The bright sunshine outside the cabin slightly dispelled a little of the gloom in Nikita's heart.
On the deck, Harry, who was wearing beach pants, was furling the sail. The blond young man was helping him pull the cable, and the strong man was hanging it on the mast again.
"The captain said he wanted to go to the north." The banshee shouted to the two busy people.
"I saw it!" Harry pointed to the green lantern at the stern of the ship. Nikita remembered that when she boarded the ship before, the lantern was still shining brightly, but now the light has been extinguished.
"The captain asked you to pass the message, does he agree with you to get on the ship?" The blond young man pulled the thick cable and swung in front of the banshee, squinting his blood-red eyes and speaking with some evil intentions.
Nikita looked at him cautiously and said nothing.
"My name is Ryan, the boatswain of the ship." The blond young man pointed at his nose and threatened: "Now that you are on the ship, you must obey my orders."
"You are the boatswain? Then I am the deputy captain!" Harry stood on the mast above his head and shouted angrily: "Who has ever seen a boatswain who can't even catch fish!"
"Besides, the beauty does not need to obey anyone's orders." Turning his head, Harry's face was filled with a happy expression, and he diligently brought his own deck chair to the banshee: "The beauty only needs to lie here and enjoy the scenery.
"
Ryan snorted mockingly and took out "Lady Dodo" from the pocket behind Harry, with a sneer on his face.
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 there in total on the ship?" she asked, interrupting the two people who were tearing into each other.
"Including these two brats, there are a total of one hundred and thirteen senior crew members of the True Demon level or above, excluding consumables such as deep-sea war beasts, elf servants, alchemy puppets and the fast-growing wild demon army." Behind him, a sinister figure
The deep voice replied gruffly.
Nikita was startled. She turned around quickly and saw a lame old man with one leg standing behind her, holding an extinguished lantern.
The one who can appear quietly behind him is at least a great demon.
Nikita bowed his head respectfully.
"Harry, have you finished furling 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 butt!" the one-legged old man pointed out.
The strong man hanging on the mast yelled viciously at the blond young man.
Nikita saw several gray-white cables on the old man's shoulders wrapped around his neck, and he was weakly shaking the rope ends.
Harry and Ryan quickly disappeared in front of the old man without saying a word.
"As for you, pretty little guy, what do you think you can do!" The old man turned his face, revealing two dark eye sockets. Two dark red lights flickered in the eye sockets as he looked at the banshee in front of him.
"I can cook." Nikita replied quickly.
"Then go! There is indeed a lack of cook on the ship." The old man snorted in a muffled voice, stamped his feet, and disappeared on the deck.
The banshee opened her kun bag, took stock of her inventory, and sighed.
She raised her head. Harry was standing on the tallest mast and looking into the distance. His pink shirt looked blurry and deformed like a melted candle under the afterglow of the setting sun. The blond Ryan was beside the ship's side, directing the cables.
Neatly rolled them into rolls and rolled them into the dry cabin; next to him, several thin black elves with white eyes were dragging wooden brushes and basins, struggling to clean the floor.
"Where's the kitchen?" Banshee called to Ryan.
"In the cabin, you can find it by following the scent of blood."
"Why is he hanging up there all the time!" The banshee pointed to the strong man hanging on the mast: "Do you need to cook for him?"
"You don't have to do it for him." Ryan chewed a cigarette without looking back: "He is being punished. According to the rules on the ship, he needs to stay for a month. Originally, the time was enough after the sun went down today, but when you came just now
He broke the rules and now needs to hang out for an extra week."
"What are we going to the north for?" Banshee felt that there were questions everywhere in her heart.
"If you respectfully call me 'Senior', I will consider showing mercy to you." Ryan finally turned his head and looked at the Banshee angrily: "The crew members before you all started by cleaning floors.
, but you can go directly to the kitchen! I thought the relationship between demons was simpler and more equal!"
The banshee tilted her head, looked at this incomprehensible young man, blinked, and finally got into the cabin to look for the kitchen.
For wild monsters, blood food is an unparalleled delicacy. Without the stimulation of blood, food is just like a mortal's food without salt, which is tasteless. For high-level monsters, the demand will naturally be higher.
When Nikita said she was good at cooking, she didn't just say it out of hand. In her confused childhood, she knew how to simply process the food she got from the Silent Forest. It wasn't until the first day she was taken in by her teacher that Sir Ulrich discovered her.
After this outstanding talent, she has been responsible for feeding her teacher and a bunch of brothers and sisters who range from wild demons to big demons.
So she can easily take out the old wine collected by her teacher from her Kunbao, and she can also dig out a lot of suitable seasonings from it.
Since it was afternoon tea, there wouldn't be too many things, so the Banshee only took a short while to prepare it.
Each person has a small snack and a drink. The snack is a piece of hind leg meat poured with a layer of yellow soup. The meat is a bit blackened and the material is unclear. It is covered with a thin layer of red jelly-like stuff.
, placed on a wooden plate. The drink does look very delicious, green, and very much like the Green Bee that wizards drink.
The food of monsters is blood. As a witch who retains a lot of aesthetic ability, Nikita cannot tolerate the rough aesthetics of monsters. Unfortunately, in the kitchen of the Mist, she desperately found all the kitchen utensils
There is only one knife, one anvil, and one pot.
"We need to stock up on more ingredients and suitable kitchen utensils." Nikita suggested when delivering afternoon tea to the captain's room.
The captain curled his lips and made no objection.
On the deck, two hard-working crew members were ready to set off. The heavy anchor that sank into the deep sea had been lifted up, and the sails on the mast had been furled, rolled up, and hung neatly there.
"You did a good job, but the number of copies was wrong." The one-legged old boatman stared into his dark eyes and nodded.
Nikita frowned and counted her snacks again. One hundred and thirteen were correct. She raised her head and looked at the old boatman blankly.
"There are indeed one hundred and thirteen officers registered on the ship, but it does not mean that they are all on the ship now." Harry filled his mouth with snacks and explained in a low voice: "Most of them are going to the New World.
Now, the total number of people on board is only six."
The captain, the old boatman, Harry in flower pants, the blond young man Ryan, the strong man Arnold, and myself!
Nikita held her dizzy head, and the legendary black ship that traversed the seas had completely sunk in her heart.
This chapter has been completed!