Vol 5 Chapter 162: Listening to the tide (5)

The sun is fleeting.
Outside the cabin, a grayish-white mist soon filled the cabin, submerging the warmth.
Nikita's slightly bewildered eyes in the sun restored her tranquility, and she flashed a strange red again.
"It's foggy."
She murmured, pushed away the chair under her, and stood up.
Every time there is fog, it means a long voyage.
Nikita still remembers that a long time ago, the day she had just boarded the Mist, it was also foggy. That day, she followed the captain, walked a long way in the calm sea, and met three other legendary captains.
The captain of the Maelstrom, Poseidon, and Iceberg.
From that day on, she rarely had the opportunity to disembark again.
The fog rises and falls, and the banshee watched from the small cabin window, watching the Mis sail through the blue sea, the red sea, the black sea, and even the starry sky; she watched the outside world change from fern to The deciduous forest changed from a dead glacier to a deadly starry sky; she watched the combat crews on the Mist come and go on the ship, and the legendary monsters crawled under the feet of the master captain.
But from beginning to end, she could only watch enviously.
Because she was just a cook on the Mist, less than a year after boarding. The veteran crew once told her that it takes three to five years for newcomers to get on the ship before they can get off the ship, or organize their own combat teams to hunt in other new worlds.
"Shu Mi knows what you are sighing."
Harry, wearing a pink polo shirt and floral pants, slid in from the door like a loach, slid along the deck and walls to the ceiling.
Then he hung upside down on a beam under the ceiling, sticking his tongue out like a hanged ghost, blinking at Nikita's peachy eyes: "Hey, call a sichuan, sichuan meets your wish!"
Nikita squinted her nice, narrow eyes.
Although she is a newcomer, she is also a real banshee, who was already a registered wizard banshee before her transformation.
Banshees are very cruel, and there is no way to survive in this cannibalistic world without being cruel.
She opened her mouth slightly, with a charming smile on her face, her nose fluttered slightly, like a girl in love waiting for her boyfriend to kiss. It's just that the more and more intense red in her eyes makes all those who see this scene frightened.
"You say it again." She said to the guest in a soft voice.
"It's terrible, I scared the baby to death." Harry, who was hanging in the air, twisted up strangely, as if to avoid the banshee's sight. At the same time, he patted his chest with his hand: "It's done, well, don't tease you Now... the captain told you to go up. Be a little clever... he might take you off the ship this time!"
Nikita's pupils shrank suddenly, and his heart beat uncontrollably.
Harry wanted to say something more, and saw that the banshee before him turned into a little afterimage and disappeared in place.
The male demon who was hanging in the air smacked his lips and shook his head.
"Prudence," it said to the air with earnest and earnest words: "You are already a mature monster, so learn to be prudent. Do you know how to be prudent? Don't walk earlier than the elders, this is prudent!"
After all, it slipped silently from the ceiling to the ground, its nose moved slightly, and its eyes brightened and looked towards the cabinet.
"Just eat a little bit." It rubbed his hands, like a fly before it was delicious, and he laughed: "...prepared food is always for the demon to eat. Only a little bit...the right is for running errands. . Not too much."
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Nikita didn't know that a big mouse had slipped into his kitchen.
Of course, even if she knew it, she wouldn't care. She would only tell the one-legged old man who managed the angry wind lamp about the rat in the kitchen—believe that the old man would catch the rat and hang it on the mast for a week.
As for now.
The banshee was trembling at the door of the captain's room.
On the floor not far in front of her, a blood-red cloth was randomly dropped.
The cloth strip was a bit old, with densely painted amulets and suspicious dark red traces on it, which looked dirty. But in the eyes of the banshee, the cloth strip was more beautiful than her prettiest dress.
Because that is the protective belt that the crew of the Mist has the qualification to disembark.
The cloth belt is very close to her, within reach.
She also wanted to reach out and grab it and hide it in her arms.
But before the captain spoke, she didn't dare to make any movements.
The captain of the Mist ignored the violent psychological activities of the young banshee. It was frowning, carefully pondering the old leather scroll in front of him, and his black fingertips gently slid across the gold and silver runes on the leather scroll. Bring out a glorious spark.
"Not enough... Sure enough, it's not enough."
It finally sighed, lowered its head, and looked at the creeping witch, with a gentle voice as always: "I remember Sir Ulrich is your teacher?"
The "teacher" it refers to is Nikita's teacher after becoming a demon. It is because of Sir Ulrich’s teaching ~EbookFREE.me~ that the banshee got rid of the pitiful situation of eating bugs and turned into a pitiful situation where she could eat dead bodies.
Of course, if the teacher is allowed to eat a living wizard himself now, I will be happy if I want to.
Nikita slipped through the sad thought.
"Yes, my lord." She lowered her head and replied respectfully.
"Very good." The master captain of the Mist moved his fingertips slightly, and the red ribbon on the floor floated up, flew towards the banshee, and finally landed on her arm, wrapped twice, and hit her. Beautiful bow:
"I plan to take a trip to the Lich Forest. You can take me to visit your teacher."
This is the last word the banshee heard in the captain's room.
The next moment, a flower appeared in front of her.
When he recovered, he had returned to his kitchen.
Everything in the cabin is as old, bleak, dull, disgusting but full of alluring blood. Only the red cloth tape on her arm told her that everything just happened was real.
Outside the window, the sound of the tide remained.
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"The dark tide is surging."
In an empty office, a voice sighed heavily.
This office is very large without windows. It is surrounded by bare walls on all sides. There are a few words and paintings on the walls. The birds in the paintings are jumping around on the branches, whispering silently, to the original The dull atmosphere added a touch of vitality.
It was the thin, thin old man sitting behind the vice table on the left who was talking.
He was wearing a thick black woolen robe with small black eyes. A cup of tea and a shabby wizard hat were placed on the table, and a crutch with a silver wolf head leaned against the table.
If Kolma or Nikita stood here, he would definitely recognize that this old man was Ruoyu's vice president of the First University.