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Chapter 41 Welcoming the New Crew

The sun had already begun to set over the sea, and Klaus, with a look of utter despair, announced a strike for the day.

"I need a little mental preparation..."

To someone with obsessive-compulsive disorder, Ivan's Guardian was no different from a psychological terrorist attack. Ren Yi nodded understandingly.

When it comes to ship repair, nothing is more important than the engineer's mental state!

"It's alright, our new comrades have just been through a fierce battle and need to replenish their nutrition."

Randomly take out the four remaining pieces of mutated barracuda meat from the warehouse and place them on the table that Klaus had just made.

"Let's have a welcome party tonight."

Ivan's eyes lit up; he had long ago discovered that the flesh and blood of mutated creatures had a certain restorative effect.

The pieces of fish on the table are a pale pinkish-white; they certainly don't look ordinary.

"Brother, you're so generous!"

"It's been sitting there for two days," Ren Yi explained gently, wiping the rapier with rum.

"It will spoil if left for another day."

Ivan's emotion froze on his face, while Klaus laughed without giving him any face.

Being casual is not being stingy; it's just a habitual way of setting the mood.

Klaus had already skillfully started a fire and set up the crab shells. "We don't have enough fresh water to make soup!"

"Cook it in wine!"

Ivan exclaimed, "It will definitely taste amazing!"

[Cooking fish with rum?]

[Is this some kind of culinary disaster? I'm starting to get excited!]

[Rum is made from sugarcane and has a sweet taste. It's used to remove the fishy smell and enhance the flavor of seafood, a classic pirate recipe.]

[I learned something new! I'll try it sometime!]

I randomly picked a bottle of white rum and poured the whole bottle into the crab shell.

Then he picked up his katana and began slicing the fish with swift, precise movements.

The sharp blade sliced quickly across the fish meat, and although the slices weren't exactly as thin as cicada wings, each slice was remarkably uniform in thickness.

Ivan thought that this knife skill was something only a professional chef or a professional killer could possess.

"Do all doctors in China have to train in this?"

"Yes, basics." He finished cutting the fish and wiped the blade. "If your hand isn't steady, the patient will be very troubled."

I have to admit, this knife skill is impressive.

[The way he was doing it, I thought he was dissecting a fish.]

[It is indeed "dissection," so why doesn't a slice count?]

[As long as we keep quiet, the whole world will think that doctors in China must practice swordsmanship and hidden weapons.]

[Yes, that's how you spread it!]

The boiling point of alcohol is even lower, and the liquid inside the crab shell quickly began to bubble and gurgle.

As the alcohol evaporated, the distinctive sweetness of rum filled the deck. Ivan took a deep, blissful breath; the aroma was simply irresistible.

I randomly picked up a few slices of fish with two sticks that I was using as chopsticks, and simmered them for seven or eight seconds.

The pinkish-white, translucent slices of meat curled up and tightened, becoming snow-white and bouncy.

Ivan ignored the heat and stuffed it directly into his mouth.

"Hoo-ha-"

The alcohol perfectly removed the fishy smell, leaving only the vibrant freshness and subtle sweetness of the mutated creature's flesh.

The pain from the wound seemed to lessen somewhat, and the body, which had become cold due to excessive blood loss, regained its warmth.

"Hurrah!"

"This is so delicious! What I ate before was practically animal feed!"

Klaus was initially hesitant about the unfamiliar recipe of fish cooked in rum, but seeing how much Ivan enjoyed it, his stomach started growling.

He picked up a piece of fish, and the moment it entered his mouth, his serious expression turned into one of delight.

"How does it taste?" Ren Yi asked with a smile.

I casually threw all the sliced fish into the pot at once.

"good......"

Despite his stubborn criticism, his hands didn't slow down at all. "The main reason is that the ingredients are excellent."

Viewers flooded their screens with posts about the nautical culinary delights.

[Goodness, why are they posting poison every day?]

[It's rolled up! I've already started studying the recipe.]

[Damn, I cooked noodles... Oh well, I'll just add an egg!]

After several rounds of fish and meat, the remaining unfamiliarity and wariness completely melted away in the warmth and satisfaction.

Ivan ate until he was covered in sweat, his face showing a hint of daze.

He let out a burp, gazing at the rising moon overhead. "This is the most 'civilized' meal I've had since I entered this hellish game..."

Eating raw meat, drinking swill, and sleeping with one eye open were common occurrences; most of their days were spent struggling to survive.

To be able to sit on such a stable boat,

There was firelight, hot soup, no need to worry about the boat capsizing at any moment, and people to chat with—

It's as luxurious as a dream.

Ren Zheng was ladling soup into a wooden bowl, saying, "There will be plenty of opportunities like this in the future."

"As long as you live long enough."

He handed the bowl to Ivan, gesturing for him to have some, his eyes filled with a reassuring certainty.

"Let me give you a formal welcome aboard the 'Rising Coffin for Fortune' ship."

"Pfft—cough cough cough! cough cough..."

Klaus, who was leisurely sipping his soup, choked, his face turning red, and he coughed while clutching his chest.

Ivan didn't know why Klaus was reacting so strongly, nor did he understand what Ren Yi was saying. He blinked in confusion.

His Chinese proficiency is limited to "hello," "thank you," and "goodbye."

I have absolutely no idea how to understand this kind of pun.

"Raise the coffin, make a fortune," Renyi repeated with utter naturalness, "the name of the ship."

Now that he understood, Ivan gave him the look of an old man on the subway looking at his phone.

"This ship is so beautiful and elegant, why is it named like this?"

It's rare for this bear to say something human!

Klaus pounded his chest and nodded frantically, then heard Ivan finish his sentence—

"Even calling her 'Little Sweetie' would be fine?"

His hand trembled, and the scalding hot fish soup spilled onto his leg, burning him so much that he almost jumped up and overturned the pot.

"Look at those slender figures..."

Ivan didn't see anything wrong with it at all. "So white and smooth, just like freshly baked white chocolate, calling her Sweetie is so fitting!"

[Pfft—What the hell is Sweetie?!]

[This boat is made from human bones, bro!]

[This filter must be as thick as bulletproof glass, right?]

[Help! This burly man using reduplicated words gives me goosebumps.]

He looked at Ivan with a gentle and mild gaze, much like a psychiatric doctor looking at a newly admitted critically ill patient.

"dislike?"

Ivan scratched his head in frustration. "Then let's call her 'Katyusha'!"

"Classic, it symbolizes smashing everything in its path..."

"Why don't you call it 'Vodka'?" Klaus interrupted him, unable to contain himself any longer.

"This one is good too!" Ivan's eyes lit up.

Ren Yi simply smiled and said, "As long as the ship is still here, it will keep 'upgrading' and 'developing,' isn't that auspicious?"

The logic is closed.

But something still felt off, though Klaus couldn't quite put his finger on it.

He felt he really didn't have much of an aesthetic sense, but one was about getting rich by raising a coffin, and the other was about a sweetheart and Katyusha...

Klaus thought both of them were terrible at naming things.

"Alright, let's talk about this later."

"Tonight, you'll keep watch for the second half of the night, and I'll keep watch for the first half."

He casually said to Klaus, "Ivan is injured, he just needs to rest."

Ivan was a little embarrassed. "Actually, I can still..."

"I won't save someone who's asking for it." Ren Yi gave him a cool glance.

Ivan immediately lay down.

"Go inside and lie down."

"Brother, do me a favor!" Ivan reached out to Klaus.

......

As night deepened, one could hear Klaus's hushed voice coming from inside.

"Hey! Don't put your feet on the locker!"