MTL - Deep Sea Embers-Chapter 36 day and night time

Cooking such a huge fish for lunch is no easy task.

It's not just a technical job, it's even a manual job.

Fortunately, the dual driving force of fishing old sense of mission and enthusiasm for improving food drives Duncan, allowing him to deal with the big fish caught today with full motivation.

After working in the kitchen for a long time, he finally successfully removed the bone spurs on the head of the ugly fish, and stumblingly cut its plump body into several pieces. It was temporarily thrown aside by him, but the fish belly and fish back had some good meaty parts, which were very suitable for the ingredients on the Lost Homes.

It might seem odd that Captain Dignified himself was working in the galley, but Duncan enjoyed it—just wondered how ordinary people who were terrified of Homeless would have reacted to this scene, they would have been horrified The ghost captain also has such a simple and life-like side, or is it the first to admire Duncan's excellent fishing skills?

In the process of dividing the meat of the strange fish into several pieces, Duncan suddenly thought of this question. He couldn't help laughing in a good mood, thinking that maybe one day in the future, he would kindly invite some people to come to the boat as guests - The Lost Homeland will not always be synonymous with disaster, and he himself does not intend to be a cold-blooded and ruthless ghost captain. After he has a better understanding of the world, he naturally wants to be in line with the contemporary civilized society.

At that time, the guests on board will be invited to eat fish.

After completing the simple division, Duncan temporarily put most of the fish into the wooden bucket covered with sea salt, and then pushed the heavy wooden bucket into the warehouse deep in the kitchen. The remaining smaller fish he plans to return later. To do the processing, when the time comes to pickle them and dry them on the deck, if all goes well, they will turn into salted dried fish in the sea breeze.

It's a pity that no spirits were found on the boat, otherwise there would be more ways to deal with the fish.

It's good to have fresh fish every day, but Duncan knows that fishing is always a matter of chance. He has a good harvest today, but it may not always be the same in the future - he has to think about how to deal with the surplus ingredients.

After all, although there was no sign of spoilage in the jerky and cheese stocked on the Lost Country, he couldn't determine whether it was something special about the Lost or whether the "jerky" and "cheese" were unusual, and the fish that had been caught with great difficulty. It's not a good thing to let it go.

Dried salted fish is at least better than the salted meat of a century ago, even if it's a change of mouth.

Duncan left the most tender, meaty-looking parts and tossed them into the pot to simmer along with the jerky—which served as a condiment in the process.

This is a wasteful practice. Any real chef will instantly burst his blood pressure after seeing Duncan's operation. The most suitable method for these tender fish is to make fish paste, followed by moderate roasting - Duncan himself. Knowing this, but he did it just to be on the safe side.

He doesn't dare to eat the unfamiliar things caught from the sea, although it is theoretically possible that Shanghai fish will not carry parasites that are harmful to the human body, and he, the "ghost captain", should not be afraid of ordinary people. poison, but what if?

In contrast, stewing is the most effective processing option for unfamiliar ingredients.

He has to try this first, and if he confirms that the fish is really edible, he will consider other methods.

When it was almost half-afternoon, his belated "lunch" was finally completed.

A bowl of fish soup was served, and the delicious taste made Duncan's appetite widen, but before that, he cautiously forked a piece of fish and put it in front of the pigeon Ai Yin after blowing it to cool.

Pigeons of course don't eat meat - but Ai Yin is hardly a normal pigeon.

Duncan needs to satisfy his curiosity, there are so many things he needs to try on the Lost Country.

As for what to do if this "abnormal pigeon" is really poisoned after eating the fish... Duncan is actually prepared.

First of all, he has already processed the ingredients as much as possible, and letting the pigeons try is just a pass. Second, if Ai Yin's situation is really wrong, he can also use the green fire to pull it into the spirit state at the first time. - He has tried it before. Ai Yin in the state of the spirit body is the same as the feedback returned by the brass compass, which is equivalent to an "item" controlled by the fire of the spirit body. He can even decompose the spirit body Ai Yin. Reorganized and teleported to the designated location around him, in this case, the ordinary poison will definitely not take effect.

