Monster Hunting High School

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 shorts, 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 was going to the north." The banshee shouted to the two busy people.

"I saw it!" Harry pointed to the green wind lantern at the stern of the boat. Nikita remembered that when she boarded the ship before, the wind 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. He narrowed his blood-red eyes and sounded a little malicious.

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 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 ass!" 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 the rope ends were shaking feebly.

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 his eyes as he looked at the banshee in front of him.

"I can cook." Nikita replied quickly.

"Then go! There is indeed a shortage of cooks on the ship." The old man snorted, stamped his feet, and disappeared on the deck.

The banshee opened her kun bag, took stock of her inventory, and sighed.

She looked up. Harry was standing on the tallest mast and looking into the distance. His pink shirt looked a little blurry and deformed under the afterglow of the setting sun, like a melted candle. The blond Ryan was beside the ship's side, directing the cables to be neatly rolled into rolls and rolled into the dry cabin; next to him, several thin black elves with white eyes were dragging wooden brushes and water 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 hang up 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 demons, 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 obtained from the Silent Forest. Until the first day she was taken in by her teacher, after Sir Ulrich discovered her outstanding talent, she had been responsible for feeding her teacher and a bunch of brothers and sisters who ranged from wild demons to big demons.

So she can easily take out the old wine collected by her teacher from her Kun bag, 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.

Everyone gets a snack and a drink. The snack is a piece of hind leg meat poured with a layer of yellow soup. The color of the meat is slightly blackened, and the material is unclear. It is covered with a thin layer of red jelly-like stuff and placed on a wooden plate. The drink does look very delicious, green and shiny, like the Green Bee that wizards drink.

The food of demons is blood. As a witch who retains a lot of aesthetic ability, Nikita cannot tolerate the rough aesthetics of the monsters. Unfortunately, in the Misty's kitchen, she desperately found that all the kitchen utensils contained were a knife, an anvil, and a pot.

"We need to stock up on more ingredients and suitable kitchen utensils." Nikita suggested while 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 has been lifted up, and the sails on the mast have 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 his snacks again. One hundred and thirteen, that's right. 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 there are only six people on board."

The captain, the old boatman, Harry in flower pants, the blond young man Ryan, the strong man Arnold, and himself!

Nikita held her dizzy head, and the legendary black ship that traveled across the sea had completely sunk in her heart.