The sun is fleeting.

Outside the cabin, gray-white mist soon spread again, flooding the warmth.

Nikita's slightly confused eyes returned to peace in the sun, and a strange bright red flashed again.

“It’s foggy.”

She murmured, pushed away the chair under her and stood up.

Every fog means a long voyage.

Nikita still remembers that a long time ago, the day she had just boarded the fog, and that day, she followed the captain and walked far away on the calm sea, and met three other legendary captains.

The captain of the Vortex, the Sea God, and the Iceberg.

Since that day, she has rarely had the chance to get off the boat again.

The fog rose and fell, and the banshee watched the fog sail through the blue sea, the red sea, the black sea, and even the starlight filled the void; she watched the outside world turn from ferns to deciduous forests, from dead glaciers to even more silent starry sky; she watched the fighters on the fog come and go on the ship, and the legendary demons crawl at the feet of the captain.

But from beginning to end, she could only watch with envy.

Because she was just a cook on the fog, and it had been less than a year since she got on the boat. The old crew once told her that it would take three or five years for a newcomer to get off the boat, or organize his own combat team to hunt in other new worlds.

"Shu Shu knows what you are sighing."

Harry, wearing a pink POLO shirt and flowery shorts, slid in from the door like a loach, and slid along the deck and walls to the ceiling.

Then he hung upside down on a beam under the ceiling, sticking out his tongue like a hanged ghost, blinking his peach-blue eyes at Nikita: "Be good, call Shushu, Shushu, Shushu fulfills your wish!"

Nikita narrowed her beautiful, narrow eyes.

Although she is a newcomer, she is also a real banshee. She was already a registered wizard before her transformation.

Banshees are all very cruel. If they are not cruel, they cannot survive in this cannibal world.

She opened her mouth slightly, showed a charming smile on her face, and her nose wings slightly twitched, like a girl in love waiting for her boyfriend to kiss. However, the increasingly rich red color in her eyes made everyone who saw this scene feel frightened.

"Say it again," she said to the guest in a gentle voice.

"It's so scary, it's scary." Harry, who was hanging in the air, twisted upward strangely, as if he wanted to avoid the banshee's sight. At the same time, he patted his chest with his hand: "Okay, okay, I won't tease you anymore... The captain asked you to go up. Learn smarter... He may take you off the boat this time!"

Nikita's pupils shrank suddenly, and his heart beat violently uncontrollably for a few times.

Harry wanted to say something else, but he saw the banshee in front of him turn into afterimages and disappear from the spot.

The male demon hanging in the air smacked his lips and shook his head.

"Static," it said to the air with a serious lesson: "You are already a mature demon, you must learn to be more steady. Do you know how to be steady? Don't leave earlier than your elders, this is steady!"

After saying that, it quietly slid from the ceiling to the ground, its nose moved slightly, and then its eyes lit up and looked at the cabinet.

"Just eat a little." It rubbed its hands, as if it had fallen into the delicious food, and laughed: "...The prepared food is always something that the demon can eat. Only eat a little...it's just a little bit of it. It's not an exaggeration."

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...

Nikita didn't know that a big mouse slipped into her kitchen.

Of course, even if she knew, she wouldn't care. She would only say to the one-legged old man who was managing the irritation of the wind lamp - I believe that the old man would catch the mouse and hang it on the mast and hung it on the mast for a week.

As for now.

The banshee was crawling at the door of the captain's room in a trembling manner.

A blood-red strip of cloth was thrown on the floor not far away in front of her.

The cloth strip is a bit old, covered with dense spells and dubious traces of dark red, which looks dirty. But in the eyes of the banshee, the cloth strip is more beautiful than his most beautiful skirt.

Because that is a protective belt that only crew members who are qualified to disembark will have.

The tape was very close to her and within reach.

She also wanted to reach out and grab it and hide it in her arms.

But before the captain spoke, she dared not make any move.

The captain of the fog ignored the fierce psychological activities of the young banshee. It was frowning, thinking carefully about the old leather roll in front of it. The blue-black fingertips gently slid across the gold and silver runes on the leather roll, bringing out a brilliant spark.

"Not enough... Sure enough, it's still not enough."

It finally sighed, lowered its head, and looked at the witch crawling at its feet, voice as gentle as ever: "I remember Sir Ulich is your teacher?"

The "teacher" it mentioned was Nikita's teacher after he became a demon. It was precisely because of Sir Ulich's teaching that the banshee got rid of the pitiful situation of eating insects and became a tragic situation where he could eat dead bodies.

Of course, if the teacher can eat the wizard who is alive now, I would be happy.

Nikita's mind slid across this sad thought.

"Yes, sir." She lowered her head and replied respectfully.

"Very good." The Captain of the Mist moved his fingertips slightly, and the red cloth strap on the floor floated up and flew towards the Banshee, and finally landed on her arm, wrapped it around twice, and tied a beautiful bow:

"I'm going to take a trip to the Lich Forest, and you can take me to visit your teacher."

This is the last sentence the Banshee heard in the captain's room.

The next moment, her eyes were blurred.

When I came back to my senses, I had already returned to my own kitchen.

Everything in the cabin was as old as before, dull, dull, disgusting but tempting blood. Only the red tape on her arm told her that everything was actually happening just now.

Outside the window, the tide still sounds.

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...

"The undercurrent is surging."

In an empty office, a voice sighed heavily.

The office is very large, but there are no windows. There are bare walls on all sides. There are a few words and paintings hanging on the wall. The birds in the paintings are jumping around on the branches, chirping silently, adding a touch of vitality to the originally dull atmosphere.

The person who spoke was the thin old man sitting behind the table on the left.

He was wearing a thick black wool robe with a pair of small black eyes. A cup of tea was placed on the table, a shabby wizard hat, and a silver wolf-headed crutch leaned against the table.
Chapter completed!