After the legend of the treasure that had inspired generations of adventurers to go to sea was finished, the chef finished roasting the meat from the murloc's belly.
It was cooked white, slightly charred, and covered with tiny brown granules that shimmered with a moist sheen.
The repeated application of seasoning had seeped into the texture of the meat, presenting a tempting visual effect.
"Desi grilled fish. It's not the same as what you usually eat." Erland pointed to the white porcelain plate that the chef had placed down.
Donna pressed her knife and fork and eagerly said, "I love honey-grilled fish!
"I love honey-grilled fish!
"But this is also very tempting."
Honey-grilled fish … How much honey would that be … I'll try it when I have the chance. It should taste pretty good … Klein's imagination ran wild.
With a chef, they no longer had to do it themselves. They watched in anticipation as the pieces of fish were cut, placed on different plates, and pushed in front of them.
Klein was very serious when it came to enjoying delicacies. He wasn't in a hurry to deal with the fish. Instead, he picked up his cup and drank a mouthful of black tea, using the slightly sour liquid to clear the residual taste in his mouth.
After doing all this, he forked a piece of fish and stuffed it into his mouth.
In the blink of an eye, he felt the slightly stimulating flavors of fennel, basil, and other spices. They fully opened up his taste buds.
Right on the heels of that, the delicious juices of the meat, the slightly astringent saltiness of the sea salt, and the refreshing sourness and sweetness of the lemon exploded at the same time. They intertwined and reverberated in his mouth, enticing him to salivate.
As he chewed, the final stubbornness of the fish broke apart under the roasted grease, revealing the beauty and vaguely sweetness of the meat itself.
Klein swallowed the fish in his mouth, recalled the food shows he had watched in his previous life, and chose an evaluation that best matched the feeling he had just experienced.
"The layering is clear, very good!"
"Haha, your tone and words are like those of a gourmet," Erland joked.
Donna waved the fork in her hand and echoed, "Uncle, maybe you should open a column in the newspaper to review different restaurants and different delicacies."
Eh, why didn't I think of this idea … This is a good job that can earn me royalties and taste delicious food! The only problem is that fat people can't be agile clowns … Using the Great Art of Vomiting? That's such a waste of food! Klein seriously considered Donna's suggestion.
"For this beautiful night!"
When there wasn't much food left, Erland poured some Sonia blood wine and raised his cup with a ruddy face.
Klein and the others were also in a good mood.
"For this beautiful night."
They drank the rest of the liquid in their glasses and watched as the waiter cleared the table and swept the deck.
In the cold wind, they chatted for a while and talked about the mermaids that Donna was most interested in.
Cleves told the little girl that in some legends, mermaids were also called sirens. They used their songs to confuse humans not for fun but for hunting. In addition to the possibility of encountering such creatures on the route from the Gargas Archipelago to the depths of the Sonia Sea, there was also a certain chance of discovering them in the dangerous seas that humans had yet to explore. However, this all stemmed from the bragging of some pirates when they were drunk. They all avoided the question of how they had escaped the mermaid's song, and they were not very trustworthy.
No matter what, this at least points to a possible direction … Klein noted down the words of their discussion.
"Donna, Denton, it's time to go back. You have to wake up early tomorrow and share breakfast with your parents." Cecil glanced at the position of the moon.
"All right." Donna stood up reluctantly.
Denton hurriedly asked, "What's wrong?
"I … Do I have the chance to be an adventurer?"
His heart had already been captured by the previous hunting activity and the legends he had just heard.
Cleves walked to his side and patted him on the shoulder.
"Before you ask this question, you will need at least five years of combat training and the acquisition of knowledge. I believe your father will hire a good tutor for you."
"En!" Dan Dun's eyes lit up, and he nodded vigorously.
After five years, when you grow up, there's a high chance that you won't want to be an adventurer who can be buried at the bottom of the sea at any time … Cleves's handling is very shrewd. He didn't directly refuse, but instead gave me hope and let time wash it away. This prevents a child's sudden rebellion … No matter what, mastering a fighting technique isn't a disadvantage for anyone … Klein put his hands into his pockets and thought in admiration.
On the way back to the cabin, Cleves handed two five-pound notes to Klein.
"Your reward."
He had just received 150 pounds from Erland to buy the whole Murloc.
"I didn't do anything." Klein instinctively refused.
Cleves glanced at him with his light blue eyes and said in a low voice,
"You freed Cecil and took care of the children."
Take care of the children? Klein wanted to laugh, but in the end, he took the two notes and drew a triangle on his chest.
"You are more generous than I thought. Thank you."
He no longer refused because he suddenly understood a problem. If he didn't take the ten pounds, in the eyes of a veteran adventurer like Cleves, it would mean that he wasn't satisfied with the price and was trying to get more. He might attack them at any time. Among the people who called themselves adventurers, there were definitely many greedy lunatics!
