For high-level demons, eating is more of an instinct driven by blood, and they cannot curb their inner desire for flesh and blood. Although their bloody lives greatly impair their ability to create art, almost all demons are avid art lovers. Many great demons are great connoisseurs, but very few 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 is one of the reasons why she can finally 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.
No one made things difficult for her this time.
"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 praised, "Of course our demon ship cannot compete with those stupid people." Like all mortals."
Nikita thought this approach was even stupider, so she very wisely changed the topic
"The captain said to go north, do you know where to go?"< /p>
"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 the 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 knitted together. If the sirens on the Mist are just a little rough in style, then the demons on the iceberg are complete barbarians.
The lichs said privately that the legendary iceberg demon went crazy when he advanced and had mental problems. So the demons under his command also became stupid.
"I should ask you this." Ryan glanced at the banshee.
"Beauty doesn'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 big eaters, and the afternoon tea that Nikita made for a hundred people was stuffed into their stomachs by two energetic young men.
Nikita noticed a few bits of meat sauce on Harry's pink 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'll be one in advance." The tickets for the Siren concert I booked last month are invalid, and I can’t taste the sauce-flavored Minotaurs made by the chef in Havana. What on earth did you tell the captain?”
He took it from his pocket. He took out a piece of green leather and shook it vigorously in front of the banshee. Nikita saw several sirens on the leather coat lying on the rocks and twisting in boredom. A jade coin that looked like a bright moon hung above their heads, and there were three or four golden beans surrounding the jade coin.
“One jade coin and four golden beans.” Ryan slapped the leather concert ticket heavilyon the table.
"It's very far to the north. How long will 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.
"Mist"
"Look at what's around you"
Nikita looked around, feeling a little enlightened. Although the scorching sun could still be felt in the sky, a hazy layer of mist surrounded her from all directions unknowingly. And the fog is getting thicker and thicker. In just a few minutes, the visibility is approaching meters.
"Quiet." The old boatman's angry roar sounded in everyone's ears.
As time passed by, the thick fog in front of me showed no sign of dissipating. Nikita could only hear the gurgling sound of water in her 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 the chill came from.
As the chill became 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 his head, shock suddenly bursting out of his scarlet eyes. She raised her head and looked steadily at the sky.
In the sky above our heads, there 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 patted its belly and lay on the top of the mountain, looking unscrupulously at the black ship that suddenly appeared in front of it.
The Mist has crossed thousands of miles of ocean and arrived at the North Sea.
Thousands of miles across the sea, if you are 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 cheeky smile, raised the pocket watch in his hand, pretending to be solemn, "After careful measurement by my lord, It took about five minutes and thirty-seven seconds, well, the difference was about five minutes and thirty-six seconds."
"Error" Although Nikita wanted to give him a kick, he was more curious about what the error was. .
"It's just to calculate the time for us to enter and exit the fog."
The banshee did not speak, but used trembling breaths to express her inner excitement.
Lian looked at the performance of the new crew member with satisfaction and comforted, "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 and fought with Harry.
On the iceberg not far away, the big white bear was biting a big fish. He stood there, staring at the small 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.
The water in the North Sea is darker than the water in the previous warm waters. The navy blue sea surface is shimmering with ice, with large and small ice cubes floating on it. Compared with the iceberg, these ice blocks looked fragile and deserted, with only a few tired seals lying on them to rest their tails.
Not far from the Mist, ripples appeared on the calm sea. The seals resting their tails raised their heads alertly, staring at the ripples on the sea surface, their tails tapping the ice beneath them restlessly.
In less than a minute, a huge vortex appeared in Nikita's eyes. The center of the deep whirlpool is like the legendary eye of the sea, unfathomable.
The seals screamed, jumped off the ice as if they were dropping dumplings, and swam hard to the sea surface away from the whirlpool.
But it was too late.
A huge gray boat, covered with seaweed and shells, spit out seawater and emerged from the deep eye of the sea. The seals caught in the whirlpool were like chickens smashed against rocks, hitting the seaweed and shells, leaving only patches of dark red scars.
Nikita looked at the two young sirens who had stopped fighting. < /p>
"It's not just him." Ryan's somewhat stunned voice came from behind them.
Turn around, following Ryan's somewhat stiff figure, Nikita saw a hazy image.
It seems like a mirage in the mouth of mortals. In this mirage, a fat five-masted ship was moored safely in a beautiful harbor. Nikita could even see the scene of a drunken sailor being ripped off by a few gangsters on the port pier not far away and throwing all his valuables on the ground.
"This mirage is so clear, it seems real." She couldn't help but admire.
"Because it is true." Harry's voice was not as smooth as before, and seemed a little gloomy.
Nikita looked at him in shock, but saw 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 clapped his fingers and clicked, "Something really happened."
"Iceberg" NiKita turned around dizzy and looked at the iceberg not far away.
That is indeed an iceberg, a real iceberg. The polar bear above 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 legend in the north."
"You What did you say to the boss?" Harry looked at Nikita seriously.
The young banshee looked confused.