The next morning, the werewolf Bedivere woke up under some kind of pressure.
What was pressing down on Bedivere was not the legendary ghost pressing down on the bed, but the big ass of the angry tiger-man Albert.
As soon as Albert recovered from his paralysis this morning, he immediately took revenge on Bedivere.
"Ouch, what happened again? Stingy Al." The werewolf whispered, while trying to push away Albert who was sitting on him. But yesterday he fully loaded the magic bow and fired two shots in a row, and then used the True Moonlight Wave.
, he was already exhausted at this time, and his sore arms were no match for the heavy pressure on Albert's body.
"Nothing." Al was still angry when he spoke, pressing harder on the werewolf: "I was abandoned by you in the toilet yesterday, and my frostbitten butt now just wants to vent its dissatisfaction to you, this-
-Also---count---is---little---angry---meow?"
(From the perspective of ordinary people’s values, this is naked stinginess.)
Bedivere stretched out his hand and pulled Albert's tail: "I understand, I understand. I apologize to you. Now move your ass away."
"Hmph...!" Albert was still reluctant to move his buttocks. The weight of his whole body was pressing on the werewolf's belly, which made Bedivere very uncomfortable.
"Well, you asked for it." In desperation, the werewolf pulled Albert's tail hard!
"Meow!" The tiger man's tail was pulled, and his whole body felt numb! He jumped up and roared: "Asshole, you want to fight, meow?!"
"Hey, hey, you still have your tail in my hand. If we really have to fight, who will win?" The werewolf played with the tiger's furry tail and sneered as he got up.
Albert slumped as a kid and looked at Bedivere with aggrieved eyes: "Let go of my tail, meow. I'll forgive you in the worst case---"
"What are you two playing at, meow?" Saifer's head popped up from the edge of the upper bunk, looking at the two orcs, Wolf and Tiger, and smiled evilly.
"It's nothing." Bedivere blushed and let go of Al's tail: "I'm starving, let's go eat."
"Oh, that rice meow---" Saifer had already eaten a dinner provided by the ship last night, and he showed a look of fear: "Don't say I didn't warn you, meow. Be careful, meow."
"So scary?!"
"It's comparable to our father's dark cuisine." Seglade also poked his head out and blurted out. The next second he was confused again: "Oh, yes, you don't know my father---don't care.
Meow."
Of course, Bediwell knew Palamedes. He had also eaten one of Palamedes' dark dishes, that terrible bowl of wild vegetable porridge.
Well, in this case, the werewolf can already understand how terrible the food rationed on the ship is. It is better to leave that kind of food to the captain and the others, and Bedivere has to find another lunch for his stomach.
The problem was that he and Albert went out empty-handed and didn't bring any food rations with them.
We are all adults, so we won’t starve to death while walking on the road, right? The werewolf had an idea and thought of a way.
He smiled slyly: "Come on, everyone. Let's go fishing."
There are more types of fish in the Arctic Ocean than people think, and almost all of them are edible. In order to resist the cold, the fish have stored a thick layer of fat all over their bodies, and the meat can be said to be plump and sweet.
If we can get a few fish from the sea, it will be enough for Bediville and the others to have a full lunch.
"But you're not a landlubber?" Saifer asked doubtfully while walking on the deck.
"I am, but it doesn't matter." Bedivere never thought of letting himself go into the water. "Saifer, Seglade, it's up to you."
"We, meow?" Even Seglade showed a look of confusion: "But, we don't want to jump into that kind of ice sea to swim, meow. It's so cold, meow."
"You don't need it. As long as you can run on the sea, it's enough." Bedivere smiled mysteriously.
"What are you planning to do?" Captain Senezel saw the werewolf Bedivere leading a large group of orcs onto the deck in a mighty manner, and he couldn't help but nervously came over to investigate the news.
"Captain, I want to catch some fish for lunch. Is this legal?"
The captain's expression changed from doubt to confusion: "Fishing?... We are on the high seas, and fishing should be legal. Just don't go too far."
The werewolf nodded in agreement. Even he couldn't tell whether he was going too far or not. He would wait until the captain told him to stop.
"I'm curious about what you're planning to do." Albert crossed his hands and waited to watch the show. "There's no fishing pole or fishing net, and you can't go into the water. How can you still catch fish?"
"You will understand." Bediwell walked to the edge of the deck, with the vast sea in front of him: "Sefer, Segrad, are you ready?"
"That's it, meow." "Let's start, meow." The two big cats responded in unison.
The werewolf took a deep breath and concentrated. He concentrated all his strength on the fist of his left hand.
Pound! Punch out. The fist rubs against the air, creating a thick and round explosion. Of course, this is the direct punch of the werewolf Bedivere that surpasses the speed of sound!
