The treasure legend that inspired generations of adventurers to go out to sea was told, and the chef had roasted the meat from the fishman's belly.

They are ripe white in color, slightly stained with black, covered with tiny brown particles, and flashing with a moist, oily luster.

The repeatedly applied seasoning has seeped into the texture of the meat, presenting an alluring visual effect.

"Dixi grilled fish is different from what you usually eat." Ai'erlan pointed at the white porcelain plate put down by the chef.

Donna put her hands on the knife and fork, and said eagerly:

“My favorite is the honey-baked fish!

“But this one is also very tempting.”

Honey grilled fish... How much honey would that require... I'll try it when I get a chance, it should taste good... Klein's imagination quickly ran wild.

With a chef, they no longer have to do it themselves, but can only watch with anticipation as pieces of fish are cut, put on different plates and pushed in front of them.

Klein was very serious about enjoying the food. He didn't rush to deal with the fish. Instead, he picked up the cup and drank a sip of red tea, using the slightly sour tea to clear the remaining taste in his mouth.

After doing all this, he picked up a piece of fish and put it into his mouth.

In an instant, he felt the slightly pungent taste of spices such as cumin and basil, which fully opened up his taste buds.

Then, the delicious juice of the meat, the salty and slightly astringent taste of sea salt, and the refreshing sweet and sour taste of lemon burst out at the same time, intertwined together, and flowed back into the mouth, inducing saliva.

As you chew your teeth, the last stubborn strands of the fish meat break off under the roasted fat, revealing the beauty of the meat itself and its subtle sweetness.

Klein swallowed the fish in his mouth and recalled the food shows he watched in his previous life. He chose a comment that best fits his feelings just now:

“The layers are clear, very good!”

"Haha, your tone and word choice are like a gourmet." Ireland joked.

Donna shook the fork in her hand and agreed, "Uncle, maybe you should open a column in the newspaper to review different restaurants and different foods."

Hey, why didn't I think of this idea... This is a good job where you can earn royalties and enjoy delicious food! The only problem is that obese people can't be flexible clowns... Use vomiting? That's such a waste of food! Klein seriously considered Donna's suggestion.

"For this wonderful night!"

When there was little food left, Ellan poured some more Sonia blood wine and raised the glass with a ruddy face.

Klein and the others echoed in a good mood:

"For this wonderful evening."

They drank the remaining wine in their glasses one after another and watched the waiters clear the table and clean 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 singing to seduce humans not for fun, but for hunting. In addition to the possibility of encountering such creatures on the route from the Gargas Islands to the depths of the Sonia Sea, there was also a certain chance of discovering them in the seas that had not yet been explored by humans and were full of various dangers. However, this was all due to the boasting of some pirates after getting drunk. They all avoided the question of how they escaped the mermaids' singing, so it was not worth believing.

Regardless, this at least points out a possible direction... Klein wrote down their discussion.

"Donna, Denton, it's time to go back. You have to get up early tomorrow and have breakfast with your parents." Cecil glanced at the position of the moon.

"Okay." Donna stood up reluctantly.

Denton asked hurriedly:

"Do I have a chance to be an adventurer?"

His mind had been captured by the previous hunting activities and the legends just now.

Cleves walked up to him, patted him on the shoulder and said:

"Before asking this question, you need at least five years of combat training and knowledge acquisition. I think your father will hire a good tutor for you."

"Yeah!" Denton's eyes lit up and he nodded vigorously.

Five years later, when you grow up, you probably won’t want to be an adventurer who could be buried at the bottom of the sea at any time... Cleves handled the situation very skillfully. He didn’t reject it directly, but instead gave hope and let time wash it away. This prevented the child from suddenly rebelling... In any case, mastering a fighting skill will not be a disadvantage for anyone... Klein put his hands in his pockets and thought with appreciation.

On the way back to the cabin, Cleves handed Klein two 5-pound notes:

"Your reward."

He had just received 150 pounds from Ireland for the purchase of the whole merman.

“I didn’t do anything.” Klein refused instinctively.

Cleves glanced at him with his light blue eyes and said in a low voice:

"You freed Cecil and kept an eye on the children."

Have you taken good care of the children? Klein wanted to laugh, but he finally took the two bills and drew a triangle on his chest:

"You're more generous than I thought. Thank you."

He stopped refusing because he suddenly realized a problem. If he did not accept the 10 pounds, in the eyes of senior adventurers like Cleves, he would be dissatisfied with the price and try to get more. He might attack them at any time. Among those who call themselves adventurers, there are definitely many greedy lunatics!

