Sunlight is fleeting.

Outside the cabin, a gray-white mist soon filled the air, drowning out the warmth.

Nikita's eyes, slightly bewildered in the sunlight, regained their serenity, and shimmered a strange red again.

"It's foggy. ”

She muttered, pushed away the chair beneath her, and stood.

Every fog is a long voyage.

Nikita remembers a long time ago, on the day she first boarded the Mist, it was also foggy. On that day, she followed the captain and walked far on the calm sea, where she met three other legendary captains.

Captain of the Vortex, Poseidon, and Iceberg.

Since that day, she has rarely had the opportunity to disembark again.

The fog rose and fell, and the banshee watched the Mist sail through the blue, red, black, and even starlit voids through the tiny cabin window, and she watched the outside world change from ferns to deciduous forests, from dead glaciers to even more dead stars, and she watched the fighters on the Mist come and go on the ship, the legendary demons prostrate at the captain's feet.

But from beginning to end, she could only watch with envy.

Because she was just a cook on the Mist, and it had been on the ship for less than a year. The old crew once told her that when a newcomer comes on board, he must hone his training for three or five years before he has the opportunity to disembark or organize his own combat team to hunt in other new worlds.

"Shu Xiao knows what you're sighing for. ”

Dressed in a pink polo shirt and floral pants, Harry slid in like a loach through the doorway, down the deck and walls, and down to the ceiling.

Then he hung upside down on a beam under the ceiling, stuck out his tongue like a hanged man, and winked at Nikita's peach blossom eyes: "Good, call Shu Xiao, Shu Huang will fulfill your wish!"

Nikita narrowed her beautiful, narrow eyes.

Although she is a newcomer, she is also a real banshee, already a registered wizard before her transformation.

Banshees are very ferocious, and there is no way to survive in this cannibalistic world without being ferocious.

She opened her mouth slightly, a charming smile on her face, and her nose fluttered slightly, like a girl in love waiting for her boyfriend to kiss. It's just that the more and more intense red in her eyes makes everyone who sees this scene chill.

"Say it again. She said to her guests in a soft voice.

"It's horrible, scared the baby to death. Harry, who was hanging in mid-air, twisted his body strangely upward, as if to avoid the banshee's gaze, and patted his chest with his hand: "Okay, okay, I won't tease you...... The captain tells you to go up. Learn smart...... He might take you off the boat this time!"

Nikita's pupils shrank sharply, and his heart beat uncontrollably violently.

Harry was about to say something more, when he saw the banshee in front of him turn into a little afterimage and disappear in place.

The banshee hanging in mid-air smacked his lips and shook his head.

"Steady," it said to the air, earnestly, "you are already a mature demon, you need to learn to be steady." Do you know how to be steady? Don't go ahead of your elders, that's what steady!"

With that, it slipped silently from the ceiling to the ground, its nose twitching, and its eyes lit up as it looked at the cupboard.

"Just eat a little bit. It rubbed its hands together like flies that had landed in front of the delicacy, and laughed: "...... Cooked food is always eaten by demons. Eat only a little bit...... The right is the errand fee. Not too much. ”

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......

Nikita didn't know that a large rat had slipped into his kitchen.

Of course, even if she knew, she wouldn't care. She would only tell the one-legged old man who was in charge of the dead wind lamp about the rats in the kitchen—believing that the old man would catch the rat and hang it on the mast for a week.

As for now.

The banshee was trembling and prostrate in the doorway of the captain's quarters.

On the floor not far in front of her, a strip of blood-red cloth was littered.

The strip of cloth was a little old, and it was covered with dense non-charms, and there were suspicious marks of dark red, and it looked dirty. But in the eyes of the banshee, the strip of cloth was even more beautiful than her most beautiful dress.

Because that's the kind of guard that only the crew of the Mist has to disembark.

The cloth was so close to her that she could reach it.

She also wanted to reach out and grab it and hide it in her arms.

But before the captain spoke, she did not dare to make the slightest movement.

The captain of the Mist ignored the young banshee's intense mental activity, and it was frowning, contemplating the old leather scroll in front of it, its blue-black fingertips gently sliding over the gold and silver runes on the leather scroll, bringing out a brilliant spark.

"Not enough...... Sure enough, it wasn't enough. ”

It finally sighed, lowered its head, and looked at the prostrate witch at its feet, its voice as gentle as ever: "I remember Sir Ulrich as your teacher?"

The 'teacher' it refers to is Nikita's teacher after becoming a demon. It was thanks to Sir Ulrich's teachings that the banshee was able to get out of the pitiful situation of eating bugs and into the deplorable situation of eating the corpses of the dead.

Of course, it would be nice if the teacher himself could eat a living wizard by himself now.

Nikita's mind slid through this sad thought.

"Yes, sir. She bowed her head and replied respectfully.

"Good. The Misty Captain's fingertips flickered, and the red ribbon of cloth on the floor flew up towards the Banshee, and finally landed on her arm, wrapped around it twice, and tied a beautiful bow:

"I'm going to take a trip to the Lich Forest, and you can take me to visit your teacher along the way. ”

These were the last words the banshee heard in the captain's room.

The next moment, her eyes bloomed.

When he came back to his senses, he was back in his kitchen.

Everything was the same in the cabin, bleak, dull, disgusting but seductive blood. Only the red cloth band on her arm told her that everything was really happening.

Outside the window, the sound of the tide is still there.

......

......

"The dark tide is surging. ”

In an empty office, a voice sighed heavily.

The office was large, windowless, and surrounded on all sides by bare walls, on which hung a few words and paintings, in which birds and birds jumped up and down the branches, chirping silently, adding a touch of life to the otherwise dreary atmosphere.

It was the thin old man sitting behind the sub-table on the left who spoke.

He was dressed in a thick black tweed robe with small dark eyes. A cup of tea and a worn wizard's hat were placed on the table, and a silver wolf-headed cane leaned against the table.

If Colmar or Nikita were standing here, they would have recognized that this old man was none other than Vice President Ruoyu of First University.