Hunting College

　　 The bright sun outside the cabin slightly dispelled the haze in Nikita's heart.

　　 On the deck, Harry in beach pants was gathering the sails. The blond young man helped him pull the rope, and the sturdy man hung up to the mast again.

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

　　 "I saw it!" Harry pointed to the green lantern at the stern. Nikita remembered that when he boarded the ship before, the wind lantern was still shining brightly, but now the light has gone out.

　　 "The captain asked you to pass a message, did you agree to get on the boat?" The blond young man dragged the thick rope and swung in front of the banshee, squinting blood-red eyes, his tone was a bit ill-intentioned.

　　Nikita looked at him cautiously, without speaking.

　　 "My name is Ryan, the captain of the boat." The blond young man pointed to his nose and threatened: "Since I'm on the boat, I must obey my orders."

　　 "Are you a sailor? Then I am the deputy captain!" Harry stood on the mast above his head and exclaimed angrily: "Who has ever seen a sailor who can't even catch a fish!"

"Besides, beautiful women don't need to follow anyone's orders." Turning his head, Harry had a happy expression on his face, and he graciously brought the banshee to his recliner: "The beautiful woman only needs to lie here and watch the scenery. "

　　 Ryan snorted mockingly, and pulled out "Ms. Dodo" from Harry's back pocket with a sneer on his face.

　　Nikita did not sit down.

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

　　 "How many crew members are there on the ship?" She interrupted the two people who were torn into a ball and asked.

"Adding these two brats, there are a total of 113 senior crew members above the True Demon level, excluding deep-sea war beasts, elf servants, alchemy puppets, and fast-growing wild demon legions." Behind him, a Yin The heavy voice replied gruffly.

　　Nikita was taken aback. She quickly turned around and saw a one-legged lame old man standing behind her with a extinguished wind lantern.

　　 can quietly appear behind him, at least it is a big monster.

　　Nikita bowed his head respectfully.

"Harry, have your sails finished! And Ryan! If another cable comes to me and complains, saying that you drag them and sway, I will hang you upside down under Arnold's ass!" The one-legged old man pointed He shouted viciously at the blond young man at the brawny man hanging on the mast.

　　Nikita saw the old man's shoulder, a few gray-white cables coiled around his neck, swaying the rope weakly.

　　 Harry and Ryan said nothing, and quickly disappeared in front of the old man.

　　 "As for you, pretty little guy, what do you think you can do!" The old man turned his face, revealing two black holes in his eyes. Two dark red lights flickered in his eyes, looking at the female demon in front of him.

　　 "I can cook." Nikita replied quickly.

　　 "Let's go then! There is indeed one less cook on the boat." The old man snorted and stomped, and disappeared on the deck.

　　 The banshee opened her Kun bag, checked her inventory, and sighed.

　　 She raised her head. Harry was standing on the highest horizontal mast and looking into the distance. His pink shirt looked like a melted candle in the afterglow of the setting sun, which looked a little fuzzy and deformed. The blond Ryan was on the side of the ship, directing the ropes to be neatly rolled into a dry cabin; beside him, a few black and thin white-eyed elves were dragging wooden brushes and basins, struggling to clean the floor. .

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

　　 "In the cabin, you can find it by your own smell of blood."

　　 "Why is he hanging on it all the time!" The banshee pointed to the brawny man hanging on the mast: "Do you need to cook for him?"

"You don't need to make it for him." Ryan chewed his cigarette without turning his head back: "He is being punished. According to the rules of the boat, he needs to hang it for a month. Originally, it was enough time after the sun went down today, but when you came just now He broke the rules, and now he needs to hang on for another week."

　　 "What are we going to do to the north?" The banshee felt there were questions in her heart.

"If you respectfully call me'senior', I will consider showing compassion to tell you." Ryan finally turned his head and looked at the banshee angrily: "The crew before you started by cleaning the floor. , But you can go directly to the kitchen! I thought the relationship between monsters would be simpler and more equal!"

　　 The banshee tilted her head, looked at this inexplicable young man, blinked, and finally got into the cabin to look for the kitchen.

　　 For the wild monsters, blood food is unparalleled delicious. There is no blood stimulation in the food, just like the mortal food without salt and tasteless. For high-level monsters, the demand will naturally be higher.

　　Nikita said that he was good at cooking, not just talking. In her early childhood, she knew how to simply process the food obtained from the Silent Forest. Until the first day she was taken in by her teacher, after Sir Ulrich discovered her outstanding talent, she has been responsible for feeding her teacher and the bunch of brothers and sisters from wild monsters to big monsters.

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

　　Since it's an afternoon tea, there won't be too many things. The banshee only took a short time to prepare it~www.ltnovel.com~ Everyone has a snack and a drink. The dim sum is a piece of hind leg meat poured with a layer of yellow soup. The flesh is a little black and it is not clear what the material is. It is covered with a thin layer of red jelly and placed on a wooden plate. The drink looked delicious, green, like a green bee that wizards drank.

　　The food of demons is blood. As a sorceress who retains a lot of aesthetic abilities, Nikita cannot tolerate the rough aesthetics of demons. Regrettably, in the kitchen of the Mist, she desperately found that all the kitchen utensils had only one knife, one anvil, and one pot.

　　 "We need to stock up some more ingredients, as well as suitable kitchenware." Nikita suggested while serving afternoon tea to the captain's room.

　　 The captain pouted his lips without objection.

　　 On the deck, two hard-working crew members are ready to set off. The heavy anchor that sunk into the deep sea has been lifted up, and the sails on the mast have been stowed, rolled into a roll, and hung there neatly.

　　 "Well done, but the number of copies is wrong." The one-legged old boatman stared at his dark eyes and nodded.

　　 Nikita frowned and re-counted his snacks, one hundred and thirteen, that’s right. She raised her head and looked at the old boatman blankly.

"There are indeed 113 senior crew members on board, but it doesn't mean that they are all on board now." Harry's mouth was filled with small snacks, and he explained with a sigh: "Most of them go to the New World Now there are only six people on board."

　　 The captain, the old boatman, Harry in panties, the blond young Ryan, the brawny Arnold, and himself!

　　Nikita helped her dizzy head. The legendary black ship that crisscrossed the world has completely sunk in her heart.