Chapter 512 – Food Culture of Elves

Chapter 512 – Elven Food Culture

The door to the captain’s room opened and Duncan stepped into the room, the goat head that was taking over the navigation of the Lost Country immediately reacted and turned its head this way with a squeak.

“Duncan Abnomar, I’m answering early.” Duncan volunteered before the fellow could open his mouth, then walked straight to the liquor cabinet in a corner of the room and casually poured himself a small glass of spirits and drank it down.

The spicy, stimulating taste seared the nerves, and the powerful drink seemed to actually have a soothing effect, and Duncan exhaled softly, feeling a little calmer, before turning to the charts and looking at the shipping lanes on them that were stretching ever further to the south.

The goat head’s head slowly rotated along with Duncan’s footsteps, as if it was cautiously observing the captain’s every move, and it was only after a long time that it finally hesitantly broke the silence: ”Captain, you don’t look like you’re in a very good mood …… Do you need me to tell you a couple of cold jokes? I’m better at elf style cold jokes, many people think that this race is unsmiling, but in reality they have a special sense of humor, such as ……”

“Not relevant to the mood, and I don’t want to hear cold jokes.” Duncan waved his hand, but he knew that Goathead was genuinely trying to help regulate himself, so he didn’t say anything more, just sat down quietly, as if studying the lines and waypoints expanding out from the charts with his full attention.

His thoughts, however, inevitably escaped.

In the end, he got no more answers in that bachelor apartment of his – the computer, which had fallen into an odd state, no longer responded to any of his subsequent inputs, maintaining its usual reticence, as if the picture of the moon that had suddenly loaded up earlier had been merely a hallucination of his own making.

But even without more answers, Duncan had realized that he had really touched that very crucial …… part.

The “moon” of his hometown world, appeared in this weird and twisted world, even if it is only a “model”, a picture, or even a concept, it is enough to explain one thing:
The “two worlds” that he had thought to be isolated from each other were not as “clear-cut” as he had imagined.

But no one could share these secrets with him, no one could analyze this matter with him, including Alice, who trusted him unconditionally, and also the seemingly loyal goat-head on the table.

Duncan exhaled softly and lifted his eyes to see the goathead still gazing at him in silence, the obsidian-studded orbs seeming to glow with deep, dark shadows.

“Captain, you can always count on your first mate.” It spoke very seriously.

“I know, but not all problems you can help with,” Duncan shook his head gently, but this time, his expression was a little milder, “You have a heart, but let’s discuss the journey – We are about to travel to the elven city-states to the south, do you know anything about the race of ‘elves’?”

“I remember them ……” Goathead immediately spoke, as if there were some words that had been brewing in his mind for a long time, but just as he finished speaking, he got a bit stuck, and hesitated for half a day before he continued, “Ah, well, I don’t have a lot of contact with them, but I do know that the elves as a race don’t know much about them. I don’t have a lot of contact with them, but I know that the elves as a race have great talent in the fields of math and mechanics, as well as a unique historical heritage and some weird beliefs and customs, but more than that, what the elves are more known for is their marvelous understanding of ‘food’… …”

“Understanding of ‘cuisine’?” Duncan frowned, “That seems rather profound?”

“Elves’ taste buds are different from other races, so they always do some drastic local remodeling of the foreign diets that spread to their city-states,” the goat-head said rather euphemistically, “That’s why I was trying to warn Ms. Nina before, hoping that she wouldn’t have too high expectations for the sweet pancakes from Port Lightwind. The …… expectations of the sweet pancakes of Light Wind Harbor. While the world says that Lightwind Harbor brings together the specialties of the various city-states of the civilized world – they don’t say how the elves mix those foods.”

Duncan: “?”

“In short, the elves stuff sweet pancakes with chili peppers and aged cheeses fermented to the point where they start to bubble – ultimately mixing up a soul-stirring flavor. Though personally, I think it’s still pretty creative, and at least it’s a lot more normal than honeyed pork sausage and sour and spicy goat’s eye pie.”

Duncan listened expressionlessly for a long time before speaking slowly, “Looks like Nina is going to be disappointed with the rest of her trip to the South ……”

……

Lucrecia sat in Taran El’s research room and watched as the famous elf scholar across the table flipped quickly through the mountain of information on the table while expressionlessly shoving the omelette into her mouth and wolfing it down.

The amazing flavor emitted by the omelette constantly provoked the nerves of the “Witch of the Sea”.

