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The crisp bell rang with the opening of the door, and the afternoon sun shone into the old store that was almost occupied by all kinds of dolls. When he looked up, he saw a tall, dark-haired man with a one-eyed eyepatch walking into the store.
The elf old woman looked at this “customer” who didn’t look like she was going to buy a doll in the store with some doubts, but she still greeted with a smile after a while—she didn’t recognize the tall man in front of her after all. My one-eyed man is the one who brought his younger sister to buy things in his store a century ago: “Ah, welcome to the Rose Doll Hall, just take a look.”
Then she paused and said casually, “It’s not common to see guests like you.”
Tirion’s eyes flicked slowly around.
All kinds of dolls, shelves with a sense of age and carved stairs, a warm and calm atmosphere, and the smiling old lady.
The yellowed fragments in the memory gradually joined together, turning into a familiar picture, which gradually overlapped with the scene in front of me.
It is indeed here, Lucrezia is pointing the right way.
The elf shopkeeper didn’t recognize him, which is normal—compared to a century ago, he has changed too much.
Tirion adjusted his expression a little, trying to make his face look softer – half a century of wandering and plundering on the cold sea has turned him into a hard-faced person, he knows I have always been haunted by a special uncomfortable feeling, and this temperament has obviously not affected the kind old woman who is the shop owner. The other party is smiling and greeting, but there is doubt and a little vigilance in her eyes. .
“I want to inquire about something,” Tirian didn’t know whether his expression adjustment was in place, he still couldn’t quite recall what kind of expression and tone he should use to speak when he walked into the store like those people, “You Has a doll named Nilu been sold here?”
“…It was the first time he saw someone who would wear his arrest warrant as a proof document, and he was also a great pirate,” the old elf lady’s expression finally became normal, and he folded the arrest warrant He went back and muttered, “I heard the news that the Sea Mist is calling at the port, and I thought I would go to the port to see what’s going on when I have time, but I didn’t expect you to come here first. Is your sister okay?”
The owner of the elf store was stunned for a moment, and said with some uncertainty: “Indeed… there was such a doll in the store for many years, and it was bought by someone a while ago, but why did you inquire about this doll?” something?”
Tirion was dumbfounded: “…wig? What kind of wig?”
“He…has a better life than you,” said Tirian, and then he glanced at the good old man opposite him with a strange expression, “I thought you would be afraid, most people see you I have always had this reaction afterwards—even if it is outside the hot sea.”
After a long time, the old elf woman controlled her expression, looked up at Tirian, and said in a strange tone: “It’s really you.”
I thought about it for a while, and added two more sentences: “An eight-point doll, about as tall as it is—a classical court style, with a very gorgeous skirt.”
Could it be… Father’s subordinate? !
The appearance of this man…is exactly the same as that of Frost King Xiao Nora from half a century ago! Then, without waiting for the old lady to respond, he started the topic neatly, and dragged the topic back abruptly: “Can you tell you now, who bought this doll?”
Tirion twitched the corner of his mouth: “The bounty… is really a lot, but it’s just a formality. They add a zero to the end every seven or eight years, and no one will accept the reward anyway.”
Tirion reacted at first, but before I saw the man’s face clearly, I froze in place like a lightning strike.
“The golden hair is long and straight, and the size is one to one. I am quite impressed.” The old lady of the shop owner said to take a look, and suddenly remembered something, “By the way, I have a similar one here, look Do you want to see it?”
“What did you say… I had a very unusual chat,” the old lady of the store owner recalled, “I feel like this is a customer who hates dolls, and he cares about dolls very much
Repair and maintenance, I learned a lot from me, oh yes, he also bought a wig and matching hair accessories, which seems to be for his doll. “
The old elf lady listened suspiciously and took a piece of paper handed over by the other party. When she opened it, a big head portrait was printed on the paper. The official imprint of…
Tirian seemed to have noticed something wrong with this, and smiled awkwardly: “It’s me.”