Seeing that Gehrman Sparrow had put away the money, Cleves retracted his gaze and said with a calm expression,
"This is the rule of the sea."
He didn't say anything else as he followed Cecil, Donna, and the others into the cabin.
If every commission and every mission of mine was of such difficulty and could yield such rewards, I would've long made a fortune as a private detective … Klein gave a self-deprecating laugh as he turned his head to look at the crimson moon in the sky.
It continued to quietly and gently illuminate the night.
Legends of the sea, different monsters … I've finally found the feeling of being an adventurer. Klein turned around and walked to the edge of the ship. Bathed in the crimson veil, he admired the waves that grew darker as they went further away. His mood gradually settled as he slowly walked out of the gloominess after the Great Smog of Baekeland.
The cold and humid wind slapped his face, and the vast and boundless ocean entered his eyes, slowly broadening his mind.
At that moment, Klein had the urge to recite a poem, but when he opened his mouth, he realized that he couldn't remember the corresponding modern poem.
I can't possibly say, "Oh sea, you are all water" … The Emperor's Savant Sequence is really very suitable for doing such things. I should flip through his poems when I'm free to prevent myself from looking like an illiterate … As Klein lampooned, he looked at the crimson moon and the ocean and sighed.
"What a beautiful night."
…
After an accident in which they got lost, the expedition team returned to the City of Silver.
Looking at the city walls that were covered in weeds, he felt a little dazed, as if he had been gone for many years.
Diagonally behind him, Demon Hunter Colin's eyes suddenly turned blank as he raised his hand to press on his right Sun acupoint.
The rest of the team members were filled with joy and relaxation from the bottom of their hearts.
After a difficult exploration, to have a destination and a home waiting for them was the best thing in their hearts.
Colin's gaze returned to normal as he turned his head slightly and looked diagonally ahead.
…
Baekeland, the White family.
After some thought, the confident Emlyn came in front of his parents.
He asked, "If-if I want to delve into the history of the Sanguine, who should I look for?"
Directly asking about the City of Silver might expose my problem. Although I'm not afraid and am very calm, for the sake of the Ancestor and to save the entire Sanguine, I can only choose to hide it … I've always been interested in the history of the Sanguine, and I've gathered a lot of information. Father and Mother know this very well, so they won't suspect anything … This excuse is perfect! Emlyn praised himself inwardly.
His father bore a resemblance to him. He wore a pair of gold-rimmed glasses and looked very professional.
This gentleman, who had really obtained a doctorate in medicine, put down the thick Anatomy in his hand and nudged his glasses.
"In Baekeland, no one knows more than Lord Nibbs."
… If I dared to look for Lord Nibbs, I would've done so a long time ago … Emlyn thought of Mr. Fool's description of a messiah who was burdened with secrets and misunderstandings.
He pressed with a serious expression, "Apart from Lord Nibbs?
"He's sleeping underground, so it's not convenient for him to be disturbed frequently."
Emlyn's father tugged at the collar of his thick cotton pajamas and thought for a moment.
"Waymandi, he always thinks of himself as a historian."
Emlyn secretly heaved a sigh of relief and smiled.
"I wish to visit him."
…
Whoosh!
With a whistle, the White Agate steered into Damir Harbor.
It would replenish its fresh water and food on this colonial island before setting sail again the next morning.
After hunting the murloc, Klein spent two days that could be described as a leisurely or boring life. He was completely bored by the scenery at sea, so he decided to explore the harbor bar tonight, hoping to obtain more information on mermaids and find inspiration for acting.
If I encounter any pirate whose hands are stained with blood coming ashore, I won't be stingy with teaching them a lesson. There are still spirits waiting to be released in Creeping Hunger … Klein wore all his mystical items, left the cabin, and went down to the harbor with his forehead covered in sweat.
During this process, he met Donna, Cleves, and company. They seemed to be heading to the harbor's restaurant to taste Damir's most famous cured meat.
While their parents weren't paying attention, Donna and Denton greeted their adventurer uncle whom they had just met, seemingly curious about where he was planning to go.
Klein returned a smile, tugged at his collar, and followed the signs to find the nearest bar.
"Flying Fish and Wine …" Klein looked at the signboard and realized that there were all sorts of bounties posted outside the bar.
Among them were 800,000 pounds belonging to the King of the Five Seas, as well as hundreds of pounds belonging to ordinary pirate leaders. From high to low, they were stacked layer by layer, forming a unique scenery.
It's all money … Klein stood rooted to the ground and watched for a while.
Retracting his gaze, he pushed open the door and entered the bar. He found it abnormally quiet, without the usual hustle and bustle of such an occasion.
What happened? Klein looked around and saw Captain Erland, who was wearing a dark red coat, sitting at the bar counter. He saw two burly men facing each other in the middle.
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