Deep Sea Embers

Chapter 160 Who is not persecuting whom?
After the arrival of the deep-sea age, humans are not the only intelligent races that have survived from the old world and established city-state civilizations—in addition to humans, there are also three races of Jipulo, Senjin, and elves living in this world. developing their own civilizations.

This is the knowledge written in Nina's textbook. Duncan has known it for a long time, and he has been very interested in these "alien races" mentioned in the textbook since a long time ago, especially the elves-this always appears In all kinds of fantasy stories, the race surrounded by a mysterious aura actually lived in this world, which once made him full of curiosity.

The illustration in Nina's textbook once described the appearance of elves to Duncan. The illustration was the same as the elves in his impression, with long pointed ears, slender figure, and beautiful appearance, so beautiful that it was almost indistinguishable.

This directly allowed him to establish an initial impression of the "elf" in this world: a long-lived species with a lifespan of up to a thousand years, a generally high-value appearance, elegant and mysterious.

And in his rough initial impression, he didn't seem to have outlined the aging appearance of elves with a lifespan of a thousand years... He didn't even think that this race would have the same appearance changes after aging as humans.

But now he knows that his knowledge of the "elves" in this world is too superficial.

The owner of this "Rose Figure House" is an elf, a chubby old elf woman with a kind smile—except for the iconic pointed ears, green pupils, and faintly recognizable brows and eyes, the beauty of her youth Besides, she looked just like an ordinary old lady next door.

It is impolite to stare at other people.

Duncan reacted quickly, quickly withdrew his overly curious and prying gaze, and touched his chin in embarrassment: "This is the first time I have seen an elf."

He wasn't worried about what his "ignorance" would reveal, because there were indeed very few elves in the city-state of Pland.

All major races have their own city-states, and due to the inconvenient transportation in the deep-sea era, most civilians rarely leave their homeland in their lives. Only brave ocean explorers and caravans shuttle between the city-states, and they are just passers-by. They will not settle down in city-states of different races—this is the case in all major city-states, and more than 90.00% of the residents are "main ethnic groups".

A person who lives in his own city-state and doesn't go out very much may never see the "foreigner" who lives on the other side of the city in his whole life.

"It's normal," the old elf lady laughed. "I'm afraid there are no more than a hundred elves in this city, and the dozen or so who have been studying in the Institute of Mathematics for 200 years are not counted." Squatting at home when you go out—is there anything I can do to help?"

Hearing the reminder from the old woman, Duncan finally realized his original purpose. He glanced back at the dolls crowded in the window, counter and stair space, and said while thinking: "I want to buy some dolls. Things, and if possible, I would like to ask some questions related to dolls... but I am picky when I come in."

"Oh, it looks like you are a 'novice'," the old woman nodded, "Is it a female doll? Is it your own collection, or..."

"Female, I 'collect' it myself," Duncan replied casually, but just after he finished speaking, he felt something strange, and the corner of his mouth trembled subconsciously, "Is this hobby not strange?"

In the end, it was fine if he didn't ask, but it felt even weirder when he asked...

"Of course it's not surprising. Collecting and taking care of dolls is a tasteful hobby." The old woman didn't respond, probably because of the knowledgeable surplus accumulated from running an old store for hundreds of years. "You want to give yourself Do you want to buy some clothing or accessories for your doll?"

Duncan thought for a while: "Let's get a wig first..."

"Here," the old woman led Duncan to a corner of the store, and asked at the same time, "What is the size of the doll? Four points? Three points?"

Duncan: "...as big as a real person."

The old woman's footsteps paused unconsciously, and she turned her head: "This... is rare. A doll the size of a real person? Is it worth a lot?"

"...Actually, I'm not sure how much she's 'worth'," Duncan tried to keep a straight face while enduring the awkward feeling in his heart, "It was given by someone else..."

"Then it seems that you have a friend who spends a lot of money," the old woman smiled, and opened a wooden box near the circular counter as she spoke, and placed the contents on the counter next to it, "Large-sized people Even rarer ones, even fewer matching items, it’s all here—wigs, hair accessories.”