Whoosh! The supersonic straight punch produces a wonderful physical phenomenon, and a vacuum wave is shot out. This is the vacuum wave that Bedivere is proud of, and it has the same principle as the moonlight wave!
The powerful vacuum wave hit the sea surface and actually made a depression ten feet deep in the sea surface!
If this wasn't enough, the werewolf punched out with both fists, a series of punches. Pah, pah, pah, pah, pah! The waves were splashing, and the hole in the sea was expanding!
Impact force can spread not only through the air, but also through sea water.
The fish in the sea were knocked dizzy by the impact of the vacuum wave, while the constantly undulating waves ruthlessly threw the fish into the air! Seeing this, the Blue Leopard brothers understood everything, and they flew out together, on the sea
Running fast, with sharp eyesight and quick hands, he can catch all the fish that are thrown away!
"This, this is okay?!" Albert was really surprised. This is not so much fishing as "catching" fish.
"Huhu," the werewolf retracted his fists and wiped his sweat: "You must have missed a lot of good things last night when you squatted at home. Oh no, you didn't squat at home, you squatted in the toilet------"
"Go to hell!" The furious Albert kicked the werewolf off the boat.
"Wow, it's so dangerous, meow. Why didn't you pay attention, meow." Unexpectedly, on the way back, Saifer rescued Bediwell who had fallen into the water.
"Huhu---" The werewolf looked at Albert proudly, with a winner's smile on his face.
"Caught a lot of fish, meow!" Seglade also carried a bunch of fish back to the deck. These fish were stunned by Bediwell's fist wind, and they could only lie on the deck in a daze, almost unconscious.
Will struggle.
"But, how can I eat it?" Albert was counting the fish. The fish were colorful and dazzling, and there were about two hundred of them.
"I advise you not to eat fish indiscriminately." Captain Senezel came over as if joining in the fun, "Some fish - such as this ice sea pufferfish, are highly poisonous. Even the brightly colored ones have problems. Well, let me help you distinguish them.
, I also provide a kitchen for you to cook fish, but you have to give me half of the fish. Is it fair?"
"Whatever you want." Bediwell was very generous. There are more than two hundred fish here, and the five of them will definitely not be able to eat them all. So what if they give some to the captain: "But aren't you crew members? I thought the crew members could eat it every day."
Are you tired of eating fish?"
The captain said matter-of-factly: "Boy, have you forgotten? This is a cargo ship, not a fishing boat. My boat is not equipped with fishing equipment."
Is this... a fallacy?
The werewolf said nothing and quietly watched the captain divide the fish. He found that the captain picked out a lot of brightly colored fish for himself, and left those that looked non-toxic and edible to Bediwell and his gang.
"You keep those poisonous fish to yourself?" Albert asked curiously.
"Brother, you don't know. If you carefully remove the poisonous internal organs, poisonous fish like pufferfish can actually be eaten, and the meat is delicious and can be bought at a high price. But processing pufferfish requires very high cooking skills, and not the chefs here can do it.
Arrived."
"So you plan to keep all the poisonous fish and sell them at a high price when the ship docks, meow?" Saifei sneered, "The captain is really a shrewd businessman, meow."
"Oh, everyone gets what they need." Captain Senezel made no secret of his greed, "You will be satisfied with just one meal, and I can also make more money. This is mutual benefit."
Seglade glanced at Bedivere, as if asking for the werewolf's consent. From this transaction, the captain has made a lot of money, or is it better to cancel it?
"Just do as you say, captain." The werewolf was very generous, so he let the captain take advantage, "I'm going to starve to death. Let's finish this quickly. I want to eat fish steaks."
"
"Of course." The captain picked up the fish quickly and divided them up in a flash. "This pile is yours. They are all non-toxic fish. Take them to the cook to cook them."
"Your chefs make all dark dishes. I think it's better not to cook them and just eat sashimi." The werewolf said stubbornly.
The captain sneered: "You like it. Such fresh fish is delicious no matter how you eat it."
Ten minutes later, everyone in the kitchen watched the cook slaughtering the fish alive and removing the meat, and they felt regretful. It was not because the fish was unclean - on the contrary, the blunt knife in the chef's hand was stained with rust and seemed to be covered with countless bacteria.
The knife turned everyone off.
Fortunately, the final product on the plate was not as bad as expected. There were six large plates of snow-white sashimi.
"This is a gift." The chef brought a plate of chili sauce. The bright red chili sauce is made with countless fresh chilies mashed and marinated in sea rocks. Just looking at it is so spicy that it makes people's heads smoke.
"But---"
"It's best to mix some chili sauce when eating sashimi, which can sterilize it." The chef turned to other things.
(Oh, you are self-aware and know how unhygienic your cooking process is?)
The werewolf sneered, hiding the complaints that he almost blurted out in his heart. He picked up a large plate of sashimi and walked into the ship's restaurant, sat down with everyone, and prepared to eat.