Release that Witch

"Hey, girls, are you going to bowl fish soup?" Captain Jack headed into the cabin and tilted the pipe in his mouth. "There was a lucky guy who had caught a large scorpion."

“Thank you,” Tilly Wembleton nodded. “We will come right away.”

"It’s a fish soup," the sigh sighed as the captain left. "Where is this boring thing delicious?"

"You can add more salt to the bowl," said the gentleman. "Pepper is OK, but it's more expensive. I'm afraid Mr. Jack can't give it to you."

"Nothing is put, the soup is only close to the original taste, but also the quality of the food itself." Andrea elegantly geography his own long blond hair, "Tilly, let's go to the captain's room. ”

"As long as it's hot," the shortest gauze muttered. "My toes are freezing."

A group of people followed the stairs and boarded the tower from the banquet of the Beauty Beauty. Jack. One-eyed was standing by the porthole, looking at the white track that had spread over the boat.

"How did this **** weather suddenly become so cold?" He spit out a circle of smoke. "The three gods are on, now it is only in mid-autumn."

"Probably the **** is asleep?" Ashes shrugged.

"Hey, you can't say this at sea," Captain Jack grinned. "Poseidon stares at us forever," he said in a gesture of blessing on his chest. "Forget it, don't think about it, come first. Lower stomach."

In order to enjoy the warm food in the captain's room, he did not hesitate to open a large hole in the floor, the brazier was placed in the center of the hole, surrounded by sea sand, to prevent heat, so as not to ignite the entire vessel.

A large pot of fish soup on the brazier is tumbling and bubbling, and the scent overflows the room.

The six people took off their shoes and sat around the brazier. Their feet were buried in the warm sand, allowing the cold toes to fully contact the gravel and enjoying the warmth of the charcoal fire.

Tilly took over the fish soup handed by the captain, and gently blew the steaming noodle soup and the black-tailed fish into a creamy white soup. The bowl of soup showed a deep yellow color, and the oil flower floated on the surface layer and refracted. A crystal luster.

Seeing the green and white occasional emergence of the soup, she knew that the old captain took out the bottom of the container and sailed the sea boat for several months, which made the crew very difficult to eat fresh vegetables and fruits. These tender green shallots are obviously preserved by him. The onion notes neutralize the astringency of the fish itself. It is blended with **** and a little ale, and the rest is full of rich and mellow taste.

Tilly slowly drank the fish soup, and when she was about to burn her tongue, she paused for a while and took a few breaths. Every small mouth she can clearly feel that the soup that she drank is like a warm stream, flowing down the throat to the stomach, and warming her belly.

The chill quickly faded, and she even felt a little warm.

“Try to add some peppers,” said Jack, referring to the jars with seasonings next to the brazier. “The taste will be more special and extraordinarily cold, which is more effective than wine.”

“Although the original taste is the essence of food, it has to be said that these ingredients are just right, and the taste is not bad,” Andrea praised.

"Don't you drink?" Tilly looked at the ashes.

The latter waved his hand. "I still forget it. I can't accept the smell of the sea fish."

At first, Tilly could not accept the habits of the fjord people who loved to eat fish. Any meal would have a wide variety of fish, regular roasting, boiling, and frying, as well as peculiar practices like fish jelly, fish sauce and caviar. ... However, after forcing herself to eat a few times at the official banquet, she found that the taste was actually good. Once she became familiar with the smell of sea bream, it could further bring out the deliciousness of the food itself. She can try it slowly, such as dried fish, grilled cuttlefish, and even pungent food like fried fish.

"Our Miss Ashes has been appetizing by the savage cooking in Bianbu Town," Andrea said. "It's a pity that the taste and salt of salt not only made her lose the ability to distinguish delicious food. Now it seems that There is not much courage left."

"What are you talking about?" Ashes glanced at each other.

"Why, isn't that the case?" Andrea made a series of laughter. "Light is a little bit of scent, it makes you discouraged, and you are as self-willed as a little girl. How can you expect that you can stand up when Tilly adults need it?" And out?"

"It turns out that... It seems that you seem to want to provoke me to play with you," the gray voice suddenly flattened. "Give up, Bianbu Town has a terrible weapon, much more powerful than your arrow." Even so, I still won the victory of the test. So I want to take away the seat of Tilly's personal guard from me. You have been practicing for a few more years..." She paused. "It is not good to practice for a lifetime." ”

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The ashes curled up the corners of the mouth. "In addition, the food invented by His Royal Highness Roland is not only the superposition of spices and salt, but you will understand it when you try it. But remember not to spill the spilled mouth onto the clothes, and Terry is lost. Can't afford this face."

"Nonsense, that's what you are!"

Tilly couldn't help but laugh out. These two people are the top witches in the island's fighting power. They often fight for the first strong, but she knows that whether it is ashes or Andrea, It is your best man. When the danger comes, they will certainly not hesitate to fight side by side, and work together to build an indestructible wall of the sleeping island.

The dispute between the two made the atmosphere in the room lively. When I saw this scene, Tilly couldn't help but think of the five witches who were sent to Bianbu Town. I don't know if they still live well in their brother's territory.

At this time, the Beauty Beauty suddenly swayed without any warning.

"Be careful!" The ashes pulled out the five kings, and the iron pot on the brazier was turned over to the ground. The soup poured out the charcoal fire, and the fish fell to the ground.

Then a sharp whistle sounded outside the cabin.

"Enemy! There is an enemy!"

A sailor rushed into the captain's room and shouted in amazement. "Mr. Captain, the mutant sea ghost is coming! More than one!"

Sea ghost... Isn't that another name for a beast? Tilly stunned, how could they run to this place?

A group of people ran out of the tower, and saw more than a dozen fish and crab feet on the deck, and some were climbing the pretty beauty from both sides of the chord. They move quickly, and the six feet are like a giant cockroach; the humanoid arms waving on both sides of the head are amazingly powerful and can break the sailor's neck.

"Since you are not willing to fight, then we will come to Bibi," Andrea made a snap, a golden light emerged from the fingers, turned into a bow, and she was firmly held in her hand, "Who killed the monster More, who is the most powerful one."

"It doesn't matter," the ashes pulled out the strange sword from the back. "I am on."

(To be continued. Your support is my biggest motivation.)

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