Seeing that Gehrman Sparrow had put away the money, Cleves retracted his gaze and said calmly:

"That's the rule at sea."

He said nothing more and followed Cecil, Donna and the others into the cabin.

If every commission and every mission I took on was of this level of difficulty and yielded this level of reward, I would have made a fortune as a private detective long ago... Klein laughed at himself and turned his head to look at the red moon in the sky.

It still shines quietly and gently in the darkness.

"Legends of the sea, different monsters... I finally found the feeling of an adventurer." Klein turned and walked to the edge of the ship, bathing in the crimson veil, admiring the waves that were getting darker and darker. His mood gradually settled, and he walked out of the gloom after the Backlund smog.

The sharp and damp wind blew on his face, and the vast and boundless ocean came into his eyes, slowly broadening his mind.

At this moment, Klein had the urge to chant poetry, but when he opened his mouth, he found that he could not remember the corresponding modern verses at all.

I can’t just say, “O sea, you are all water”… The Great Emperor’s “Universalist” sequence is really suitable for doing similar things. I should flip through his poetry collection when I have time, so as not to look like an illiterate person… Klein sighed as he looked at the red moon and the ocean while complaining in his heart:

“It’s a great night.”

…………

After getting unexpectedly lost, the exploration team returned to Silver City.

Looking at the cracks in the city wall filled with weeds, Derrick felt a little dazed, as if he had been away for many years.

Behind him, the "Monster Hunter" Colin's eyes suddenly became confused, and he raised his hand and pressed his right temple.

The rest of the team members were filled with genuine joy and relaxation.

After a difficult exploration, the most beautiful thing in their hearts is to have a destination and a home waiting for them.

Colin's gaze returned to normal, and he tilted his head slightly to look diagonally forward.

…………

Backlund, White family.

After repeated thinking, Emlyn came to his parents with confidence and asked:

"If, if I want to delve deeper into the history of our blood race, who should I look for?"

Asking directly about the Silver City would likely expose my problems. Although I am not afraid and am very open about it, for the sake of the ancestor and to save the entire blood clan, I can only choose to conceal it... I have always been interested in the history of the blood clan and have collected a lot of information. Dad and Mom are very clear about this and will not have any doubts... This excuse is perfect! Emlyn praised himself in his heart.

His father is about 50% similar to him, wearing a pair of gold-rimmed glasses and looking very professional.

This gentleman who had actually obtained a doctorate in medicine put down the thick volume of Anatomy in his hand, pushed up his glasses and said:

"No one in Backlund knows more than Master Nebais."

...If I dared to go to Lord Nibais, I would have gone there long ago... Emlyn thought of Mr. Fool's description of the savior who carried secrets and misunderstandings, and asked with a serious expression:

“Besides Lord Nibais?

"He is sleeping underground, and it is inconvenient to be disturbed frequently."

Emlyn's father pulled down the collar of his thick cotton pajamas, thought for a moment and said:

"Wemandi, he always thought of himself as a historian."

Emlyn secretly breathed a sigh of relief and smiled:

"I hope to visit him."

…………

Woo!

The whistle sounded and the White Agate sailed into Damir Port.

It will replenish fresh water and food at the colony island and set sail again the next morning.

After hunting the merfolk, Klein spent two days of a leisurely or boring life. He was completely bored with the scenery at sea and decided to go to the port bar tonight, hoping to get more information about mermaids and find inspiration for his role.

If I encounter a pirate with blood on his hands coming ashore, I will not hesitate to teach him a lesson. There are still spirits in the "Creeping Hunger" waiting to be released... Klein put on all the magical items, left the cabin with sweat on his forehead, and went down to the port.

During this process, he met Donna, Cleves and others, who seemed to be going to the port restaurant to taste Damir's most famous cured meat.

While their parents weren't paying attention, Donna and Denton said hello to the adventurer uncle they met last night, and seemed curious about where he was going.

Klein smiled back, pulled up his collar, and followed the signs on the road to find the nearest bar.

“Flying Fish and Wine…” Klein glanced at the sign and found that the door of the bar was covered with various bounties.

There are 800,000 pounds belonging to the "King of the Five Seas" and hundreds of pounds belonging to ordinary pirate leaders. From high to low, they are stacked up layer by layer, forming a unique landscape.

“It’s all money…” Klein stopped where he was and looked at it for a long time.

Retracting his gaze, he pushed the door and entered the bar, only to find it unusually quiet inside, without the noise that was necessary for such an occasion.

What happened? Klein looked around and saw Captain Ireland, who was wearing a dark red coat, sitting at the bar, and two burly men facing each other in the middle.

PS: It’s the last three days, please give me a monthly ticket~