For high-level demons, eating is more of a blood-driven instinct, and they cannot curb their inner desire for flesh and blood. Although the bloody life has greatly damaged their ability to create art, almost all demons are avid art lovers. Many
Great demons are great connoisseurs, but very few demons become outstanding artists.
The reason why Nikita's cooking skills were loved by Sir Ulrich was because her meals began to have an artistic flavor. This was one of the reasons why she was able to survive in the Lich King's territory.
"Aren't we about to set off? Why do we need to fold the sails?" the banshee asked with satisfaction as she looked at the diners in front of her who were full of praises.
This time no one made things difficult for her.
"Retract the sails before setting off! Open the sails wide, that's the rhythm of stopping the ship!" Ryan took a sip of the green drink and exclaimed: "Of course our demon ship cannot be like those stupid mortals.
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Nikita thought this was even stupider, so she wisely changed the subject:
"The captain said to go north, do you know where to go?"
"North Sea." Ryan replied simply.
For wizards, the North Sea is a very broad concept, and the entire Arctic Ocean falls within the scope of the North Sea. But in the words of demons, there is only one place that can be called the North Sea.
That is the territory of the Iceberg Demon.
"Why are you going there?" The banshee's beautiful thin eyebrows knit together. If the sirens on the Mist are just a little rough in style, then the group of demons on the iceberg are complete barbarians.
Liches privately said that the legendary iceberg demon went crazy when he advanced and had mental problems. Therefore, the demons under his command also became stupid.
"I should ask you this." Ryan glanced at the banshee.
"Beautiful women don't need to answer any questions from such a rough man." Harry's voice was muffled, and his mouth was still full of snacks. Monsters are all big eaters, and the afternoon tea that Nikita made for a hundred people was eaten by both ends.
The energetic young man stuffed it into his stomach.
Nikita noticed a few bits of meat sauce on Harry's pink polo shirt.
"Originally our next step was to go to the Black Triangle, but after you arrived, the boss changed his mind." Ryan put down the knife and fork in his hand and glanced at Nikita with a frown: "I made a reservation for the Siren concert a month in advance.
The tickets to the meeting are invalid, and I can’t taste the Minotaur hoof made by the Havana chef. What on earth did you say to the captain?”
He took out a piece of green leather from his pocket and shook it vigorously in front of the banshee. Nikita saw several sirens on the leather lying on the rocks and twisting around in boredom, with a ring hanging above their heads.
The jade coin looks like a bright moon, surrounded by three or four golden beans.
"One jade coin and four golden beans." Ryan slapped the leather concert ticket on the table.
"It's very far north, how long does it take to get there?" Nikita ignored the blond young man's complaint. She took a sip of the green drink and asked a new question.
Harry's mouth was still full of food, and he glanced at Ryan.
"What's the name of our ship?" Ryan asked boringly as he put away his tickets.
"Misthorn!"
"Look what's around you?"
Nikita looked around, feeling a little stunned. Although the hot sun could still be felt in the sky, a hazy layer of fog unknowingly surrounded it from all directions. And the fog became thicker and thicker. In just a few days,
In a matter of minutes, visibility was reduced to three to five meters.
"Quiet." The old boatman's angry roar sounded in everyone's ears.
Time passed by minute by second, and the thick fog in front of him showed no sign of dissipating. Nikita could only hear the gurgling sound of water in his ears, and some disturbing roars coming from the thick fog.
Gradually, a slight chill came from all directions. The banshee raised her head and looked quietly at the foggy sky and foggy sea. She didn't know where this chill came from.
As the chill grew stronger and stronger, the fog slowly faded, and the afterglow of the setting sun began to fall on the deck through this thick curtain.
Nikita blinked and shook her head, her scarlet eyes suddenly burst into shock. She raised her head and looked steadily at the sky.
In the sky above our heads is a brilliant river of stars.
The banshee jumped up and ran to the side of the ship.
Not far from the Mist, a white iceberg was slowly sliding past her eyes. On the iceberg, a lazy polar bear slapped its belly, lying on the top of the mountain, looking unscrupulously at the black ship that suddenly appeared in front of her.
