A copy of Plan de Notícias cost twelve pesos, the equivalent of a cheap breakfast or the cheapest dessert in the Cross Street area—you could buy the newspaper from a passing newsboy or walk a few steps to a newsstand at the end of another street.

Duncan bought a local newspaper at a newsstand with a few coins in his pocket. The owner of the newsstand was a middle-aged man who was reading. When he heard Duncan putting coins into the box, he waved his hand to signal him to take the newspaper. He didn't even raise his head throughout the whole process.

Duncan leaned over to take a look at what the other person was reading and discovered that it was an analysis article of past lottery draws, which outlined all sorts of unrealistic fantasies with colorful lines.

He looked down at the newspaper he had just bought. The headline on the front page was the news that interested him the most:

〖The respectable church defenders, led by Inquisitor Vanna Wayne, successfully destroyed a gathering place of the Sun God cult, captured a large number of believers on the spot, and rescued a number of citizens...〗

The photo of "Your Excellency the Inquisitor" was printed on one side of the news. Contrary to Duncan's expectations, it was a rather young woman with a striking scar on her left eye, but she was still a beautiful lady - she stood with her subordinates and was half a head taller than every man around them on average.

The Inquisitor wore a close-fitting, lightweight armor and a battle skirt, and also carried a two-handed sword that seemed to have come from the era of cold weapons, like a dashing female knight in the medieval style. However, behind this lady and a group of church guards, one could see a huge steam engine, and one could even see the obvious structure of a turret on the steam engine...

The painting style is wonderful and weird, contradictory yet harmonious.

Duncan's eyes rested on the photo for a long time.

The news that the cult's gathering point had been destroyed was good news for him. Without worrying about his identity being exposed, he could watch the gang of villains who performed human sacrifices being arrested without any psychological pressure. On the other hand, he was more concerned about the information revealed by this photo.

Female inquisitors who specialize in dealing with cultists, fully armed steam armored robots, and church armed forces equipped with both cold and hot weapons...

The information that was extremely difficult to obtain on the Lost Homeland could be clearly seen in civilized society with just a twelve-peso newspaper.

Just as Duncan had thought before - times had changed as the Homelander drifted blindly for a century.

Even if we don't consider it from such a superficial perspective as "who is a better fighter", the mortal civilization represented by the city-state of Pland has already developed to a... wonderful stage.

The intersection was not a good place to read a newspaper, so Duncan rolled up the newspaper and put it between his legs. He remembered that a "niece" named Nina was waiting for him at the antique shop, so he walked back.

Compared to wandering aimlessly around the city by yourself, a local who has an innate trust in you is obviously a better source of intelligence.

As for the Lost Homeland, Duncan was not worried - even when walking in the spirit world, he could still clearly sense the situation on the Lost Homeland and the state of his other body. Goat Head was steering the ship for him, and Alice seemed to be well behaved. He should be able to operate here for a while longer.

Anyway, the original crew rules of the Lost Hometown stated that "the captain will occasionally leave the ship", so it’s not a big deal for the captain to stroll around the spirit world for two days, right?

And as his spiritual walk continued, Duncan felt that he was gradually becoming more proficient in controlling this special "mental projection". Perhaps soon he would be able to try to control the activities of both sides of his body at the same time - then he would not have to worry about the situation on the ship during his spiritual walk.

At this moment, a sweet smell suddenly wafted over from the side. Duncan subconsciously stopped and looked to the side. He saw a cake shop on the street with freshly baked cakes being displayed outside.

This was the lower town of the Pland city-state, so there were naturally no high-end dessert shops. But even some of the cheapest and crudest pastries made Duncan stop.

I still had a few coins in my pocket, less than twenty pesos in total, but it was more than enough to buy a piece of cake.

After a little hesitation, he came to the cake shop and paid for a piece of the most ordinary honey cake - the packaging material used by the shop to pack the cake was some kind of rough thick paper, which felt rough to the touch.

