In the eyes of the owner of the "Rose Doll House", the most outstanding puppeteer in the world is a human named Lucretia Abnomer, who is the daughter of the famous "Captain Duncan".

As soon as the old lady said this, the whole store was silent for several seconds, and then Duncan's earth-shattering cough was finally heard: "Cough, cough, cough, cough..."

"Are you okay, sir?" The shop owner was immediately shocked by Duncan's reaction. Like every elf who has been dealing with short-lived races for a long time, she immediately showed an expression of worry that the human in front of her would die suddenly. "Do you need a doctor's help?"

"Cough cough... I... cough, I'm fine," Duncan finally stopped coughing, but it took him a while before he waved to the old lady in front of him - because at the same time, he had to comfort the cursed doll that was suddenly frightened by him on the Lost Homeland, "I just choked on my saliva. What did you say just now? Lucrece..."

"Lucretia Abnomer, mistress of the Brilliant Star, one of Captain Duncan's children," the shop owner said with an expression that said, "This has only happened in the last few years. Why are you humans so easily surprised?" "The world's most outstanding puppeteer..."

Duncan had just managed to catch his breath, but when he heard the old lady's words, another mouthful of saliva choked his lungs: "Poof—"

At the same time, on the deck of the Lost Home, Alice, who had just been frightened by Duncan's violent cough, was startled again by his shout of "Fuck!" The puppet lady, who was holding a large basket of vegetables and fruits, stared at the captain who was acting strangely today, "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine," Duncan took a breath, calming himself down little by little. After practicing for a while, he finally had mastered the two bodies, but now he was almost in a mess again. In order to avoid acting too weird in front of the city-state, he had to wave his hand at the puppet in front of him, "You go to the cabin first, I have something to take care of."

"Are you really okay?" Alice was still looking at this side suspiciously, Duncan's face reflected in her lavender eyes, "Do you want me to check your body, tap your back to calm you down, etc..."

"Can you?"

"No."

"Go! Go! Go!"

"oh."

Finally getting rid of the silly puppet, Duncan quickly focused his attention on the Plande city-state. He raised his eyes and looked at the slightly plump old elf lady in front of him very seriously: "That famous Captain Duncan... is the legendary Lost Homeland..."

"Shh, don't say that name casually!" The store manager quickly interrupted Duncan, "Ordinary people like you don't know that casually saying the name of such a terrible curse will bring bad luck! Be careful, or that ship will come to you in your dreams!"

"...You're right," Duncan choked, trying to suppress the strange feeling in his heart and nodded, "That captain...not only has a daughter named Lucrecia, but also a son and a daughter?"

"Yes, it happened a hundred years ago. I have seen them both. The son was named Tirian Abenomar. He later served as a general for the Frost Queen. However, it didn't take long before the Frost Queen rebelled. The boy led a group of people to become pirates. The daughter was Lucrecia Abenomar, the most outstanding puppeteer..."

The old lady kept talking, and finally paused and sighed: "But this happened many years ago, at least for humans, it's been many years... Few people in Plande mention their affairs anymore. Even in the city-state of the elves, people don't dare to discuss things related to the ship casually. But what's the big deal? The brother and sister are not crazy like their father. They are still serving as captains..."

"Wait a minute!" Duncan immediately stared, "You said they are still alive?!"

"Alive, it is said that he is cursed by the warp and is immortal," the old lady sighed, "I think he can live longer than me..."

Duncan: “…”

"Are you really okay, sir?" The old lady owner couldn't help asking again. "I noticed that your face looked a little strange from a while ago. Do you dislike this topic? That's normal. Most people don't seem to like listening to me say these things. They don't even dare to listen to them in broad daylight..."

"I dare to listen, I dare to listen." Duncan reacted immediately after hearing this. He quickly adjusted his expression and sitting posture, and stared at the shop owner in front of him with almost scorching eyes. "Can you tell me more about the brother and sister? And you just said... you have met them both?"

"A century ago," the old woman said slowly with a nostalgic tone, "At that time I opened a shop on this street, and the brother and sister came to me to buy things. Lucrecia bought a three-point doll, and Tirian paid for it. They were still young at that time, and their father... was still a normal human being. Oh, don't mention him, can't mention him.

"More than a decade later, I met Lucrecia again on my way to Lensa to exchange ideas with my colleagues. By then, she had become an outstanding puppeteer and mechanism maker... The puppets she drove with clockwork were something that even I couldn't make..."

The shop owner started talking again, telling stories that were history to most people, but were just memories to her.

It seems that regardless of their race, older people like to reminisce and chatter like this. As long as someone starts it, the topic will never end.

Duncan's turbulent emotions were still not calmed, but his expression had calmed down. He pricked up his ears to listen to every word the old woman said, taking in every word of this shocking information in his mind.

To ordinary people in the city-state, the cursed captain and his cursed children from a century ago were only a distant story. But to an elf who had lived here for centuries, many of the so-called "secrets" were just her experiences in her early years. She talked a lot about Lucretia, and also mentioned a few words about Tirion and his "Sea Mist".

However, she obviously didn't know as much about Tirian and the Sea Mist as she did about Lucretia.

"Tirion Abnomar was loyal to the Frost Queen half a century ago, which is not too far away from now. Some older humans have heard of it," the shopkeeper said casually, "but that's all they have heard of it. Decades ago, the city-states on the other side of the Frigid Sea were relatively closed, and their dealings with Plender were limited..."

Duncan felt his heart pounding. Of course he knew who the Frost Queen was. He even had a life-to-life doll of the Frost Queen jumping up and down at home. But he had never imagined that the queen who had been executed by the rebels half a century ago would establish another connection with him in this way - through an "eldest son" whose existence he had only just learned of.

"The Frost Rebellion half a century ago..." He chose his words carefully, trying to act like an ordinary guest who liked to listen to gossip. "I read about it in history books, but it wasn't written clearly..."

"That matter was never clear," the shop owner waved his hand. "It is said to be related to 'that ship'. Who dares to record it clearly?"

"Tirion Abnomar led his team to become pirates after the Frost Rebellion?" Duncan asked again, "Is he still active in the Frigid Sea?"

"It seems so," the shop owner recalled. "At least that's what I heard from a compatriot who was doing business at sea more than 20 years ago."

"So...are the siblings Tirian and Lucretia still in touch?"

"How would I know that?" The shop owner waved her hand. "I'm just an ordinary old lady who runs a shop on Plande Street. At most, I met them once in my early years, and I just happened to remember a little more than you humans. How could I know everything?"

“That’s… true.”

Duncan smacked his lips, realizing that his concern about the matter seemed a bit excessive, so he wisely did not ask any further questions.

The old lady opposite him seemed to suddenly remember something and stood up from behind the counter. "Oh, by the way, speaking of Lucrezia, I suddenly remembered something that has been here for many years. I wonder if you are interested in it?"

As he spoke, the shop owner walked towards a low door at the corner of the stairs, opened the door, and rummaged through the storage room inside. After fiddling with it for an unknown amount of time, he finally found a box more than half a meter long from the deepest part of the storage room and put it on the counter.

"This is..." Duncan looked at what the other party took out in confusion.

"A doll," the old woman smiled kindly and carefully opened the lid of the box. "Her name is Nello - remember what I just said? Many years ago, Lucrecia and her brother bought a doll from my shop, but the doll was actually one of a pair of sisters. The one she took away was the elder sister, named 'Lu Ni', and the one left here is called 'Nello'."