeze, if all went well.

It was a pity that no spirits were to be found on board, or there would have been some more means of treating the fish.

It was good to have fresh fish every day, of course, but Duncan knew that fishing was always a matter of chance, and while he’d had a good catch today, that might not always be the case in the future – there was always a need to think about what to do with the extra ingredients to preserve them.

After all, while the jerky and cheese stocked on the Lost Country showed no signs of rotting, he couldn’t be sure if it was the Lost Country itself or if there was something unusual about the jerky and cheese, and it wouldn’t be a good thing to let the fish he’d managed to catch go to waste.

Dried salted fish was at least better than the salted meat of a century ago, even if it was just a change of taste.

Duncan left the most tender, meaty-looking parts and threw them into a pot with the jerky to simmer – the jerky acted as a condiment in the process.

It was wasteful, any real cook’s blood pressure would have gone through the roof in an instant after seeing Duncan’s maneuvering, the most appropriate way to prepare these tender fish would have been to make them into chopped fish, and to a lesser extent moderately sautéed – Duncan himself knew this, but he was doing it for insurance purposes.

He did not dare to eat anything he did not know from the sea, although in theory, seafood does not carry parasites that are harmful to human beings, and he should not be afraid of ordinary poisons as a “ghost captain”, but what if it is?
In contrast, stewing was the most effective way to deal with unfamiliar ingredients.

He wanted to try this first, and if he was sure that the fish was really edible, then he would consider other methods.

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

A bowl of fish soup was served, the delicious flavor made Duncan’s appetite, but before that, he still cautiously first forked a piece of fish, after blowing cool, put it in front of the pigeon Ai.

Pigeons don’t eat meat, of course – but Aye was hardly a normal pigeon.

Duncan needed to satisfy his curiosity; there were too many things he needed to try on the Lost Country.

As for the “abnormal pigeon” ate the fish meat in case really poisoned how to do …… Duncan actually have prepared.

First of all, he has already processed the ingredients as much as possible, so letting the pigeon try is just a formality, and secondly, if Ai’s situation is really wrong, he can also use the green fire to pull it into a spiritual state in the first place – he has already tried it before, and Ai in a spiritual state has the same feedback as that of the brass compass, which is equivalent to a “spiritual body” controlled by the “spiritual fire”. He had already tried it before, and the feedback from the brass compass was the same as that from Ai in the spirit state, it was equivalent to an “object” controlled by the fire of the spirit body, and he could even disassemble and reorganize the spirit body of Ai and teleport it to a designated location by his side, in which case the ordinary toxins would definitely not take effect.

Aey tilted his head and watched Duncan’s operation, after confirming that the piece of fish was for himself, he first pecked at the tabletop next to him with the shell of his beak, and looked at Duncan as well as the ceiling with his two eyes fluttering, “Are you sure the melon is ripe?”

Duncan: “Just tell me if you’re eating it or not.”

Aye raised his wings and followed Duncan’s tone, “You just say if you eat it or not!”

Only then did it lower its head and peck quickly at the already cooled fish, and with surprising speed it eliminated the food that didn’t look like it was for pigeons no matter how you looked at it, in a matter of a few moments! After eating, Aey stretched his neck vigorously, followed by a strutting walk around the table, which seemed to become very pleasant as he circled around and then returned to Duncan and pressed loudly, “That smells good! It smells good!”

Duncan stared at the pigeon in disbelief, and a sentence suddenly appeared in his mind – this thing is now a combination of “pigeon, fragrance, and repeater”!

The three elements are complete, is simply the light of mankind (Earth), according to the form of free nine-grid row row row row, afraid that this goods can also be counted as an earthling ……

After a while, Duncan confirmed that the pigeon did not have any abnormal reaction, which completely put down his heart.

The captain of the Lost Country ship and his pet just hid in the galley and gorged themselves on food.

The fish sure smelled good, just like Duncan had seen in his dream.

……

The setting sun was edging closer to the high walls at the edge of the city, and the towering chimneys, pipes and towers of the city-state of Prand were being bathed a little in a pale golden light.

In the central area of the city, the high ground where the Storm Cathedral was located heard the loud sound of the bell ringing, accompanied by the sharp whistling of the steam rushing out of the pressure relief valve, a large white fog gushing out from the top of the towers on the flanks of the church, as if it were a cloudy haze covering the sky above the high ground, refracting the golden sunlight coming from the surface of the sea.

It was a signal that represented the turn of day and night – a reminder that the power of the sun was about to rapidly fade and that the Creation of the World was about to take over the dominant position in the sky.

The earthly order would then go from solid to shaky, and the influence of the world’s “depths” would rapidly intensify as night fell, a process that would continue until the next day’s sunrise.

During the night, the prudent will choose to stay at home, and those who have to go out will choose to stay in brightly lit places – the gas lamps, blessed by the clerics, will do their best to dispel the malice of the night.

But no matter what, this is also at least a prosperous and stable large city-state, under the shelter of the holy Storm Cathedral, even the deepest influences of the world will be suppressed under the safety threshold, the occasional anomalies in the city are just harmless minor problems, the ordinary citizens know how to safeguard the security inside their homes, and there are even the night patrols of the church guardians who take over the work of the magistrates, after nightfall to Ensuring order in the city.

But just as there are always shadows under the brightest streetlights – even under the watchful eyes of the Church’s guardians – there are always fools who yearn for darkness and subversion, who fear and hate the existing order of things, and who look forward in their fervor to some “good time” that they themselves have never seen. They fear and hate the existing order of the world, and in their fervor look forward to a “better time” that they have never seen.

Fortunately, in city-states where the forces of order prevail, these subversives spend most of their time cowering in the shadows.

At the edge of the city-state, deep in the entrance of an abandoned sewer, several figures dressed in black robes were huddled in the corner of a room.

This used to be a room for the maintenance managers of the sewers to rest for a while, but now that it has been forgotten with the changes in the city’s planning, the untended corner has become a haven for the cultists after their hasty escape – a not-so-bright oil lamp is hung on the wall, and in the shaking light, it illuminates a few gloomy, fearful and mixed with The light shook, illuminating several somber, fearful, and resentful faces.

A black-robed man in his late thirties was lying on a floor bunk made of rags, clenching his teeth, his face pale, his breath weak and confused, while the others were sitting near him, one cursing in a low voice, “Those damned church hyenas ……”

“We lost a great number of our countrymen, and the messenger died in the ritual ……” another said in a hoarse voice, “How could a sacred ritual suddenly go out of control… …”

“That sacrifice …… is obviously because of that sacrifice, he is obviously a minion of the heretics ……”

“Listen, you guys,” a black-robed man suddenly made a motion of listening with his side ears, and raised his hand again to point upwards, “It’s the sound of twilight bells and a steam whistle.”

“It’s …… almost night,” said the black-robed man who first cursed, in a low voice, and with a troubled glance at his “compatriot,” who was lying on a bunk, apparently in a very bad state. “Damn …… hope he can survive the night ……”

(End of chapter)