Chapter 204 Storm Guidance

The captain and the dark elf sat opposite each other, still at the same desk and with the same chart. At this time, an iron plate as big as a basin was placed in front of them, filled with steaming fish chowder.

The dark elf was feasting on the food. When the captain saw the other party's gluttonous appearance, he also put down his arrogance and his fingers were shiny with oil.

"May I have your name?"

The dark elf raised his head and saw the captain's mouth twisting his fingers. The owner of the ship gave him a friendly smile, although the bulging cheeks made his expression look funny.

What a gentle person.

"Francis Blade." Only then did the dark elf regain the etiquette he had learned. Several days of lurking had already made him hungry. Looking at his messy dinner plate, the dark elf's face showed embarrassment. expression. For the first time he was grateful for his natural dark skin, which Francis knew would never make his people blush.

The captain also announced his name. He quickly realized what he was thinking when he noticed Frances' sudden reserve. He laughed exaggeratedly, wiped his fingers on the edge of his plate, and licked a little of the residue into his mouth.

"Duheng must be very happy to see you looking like you now. This is the highest compliment for a chef. I bet he has already started bragging to those old guys now that he personally cooked a meal for a living dark elf."

The captain saw with his own eyes that the light in Francis's magical eyes dimmed a little, and his jokes that heated up the atmosphere seemed to arouse the psychological shadow of the other party.

"Yes, you should all be afraid of me." Francis muttered, "You too."

The captain looked at Francis's eyes as he tried to verify, and he read some kind of expectation in it. The captain leaned back lazily, leaning against the back of his chair, and took out his handkerchief to wipe the corners of his mouth.

"Afraid? Why are you afraid? You are not the ugliest eating-looking classmate I have ever encountered."

"I once stayed with an ethereal for two whole days, literally! It was still alive with my knife stuck in its belly. The knife was like a nail nailing it to the ground, and I was webbed Tied to the other side and unable to move, neither of us could do anything to each other. The spider-man was bleeding and roaring at me. Of course, I was more normal than him. "

"I'm busy eating the spider monster eggs on the ground."

Francis listened carefully, but when he heard the captain's last sentence, his entranced expression was obviously distorted, like a person who was about to fall asleep and was slapped inexplicably.

Francis said: "Spider eggs are poisonous."

The captain nodded.

"That's right, but I didn't know it at the time, and my sea, I was already crazy with hunger. That noisy spider-man was less than one meter away from me with a big bloody mouth. I like to eat when I'm nervous. "

The dark elf got to know the captain again. He had many characteristics that were different from the ordinary people Francis knew.

"I'm surprised you survived."

The captain raised his eyebrows proudly.

"I was born with a tough life, and finally my crew found me and found me a doctor. However, I still remember that feeling. Life is full of surprises."

"I think you need to get to know me, as we will be spending the rest of the voyage together, Mr. Francis."

The captain still had a smile on his face, but his eyes were serious.

"I fully believe that there are differences between you and the Dark Elf we know, Francis, but prejudice has always existed and constitutes the entire society."

"You are one of the unstable factors on this ship. I have to be responsible for my crew. Therefore, during the half month after arriving in Waterdeep City, your freedom will only appear in my captain's cabin with me. .Hope you can understand.”

The dark elf moved his eyes and looked around.

With ornately decorated and neatly arranged cabinets and furniture that were too luxurious for life at sea, Francis had already prepared for the worst, but this place was obviously much more comfortable than an outdated bilge or cell.

Francis had no complaints.

"Thanks."

"I am far from worthy of a room like this. Besides, do you really want to share a room with an evil dark elf? Will your crew allow you to be alone with me?"

The captain took out his own collection of fine wine and poured a full glass for Francis, while he only poured a little.

"Personally, I trust you completely, instinctively. And my crew, they trust me completely, a little too much, and occasionally make me feel flattered. Please think of this as a little bit on the Norbrion It’s a privilege.”

"As my next roommate, Mr. Francis, I would be honored to have a full exchange of our ethnic cultures. After my work is over, maybe I can teach you some lingua franca, if you need it."

Francis nodded.

"Thanks."

Francis and the captain got along very well, and the captain's humor and thoughtfulness became an important part of Francis' memory for a long time. With his encouragement, the Dark Elf communicated with other crew members in the language he had mastered during this period. Witnessed by the captain, the crew of the Norbrion gradually began to accept this special guest.

This progress makes Francis feel excited. He is like a water-thirsty plant absorbing the nutrients of its own growth in the captain's communication, and the relationship between the two is gradually deepening.

Except for Boatswain Dillon, he always viewed the dark elves with hostility, not because of racial prejudice, but because Francis's increasingly profound relationship with the captain gave him a feeling of being replaced.

In this regard, the captain could only comfort his simple and easy-to-understand boatswain. The growing Francis made the captain feel like he had met a confidant. The dark elf has his own thoughts. He always puts forward unexpected insights during the conversation. He will not approve of everything the captain does after a long period of contact and become one of his subordinates.

If you want to sum it up in one sentence, then Francis has an unrestrained free soul, although he often behaves as if he can't help himself.

"Speaking of which, Francis, why do you want to go to Waterdeep?"

The captain turned his head and looked at the dark elf looking out the window. As early as the beginning, he was full of curiosity about the dark elf's purpose, but the relationship was not close at that time. Until now, the captain thinks it is time to open his heart.

"I'm going to meet someone, a stranger I have never met."

Francis Blade answered in fluent common language.

"My eyes are unique among my people. Thanks to them, I can always see some broken pictures about certain people and certain things."

"I want to figure out the meaning of these illusions, and what these eyes have brought me?"

"I saw Waterdeep, so I want to go there."

The captain nodded, and after his curiosity was satisfied, he made a joke.

"Don't believe those unreal things easily. Could it be that I am in your illusion?"

Francis did not answer immediately. The silence made the captain look back and face the dark elf's starry eyes.

"I have seen it."

"It was because of those illusions that I boarded this ship and got to know you."

"King of the South Sea, Storm Norberyon."