The Mist has crossed thousands of miles of ocean and arrived at the North Sea.
Crossing the sea thousands of miles like flying, these words suddenly appeared in the heart of the banshee.
"You were asking how long it would take to come to the north, right?" Harry walked up to her with a mean smile on his face, raised the pocket watch in his hand, and pretended to be solemn: "After my careful measurement, it will take about five minutes and thirty.
Seven seconds, um, an error of about five minutes and thirty-six seconds."
"Mistake?" Although Nikita wanted to give him a kick, he was more curious about what the mistake was.
"It's just to calculate the time it takes for us to enter and leave the fog."
The banshee didn't speak, but used trembling breaths to express her inner excitement.
Ryan looked at the performance of the new crew member with satisfaction and comforted him: "Don't be excited, this is just a small scene. Only after you stay on the ship for a long time will you know what a real miracle is."
"I'm not excited, it's just too cold!" The banshee's teeth chattered as she spoke.
Harry rushed into the cabin, holding a new set of white fine velvet cloak, and put it on the banshee.
The banshee glanced at him and said nothing.
"That's my new coat!" Ryan roared, fighting with Harry.
On the iceberg not far away, the big white bear was biting a big fish. He stood there, staring at the little red eyes, curiously watching the show twisted into a ball on the deck.
Nikita did not pay attention to the fight between the two, her eyes were attracted by the sea not far away.
Compared with the previous warm waters, the water in the North Sea is darker. The navy blue sea surface is sparkling, with large and small ice cubes floating on it. Compared with the iceberg, these ice cubes appear fragile.
, deserted, with only a few tired seals lying on it to rest their tails.
Not far from the Mist, ripples appeared on the calm sea surface. The seals resting their tails raised their heads alertly, staring at the ripples on the sea surface, their tails tapping the ice beneath them uneasily.
In less than a minute, a huge whirlpool appeared in Nikita's eyes. The center of the deep whirlpool looked like the legendary eye of the sea, unfathomable.
The seals screamed, jumped off the ice blocks like dumplings, and swam hard to the sea surface away from the whirlpool.
But it's too late.
A huge gray boat covered with seaweed and shells emerged from the deep eye of the sea, spitting out seawater. The seals caught in the whirlpool were like chickens smashed against the rocks, hitting the seaweed and shells.
All that was left was patches of dark red scars.
Nikita looked at the two young sirens who had stopped fighting.
"The Whirlpool, another big ship that can rival ours!" Harry explained to Nikita with a proud look on his face: "I guess the boss is going to meet the old guy from the Whirlpool this time."
"It's not just him." Ryan's somewhat surprised voice came from behind them.
Turning around, Nikita saw a hazy image following Ryan's somewhat stiff figure.
It was like a mirage in the eyes of ordinary people. In this mirage, a fat five-masted ship was moored safely in a beautiful harbor. Nikita could even see a drunken man on the port pier not far away.
A scene in which a sailor was stripped of all his valuables by a few thugs and thrown on the ground.
"This mirage is so clear, it looks like reality!" She couldn't help but admire.
"Because it's true." Harry's voice was less smooth than before and seemed a little gloomy.
Nikita looked at him in shock, only to see Harry looking at the mirage with a serious face.
"This is the Poseidon, a huge building ship that dominates the East China Sea." Ryan explained softly beside him.
Nikita was stunned, then stunned.
"The Mist, the Whirlpool, the Poseidon, and the stable iceberg." Harry smacked his fingers and said, "Something really happened."
"Iceberg?" Nikita turned around in a daze and looked at the iceberg not far away.
It was indeed an iceberg, a real iceberg. The polar bear on it seemed dissatisfied with the intruders one after another, and howled angrily.
"Originally, I thought it was an iceberg. But looking at the legendary Kraken ships popping up one after another around me, I couldn't help but think of the legends in the north."
"What on earth did you say to the boss?" Harry looked at Nikita seriously.