The bright sunlight outside the cabin slightly dispelled a little of the gloom in Nikita's heart. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

On deck, Harry in beach pants was hoarsing the sails, the blonde youth pulling the rope for him, and the stout man hanging back onto the mast.

"The captain said he was going to the north. The banshee shouted to the busy two.

"See!" Harry gestured to the green wind lamp at the stern. Nikita remembered that when she boarded the ship before, the lamp was still shining brightly, but now the light was gone.

"Did the captain let you pass the word on the boat?" the blonde young man dragged the thick cable and swung in front of the banshee, squinting his blood-red eyes and speaking in a somewhat ill-intentioned tone.

Nikita looked at him cautiously and did not speak.

"My name is Ryan, boatswain. The blonde youth pointed to his nose and threatened, "Since you are on the boat, you must listen to my orders." ”

"Are you a boatswain, then I'm a co-captain!" Harry cried out angrily, standing on the mast overhead, "who has ever seen a boatswain who can't even catch a fish!"

"Moreover, beauties do not need to obey anyone's orders. Turning his head, Harry's face was full of happiness, and he diligently brought the banshee's own chaise longue: "The beauty just needs to lie here and watch the scenery." ”

Ryan snorted mockingly, pulling Lady Duoduo from Harry's pocket behind him, sneering.

Nikita did not sit down.

She looked at the two living treasures in front of her, and suddenly lost a little confidence in this legendary black ship.

"How many crew members are on board?" she asked, interrupting the two men who were torn apart.

"With the addition of these two stinky boys, there are a total of one hundred and thirteen senior crew members above the True Demon level, not including the consumables of the Deep Sea War Beasts, Elven Servants, Alchemy Puppets, and the Fast-Growing Demon Legion. Behind him, a dark voice replied in a gruff voice.

Nikita was taken aback. She quickly turned around and saw a one-legged lame old man standing behind her, carrying a extinguished gas death lamp.

The one who can appear behind him quietly is at least a big demon.

Nikita bowed her head respectfully.

"Harry, have you finished your sails! And Ryan! If any more cables come to me and complain that you are dragging them around, I will hang you upside down under Arnold's ass!" the one-legged old man yelled at the blonde young man, pointing at the strong man hanging from the mast.

Nikita saw that on the old man's shoulders, several gray-white cables were wrapped around his neck, and he was shaking the end of the rope weakly.

Harry and Ryan didn't say a word, and quickly disappeared in front of the old man.

"As for you, pretty little fellow, what do you think you can do!" the old man turned his face, revealing two black holes. Two dark red lights flickered in his eyes, and he looked at the banshee in front of him.

"I know how to cook. Nikita replied quickly.

"Then go ahead! there is indeed a cook on board. The old man snorted sullenly, stomped his foot, and disappeared from the deck.

The banshee opened her kun bag, took stock of it, and sighed.

She looked up. Harry was standing on the tallest mast looking into the distance, his pink shirt looking blurry and distorted in the afterglow of the setting sun like a melted candle. Blonde Ryan was beside the side of the ship, directing the neatly rolled cables into the dry cabin, and beside him, several black, thin, white-eyed elves were dragging wooden brushes and basins of water, struggling to clean the floor.

"Where is the kitchen. The banshee shouted to Ryan.

"In the cabin, you can find it yourself by following the scent of blood. ”

"Why does he keep hanging on it!" the banshee pointed to the strong man hanging from the mast, "Do you need to cook for him?"

"You don't have to do it for him. Ryan chewed on his cigarette and didn't look back: "He's being punished, and according to the rules of the ship, he needs to hang for a month." Originally, there would have been enough time after the sun went down today, but he broke the rules when you came just now, and now he needs to hang for an extra week. ”

"What are we going north for?" the banshee felt that her mind was full of questions.

"If you call me 'senior' respectfully, I will consider being merciful to tell you. Ryan finally turned his head and looked at the banshee with an angry expression: "Before you, the crew started by painting the floor, but you can go directly to the kitchen!

The banshee tilted her head, looked at the inexplicable young man, blinked, and finally went into the cabin to find the galley.

For the wild demons, blood food is an incomparable delicacy, and there is no stimulation of blood in the meal, just as there is no salt in the food of mortals, it is tasteless. And for high-level demons, the demand will naturally be higher.

Nikita says she's good at cooking, and she's not just talking about it. In her early childhood, she knew how to simply process the food she had obtained from the Silent Forest. Until the first day of her possession, when Sir Ulrich discovered her outstanding talent, she was responsible for feeding her teacher, as well as the group of brothers and sisters who had gone from wild to demon.

So she can easily take out the teacher's treasured aged wine from her kun bag, and she can also turn out a lot of suitable seasonings from it.

Since it was an afternoon tea, there were naturally not too many things, and it only took a short time for the banshee to prepare.

There was a small snack for each person, as well as a drink. The dim sum was a piece of hind leg meat poured with a layer of yellow broth, the flesh was a little blackened, and it was impossible to see what it was, and it was cushioned with a thin layer of red jelly-like stuff on a wooden plate. The drink looked delicious, green, like the green bees that wizards drink.

The food of demons is blood. As a witch who retains a lot of aesthetic abilities, Nikita can't tolerate the rough aesthetic of demons. Unfortunately, in the kitchen of the Mist, she was desperate to find that all the kitchen utensils were only a knife, an anvil, and a pot.

"We need to stock up on some more ingredients and have the right utensils. While bringing afternoon tea to the captain's room, Nikita proposed.

The captain pouted, no objection.

On deck, the two hard-working crew members were ready to go. The heavy anchors that had sunk into the deep sea had been lifted, and the sails on the masts had been retracted, rolled up, and hung there neatly.

"It's a good job, but the number of portions is wrong. The one-legged old boatman stared at his black eyes and nodded.

Nikita frowned and counted his snacks again, one hundred and thirteen, nothing wrong. She looked up and looked blankly at the old boatman.

"It is true that there are one hundred and thirteen officers registered on board, but that doesn't mean they are all on board now. Harry's mouth was filled with small snacks, and the urn explained angrily, "Most of them have gone to the New World, and now there are only six people on board combined. ”

The captain, the old boatman, Harry the flower pants, the blonde young Ryan, the strong man Arnold, and himself!

Nikita propped her dizzy head, the legendary black ship had completely sunk in her heart.