Ai Yin tilted his head and watched Duncan's operation. After confirming that the piece of fish was for himself, he first pecked the table next to him with his mouth and shell, and looked at Duncan and the ceiling with his eyes erratically: "You melon Are you ready?"

Duncan: "Just say whether you eat it or not."

Ai Yin raised his wings and imitated Duncan's tone: "Just say whether you want to eat it or not!"

Then it lowered its head and quickly pecked at the fish that had cooled down. At an astonishing speed, it wiped out the food that no matter how it looked like it was for pigeons!

After eating, Ai Yin stretched his neck vigorously, and then walked arrogantly on the table. It seemed to become very pleasant, and after a circle, he returned to Duncan and shouted: "It's really fragrant! It's fragrant!"

Duncan stared at the pigeon in a stunned manner, and a sigh suddenly popped up in his mind - this product is now a combination of "pigeon, real incense, and repeater"!

The three major elements are complete, it is simply the light of human beings (the earth), according to the form, the nine-square grid is free to draw and draw, I am afraid that it can be regarded as a person from the earth without this...

After a while, Duncan confirmed that the pigeon did not have any abnormal reaction, and then he was completely relieved.

The Captain of the Homeless and his pets just hid in the galley and slurped their food.

The fish was really fragrant, just like what Duncan had seen in his dream.

…

The setting sun was gradually approaching the high walls on the edge of the city, and the towering chimneys, pipes and towers of the Prand city-state were bathed in a golden light.

In the center of the city, on the high ground where the Cathedral of Storms was located, there was a loud sound of the bell ringing, and accompanied by the sharp whistling of steam rushing out of the pressure relief valve, a large white mist spewed out from the top of the tower flanking the church, like clouds. The sky above the highlands shrouded, reflecting the golden sunlight from the sea.

This is a sign of day and night—a reminder that the power of the sun is about to fade quickly and the creation of the world is about to dominate the sky.

The order of the world will then go from firm to shaken, and the influence from the "deep" world will rapidly intensify as night falls, a process that will continue until the sun rises the next day.

At night, prudent people will choose to stay at home, and those who have to go out should also choose to stay in brightly lit places as much as possible - the gas lamps blessed by the clergy can dispel the malice in the night to the greatest extent possible. .

But in any case, this is at least a prosperous and stable big city-state. Under the protection of the Holy Storm Cathedral, even the deepest influence of the world will be suppressed under the critical point of safety. The occasional abnormal phenomenon in the city It's just an innocuous little issue. Ordinary citizens know how to ensure the safety of their homes, and the church guards who patrol at night take over the work of the sheriff to ensure the order of the city after dark.

But just like no matter how bright the street lights are, there are always shadows that cannot be illuminated - even under the eyes of the guardians of the church, there are always fools who yearn for darkness and subversion, who fear and hate the existing order in the world , and frantically look forward to some "beautiful era" that they themselves have never seen.

Fortunately, in a city-state where the forces of order dominate, these subversives spend most of their time huddled in the shadows.

On the edge of the city-state, deep in the entrance of an abandoned sewer, several figures in black robes were curling up in the corner of the room.

This used to be a temporary rest room for the maintenance and management personnel of the sewer, but now it has been forgotten due to changes in urban planning, and the unattended corner has become a safe haven for cultists after fleeing in a hurry - a not so good Bright oil lamps were hung on the wall, and the lights flickered, illuminating several gloomy, fearful and resentful faces.

A black-robed man in his mid-thirties was lying on a floor made of rags, clenching his teeth, his face was pale, his breath was weak and confused, and the others were sitting near him, and someone cursed in a low voice: "Those damned Church Hyenas..."

"We lost a large number of our compatriots, and the messenger also died in the ceremony..." Another said in a hoarse voice, "How can the sacred ceremony suddenly get out of control..."

"That sacrifice... Apparently because of that sacrifice, he's obviously a heretic minion..."

"Listen," a man in black robe suddenly listened, raised his finger and pointed upwards, "it's the sound of the twilight bell and the whistle."

"...it's going to be night," said the man in black robe who was the first to curse in a low voice, and looked uncomfortably at the "compatriot" who was lying on the floor, who was obviously in a very bad state, "Damn...hope he can get through it. Tonight..."