It was a traditional elven convenience food, the main ingredients of which were pastry, eggs, fermented cheese, and a kind of fungus called “Black Finger Mushroom”, which smelled and tasted like badly rotted wood, and the marinated “Black Finger Mushroom” was even more horrible, like an old rag. The pickled “Black Finger Mushroom” had the horrible taste and smell of old rags – and for Lucrecia, it was not food in general. But it was Master Taran El’s favorite, not only because it suited the elf’s tastes, but also because it was easy to eat – a great scholar who was not afraid of sudden death could eat a meal with it in three minutes, and three times a day to satisfy his basic nutritional needs, and the time he saved could be devoted to endless research and battles with doctors. doctors.

“Oh, found it – I told you it had to be here ……”

Taran El finally stuffed the last bite of his omelet into his mouth, slurring his words as he struggled to swallow, while carefully pulling some of the bound materials out of the crumbling mountain, which wobbled and threatened to topple over, but eventually re-balanced itself in an even more thrilling position than it had been before. but finally regained its equilibrium in a more alarming position than before.

“Here you are, Ms. Lucrecia, the information you asked for about the ancient kingdom of Crete and the vision of
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Associated – if you had come to ask me for it yesterday, I’m sure I would have found it in a flash, before it was stuffed into this ‘mountain’ of mine …… “

Lucrecia reached out to take the volume, and at the same time couldn’t help but glance at the elven scholar across from her – age-wise, Taran El was in the “golden age” of an elf, he was just entering middle age, and with a bit of tending, he would undoubtedly be a He had just entered middle age, and with a little bit of work, he would undoubtedly become an elegant scholar who would charm thousands of young girls, however, his work habit of being too sleepy and forgetting about food and drink had completely destroyed all of this.

For the most part (like now), the Master Elf is portrayed with huge bags and dark circles under his eyes, disheveled hair that falls out every day (it used to be blonde, but now it’s closer to yellowed hay in texture and color), and a terrible complexion.

More than once Lucrecia had feared that the great scholar would die suddenly in front of her, but fortunately or incredibly, Mr. Taran-El was still tenaciously alive today.

“I would very, very much recommend that you pay attention to your health, as well as develop normal eating and living habits a little,” the “Witch of the Sea” sighed, and couldn’t help but say as she casually flipped through the booklet in her hand, “Even if it’s for the sake of having a chance to live, I’d like to see you do it. “Even for the sake of having a longer lifespan for research, you should pay attention to your body.”

“I pay attention to it,” Taran-El said casually, but then made a rigorous correction, “I mean, at least more than before – but special standards for special times, Ms. Lucrecia, you should know that from the VISIONS

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The shard that came off of it means something to the civilized world, and we have to figure out its secrets, and the sooner the better ……”

“But now it’s clear that we’ve hit a bottleneck, and until a new breakthrough comes along, your ‘scrapping’ is more like a useless endeavor,” Lucrecia raised her eyelids, “Unless we can find a Cretan Ancient Kingdom, or find a book that directly explains the visionary

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‘instruction manual’ that directly explains the process of the birth of the Vision, I’d still recommend that you take the next few days off.”

Taran-El waved his hand somewhat annoyed, as if he wanted to say something defensive but couldn’t find any rebuttal, but after a few seconds of annoyed silence, he suddenly thought of something else and raised his head with a hint of hesitation and said, “Ms. Lucrecia, as far as I know …… your father is coming to up and is coming for that ‘falling object’?”

“Yes, he left immediately after hearing about the ‘heavenly object’, and seems to be taking this matter extremely seriously,” Lucrecia said, with a somewhat twisted expression on her face, “I was completely unprepared for this –“I wasn’t prepared for it at all,” Lucrecia said, with a slightly awkward expression on her face, “In fact, I’m still not mentally prepared. But why do you bring this up so suddenly?”

“Your father moved to come immediately after learning of the ‘fallen object’, so obviously he knows something about it, Ms. Lucrecia, do you think …… he could be the ‘ breakthrough’? Perhaps he knows what the stone sphere at the center of the glowing geometry is, or perhaps he knows about the ancient kingdom of Crete and the visionary

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The exact connection between it and even ……”

“Master Taran El,” Lucrecia interrupted the elven scholar, “you may be misunderstanding something, my father is an accomplished explorer, he is interested in, perhaps, only the ‘curiosity’ itself, and please do not forget that he had spent a century in subspace, even my elder brother and I have to be extra cautious when contacting our father, your attitude at the moment is a little too …… optimistic and bold.”

Taran-El smiled, “Ah, so which behavior do you think has a slightly higher mortality rate, an unhealthy lifestyle or bold contact with your father?”

The corner of Lucrecia’s eye twitched and she opened her mouth as if she wanted to say something, yet just then a sudden clamor and exclamation from the window interrupted what she wanted to say.

“The sun! The sun is out!”

(End of chapter)