Duncan walked towards the antique shop with the newspaper and cake, feeling inexplicably happy.

Walk down the street, talk to people, buy things, and return home.

Such a simple thing made him feel as if he was in another world - he almost savored the feeling of breathing on land, and regarded these ordinary daily routines as some kind of precious life experience.

Life on the Lost Homeland is actually not bad. Goathead is noisy but reliable, and Alice is an interesting guy, but it’s also nice to experience life on land.

Not long after, Duncan returned to the antique shop. Before pushing the door and entering the store, he looked up at the sign on the shop - the row of letters "Duncan Antique Shop" were still quietly printed on it, with an old texture that seemed to have not changed in more than ten years.

He pushed the door open and entered the store. The sound of the bell rang out, and then a burst of hurried footsteps came from the direction of the stairs.

The young girl with long brown hair ran down in a hurry, then stopped suddenly in front of the stairs. She held on to the pillar next to her and stared at Duncan with wide eyes, her expression nervous and worried.

"Uncle Duncan, where have you been?" she said quickly, "You said you were going to the door, but you disappeared in the blink of an eye... I thought you went to the bar or the casino again..."

Duncan looked at the girl in front of him with a little surprise. He could tell that she was really nervous and worried about something.

She was worried about the only relative she had left in the world who depended on her for survival - even if this relative was a drunkard, gambler, decadent and violent bastard, and was secretly involved in the bloody activities of a cultist.

An inexplicable feeling emerged faintly, but his expression did not change: "I just went out for a walk and bought some things by the way."

As he spoke, he walked towards the counter of the antique shop, preparing to put the newspaper and cake on it. Nina seemed to be relieved suddenly, and then ran upstairs, saying quickly as she ran: "Uncle, wait a moment, I'll bring breakfast down - you must not have had breakfast at this time, I cooked corn and beet soup..."

Before Duncan could say anything, Nina disappeared on the stairs, and then after a while, she walked down carefully carrying a large tray.

On the tray was a simple breakfast for two.

Duncan looked at the girl with a dull expression, watching her busying around. She skillfully cleared a space on the counter, put the food on the table, and then moved an extra chair to the side for herself...

She was extremely nimble and quick, and she seemed to be filled with a kind of joy that came from nowhere.

Duncan watched her busying around and wanted to help but found that he couldn't get a hand in at all.

He had dealt with many young people of this age, but he had hardly ever seen a child as diligent and skillful as her.

If she were on Earth, she would only be a high school student, and even here, she looks like a student.

Duncan suddenly thought that living with an "uncle" who had fallen into a cult must not be an easy thing - but this girl named Nina seemed to have completely adapted to this kind of life which could not be called happy in any way, and could still find things to support herself in life.

"Let's eat," Nina had already prepared everything. She glanced at Duncan and said as if she had said it countless times, "Dr. Albert said that if you can eat breakfast regularly and keep a good mood, it will be more effective than strong alcohol... than painkillers in the long run."

Duncan didn't say anything for a while, just looked at Nina quietly. Before the other party's expression became uneasy and nervous, he took the cake that had been placed aside, unwrapped it and placed it in front of Nina.

Nina opened her eyes wide in surprise and looked at the thing in front of her in confusion: "This is..."

"Cake, bought from the corner," Duncan said casually, "You're growing, so eat something nutritious for breakfast."

Nina was stunned. She just stared blankly at the cheap pastry in front of her. After a long time, she seemed to react and whispered to herself, "Are you really okay?"

"Of course I'm fine," Duncan said with a very natural expression, "I just suddenly remembered that I haven't bought you dessert for a long time."

"Indeed, it's been more than a year..." Nina muttered, but then she suddenly laughed and picked up the knife. "Then we'll each take half. Doctor Albert said that you also need nutritious food."

Duncan felt strange, but after a moment of silence he nodded.

"……good."