Duncan coughed twice, and leaned over while muttering: "I don't know if he is rich or not, but he is a captain anyway... This matter is quite complicated."

His eyes fell on the things the old woman had brought out.

Exquisite workmanship and proper care, it is obvious that a lot of effort has been devoted to the maker.

He carefully selected, while imagining what Alice would look like wearing these things in his mind, and then he couldn't think about it halfway.

... The elegant, beautiful and mysterious cursed doll will one day become bald and have to live on a wig.

Fortunately, this is what he came up with.

But soon Duncan's heart changed, and since the persecution had begun, he chose the one that was pleasing to the eye...

A gorgeous blonde wig with matching silver hair accessories.

Yes, silver hair accessories——as a luxury that only the upper class are entitled to touch, the things that go with the doll are really not cheap at all!
Looking at the wig set in front of him, Duncan couldn't help but imagine how Alice would react after receiving these things... That fool may cry, or turn around and run away, just like everyone who faces fate when it comes to hair volume Like other people, this requires a little psychological adaptation process, but no matter how Alice reacts at that time, anyway, he himself has begun to feel happy now.

And in the process of choosing things, he said casually: "By the way, can I inquire about the maintenance of dolls?"

"Of course." The old woman smiled kindly, "Dolls need to be taken care of."

"That's... what should I do if the joints of the puppet are often loose?" Duncan gestured while organizing his words, "The main part is the place where the neck connects to the head, the spherical joint, loose for some reason, and the head always falls off."

"The wear and deformation of the ball head and bowl will lead to loose joints - if it is not due to neglect or violence in the later stage, then the original design or material is not up to standard," the old woman said immediately, "If it has reached the point where it often falls At the point where it is down, ordinary repairs will have no effect, and you can consider replacing the joint directly."

Speaking of which, she thought for a while, and added: "However, it is not easy to replace the joints of a large doll. You may not be able to do it yourself. You can bring the doll here, and I can also help replace it here-only the cost of parts. "

Duncan thought about it after listening, and felt that this was not very reliable.

Alice's "guillotine" ability is secondary, the main reason is that abnormality 099 is not an ordinary doll!Are her joints replaceable?
At that time, when I told her that she was going to be operated on in the city-state, she had to remove the whole neck and replace it with a new one, and she might turn around and run away...

So Duncan brushed off the topic, and then inquired about the technique of hair transplantation for dolls...

The old lady of the shop owner patiently explained a lot of things to him, and after explaining, she added: "... Listen to what you mean, your doll has its own hair. If this kind of doll has hair transplanted later, Unless the creator does it himself, it is difficult to achieve the most perfect state, and you just said that her head joints have problems, I suggest that you directly re-customize a head sculpt..."

Duncan: "..."

The old lady who is the owner is quite enthusiastic: "Your reaction shows that you don't want it? Please rest assured that our craftsmanship has always been very good. We have never disappointed customers for hundreds of years. None of the old customers have complained..."

Duncan said in his heart that the old lady's "old client" might not even be able to find his bones now, so there was no one who could complain, but he definitely couldn't say this, so he could only smile awkwardly and find an excuse to excuse it : "That's not true, the main thing is... If the head is changed, then she is not her, right?"

He just said it casually, but he didn't expect that the old lady's eyes lit up immediately, and even her smile became more sincere than before: "Ah, your idea is really not simple, many people only treat dolls as objects, even if they like it , and there are very few people who think like you."

Duncan was a little embarrassed all of a sudden: "Ahem, I'm a little embarrassed to say that..."

"I'm telling the truth," the old lady sighed, "Puppets need to be taken care of carefully. When they are given a human form, they should no longer be treated as dead objects. Among the puppeteers There is such a saying—dolls that are treated with care have their own souls, and you should even think that they have their own emotions..."

Alice's harmless "hehe" suddenly appeared in Duncan's mind, and he nodded again and again: "You are right, you are right."

(End of this chapter)