"Hey, girls, do you want a bowl of fish soup?" Captain Jack stuck his head into the cabin and curled the pipe in his mouth. "Just now a lucky guy caught a large tailless trout."
"Thank you," Tilly Wimbledon nodded. "We'll be right there."
"Fish soup again." After the captain left, Ashes sighed. "What's so good about this tasteless thing?"
"You can add more salt to the bowl," Breeze chuckled. "Pepper is also fine, but it's more expensive. I'm afraid Mr. Jack won't put it in for you."
"Don't put anything in it. The boiled soup is close to the original taste, and it also tests the quality of the food itself." Andrea elegantly combed her light blonde hair. "Lady Tilly, let's go to the captain's cabin."
"As long as it's hot," Shavi, the shortest, muttered. "My toes are freezing."
The group of people went up the stairs from the bottom of the Charming Beauty to the poop. Jack One-eye was standing by the porthole, looking at the white track that was rolling and spreading behind the ship.
"This damn weather, how did it suddenly become so cold?" He blew out a ring of smoke. "Three Gods, it's only mid-autumn."
"Maybe the gods are asleep." Ashes shrugged.
"Bah, bah, you can't say that at sea," Captain Jack grinned. "The Sea God is always staring at us." He made a blessing gesture on his chest. "Forget it, let's not think about it. Let's have a bowl of fish soup to warm our stomachs first."
In order to enjoy warm food in the captain's cabin, he didn't hesitate to make a big hole in the floor. He put a brazier in the center of the hole and filled it with sand to prevent it from igniting the whole ship.
A large pot of fish soup was boiling and bubbling on the brazier, making a gurgling sound. The fragrance filled the whole room.
Just like that, the six of them took off their shoes and sat around the brazier. Their feet were buried in the warm sand, allowing their cold toes to fully touch the sand and enjoy the warmth brought by the charcoal fire.
Tilly took the fish soup handed by the captain and gently blew on it. The steaming soup was different from the milky white soup made of blacktail fish. This bowl of soup was dark yellow, and the oil floated on the surface, reflecting a crystal luster.
When she saw the occasional specks of green and white in the soup, she knew that the old captain had taken out all the goods from the bottom of the box. The ship often sailed for several months, making it difficult for the crew to eat fresh vegetables and fruits. These tender shallots were obviously preserved with ice saltpeter. The fragrance of the shallots neutralized the fishy smell of the fish. Paired with the ginger slices and a bit of ale, all that was left was a rich, mellow, and delicious taste.
Tilly drank the fish soup slowly. Every time the soup was about to burn her tongue, she would pause for a moment and take a few deep breaths. With every sip, she could clearly feel that the soup that she drank was like a warm current that flowed down her throat all the way to her stomach, causing her stomach to become warm.
The chill soon faded, and she even felt her body slightly heat up.
"Try adding some chili," Jack pointed to the crock with seasoning next to the brazier. "The taste will be more special, and it will especially drive away the cold. It's even more effective than wine."
"Although the true essence of food is the original taste, I have to say that these ingredients are just right, and the taste is not bad at all," Andrea praised.
"Aren't you going to drink?" Tilly looked at Ashes.
The latter waved her hand, "Forget it, I really can't stand the fishy smell of sea fish."
At first, Tilly could not accept the Fjords people's habit of eating fish. Any meal could not be without a variety of fish. Not to mention the conventional grilled, boiled, and fried fish, there were also strange methods such as fish jelly, fish sauce, and caviar. However, after forcing herself to eat several times at formal banquets, she found that the taste was actually not bad. Once she became familiar with the fishy smell of the sea, it could further enhance the taste of the food itself. Like dried fish, grilled cuttlefish, and even fried smelly fish, which had a pungent smell, she could now slowly try them.
"Our" Miss Ashes "has been spoiled by the barbaric cooking methods of Border Town," Andrea covered her mouth and said, "It's a pity that after tasting spices and refined salt, she not only lost the ability to distinguish delicious food, but now it seems that even her courage is gone."
"What did you say?" Ashes glared at her.
"Why, isn't that the case?" Andrea let out a series of laughter, "Just a little fishy smell is enough to make you flinch. You are as willful as a little girl, how can we expect you to stand up for Lady Tilly when she needs you?"
"So that's how it is. It seems that you really want to provoke me into a fight with you," Ashes' tone suddenly calmed down, "Give up, Border Town has a terrible weapon, much more powerful than your arrows. Even so, I still won the competition. So if you want to take away the position of Lady Tilly's personal guard from me, you still have to practice for a few more years, "she paused," or maybe for a lifetime. "
"You …"
Ashes raised the corner of her mouth, "In addition, the food invented by His Highness Roland is not just a superposition of spices and refined salt, you will understand when you taste it. But remember not to drip your saliva on your clothes, Lady Tilly can't afford to lose face. "
"Nonsense, that's you."
Tilly couldn't help but laugh out loud. These two were the top witches on Sleeping Island, and they often fought fiercely for "who was the strongest", but she knew that both Ashes and Andrea were her best subordinates. When danger came, they would not hesitate to fight side by side and build the impregnable walls of Sleeping Island together.
The dispute between the two made the atmosphere in the room lively. Seeing this scene, Tilly couldn't help but think of the five witches who had been sent to Border Town. She wondered if they were doing well in her brother's territory.
At this moment, the Charming Beauty suddenly shook violently without warning.
"Be careful!" Ashes pulled Princess Tilly away. The iron pot on the brazier was overturned, the soup extinguished the charcoal fire, and the fish fell all over the floor.
Then there was a sharp whistle outside the cabin.
"Enemy attack! Enemy attack!"
A sailor rushed into the captain's cabin and shouted in panic, "Mr. Captain, there is more than one mutant sea ghost."
Isn't sea ghost another name for demonic beasts? Tilly was startled, how could they come to this place?
They ran out of the poop deck and saw more than a dozen fish monsters with crab feet on the deck, and some were climbing onto the Charming Beauty from both sides of the ship. They moved quickly, and when they moved, they looked like giant cockroaches. The waving human arms on both sides of their heads were so powerful that they could break a sailor's neck.
"Since you don't want to accept the challenge, let's have a competition." Andrea snapped her fingers, and a golden light emerged from between her fingers, turning into the shape of a bow. She held it firmly in her hand. "Whoever kills the most monsters will be the most powerful one."
"It doesn't matter." Ashes pulled out the strangely shaped giant sword from her back, "I'm going."
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