I'm on the big guy cookbook

On the night sea, the beautiful and bustling London is like a glistening coastline.

The Jenny, a luxury cruise ship weighing 17 tons and hundreds of meters long, looks like a city on the sea, but has turned into a beautiful land.

On the deck, the aristocratic ladies in 'Crignolin skirts' with large bustles and tight waists danced with young and promising men under the music of the band.

The fragrance of clothes and shadows on the temples make Yanyan laugh.

When the huge skirts danced and turned around, the multi-layered skirts flew up, like blooming flowers, blooming in the palm of the gentleman.

Dazzling and yearning.

Leaving the 'VIP area' where the upper-class people live, there is also a happy and wonderful dance party on the common floor below the deck.

Compared with the elegant tune above, the chef in the ordinary cabin below also serves as a musician.

After finishing off a vat of beer, he laughed until his beard twitched and pulled on his instrument.

The lively and jumping rhythm is fast and distinct, with drunken men and women laughing and dancing.

There is no gorgeous dance, just get together with the rhythm, they don't even think about who is dancing with them on the opposite side.

Most of these people are the servants of the nobles and wealthy businessmen above, as well as the employees of the cruise ship.

On the official opening of the new ship Jenny, the owner, Viscount Burt, invited all the social elites to visit and watch the exhibition.

So at night, they are like servants, and they don't have to stay by the master's side like housekeepers and stewards, but they are free.

Barrels of beer were wiped out, and men with red faces and thick necks fell drunk under the table.

There was endless laughter and singing and dancing.

A pair of males hooked each other's shoulders drunkenly, left the common cabin dining room, and went to the other side of the deck to breathe.

On the other side of the VIP area, faint Gao Dian music rang in my ears.

With damp cigarettes in their mouths, the two stood together and peed condescendingly towards the sea.

The sea breeze was blowing on his face, and the sea that seemed to be ink in the dark night was not as beautiful and vast as it was during the day, but seemed terrifying and boundless.

There was the rustling sound of clothes rubbing close at hand, and Du Nalin, who was already drunk and dizzy, pissed and said with a smirk: "Ya'an, I have already, hiccup! I figured it out, I will still be with you Stay on the boat together and work. People always spit on us back home, come to a new place, hiccup! Although far away from home, as long as you-"

"Boom!"

There was a dull sound of falling, and something hit his calf, interrupting Dunalin's words.

"Huh? Drunk down?"

Du Nalin bit the cigarette that was almost burned to the edge of his mouth, raised his trousers, muttered a few words, and squatted down to help his companion up.

But he didn't know what wet and greasy thing he stepped on, and he also fell hard on his buttocks and squatted down. The painful cigarettes all fell off, and the fiery red point made a "stinging" sound, and quickly went out.

have water?

Dunalin hugged Ya'an, who had slipped between his legs due to a change in posture.

He touched the ground, which was sticky and disgusting.

It's a pity that they have a small corner here, and they can't see clearly without light.

"Grass, Ya'an, did you pee on the deck? Or did you spit on the deck?"

He lifted the person in his arms up, hugged him with a smirk, and wiped his mouth.

Music, sea breeze, and alcohol.

Dunalin was a little emotional suddenly, and he whispered: "Ya'an, hey, wake up. We haven't been close for a long time since the cruise ship tested the water. Why don't you stand up and lie on the railing, and I will..."

Ya'an didn't speak.

Du Nalin thought he was not awake, and shook him: "Hey, hey? Ya'an?"

"Gollum."

A sound surged from his throat as Ya'an lay on his shoulder.

Then something hot spilled on Duna Linman's back.

"No way! You vomit again!"

Dunalin frowned and complained, as if he smelled a stench, and the burning desire was instantly disgusted.

He sighed, took out the lighter from his trouser pocket, unscrewed it and put it on the ground. The oil-burning lighter was burning, and the orange light illuminated a small dark corner.

Dunalin helped him up and faced him with the light, trying to wipe his mouth.

But I saw his Ya'an, still with gray blond hair, still not very beautiful but very gentle blue eyes, and a small nose, but below the nose, everything was gone...

Yes, gone.

The entire chin, including the mouth, disappeared as if it had been torn off. The tongue protruded long, and red and black blood was scattered all over the front of his clothes.

In the widened blue eyes, the tears that had just been filled, slipped down as Dunalin pushed him away, and fell on Dunalin's arm...

Dunalin trembled violently.

"Ya, Ya'an?"

"Ah, Ya'an——"

……

"Your Excellency Aris Francis Yukland, and your servant Neil Neil, yes, please take your salute and follow the waiter to your room."

The well-dressed steward stood at the pier, smiling as he welcomed the guests invited by the owner, Viscount Burt, onto the boat.

He returned the ticket for the VIP cabin to the man who was wearing a black turtleneck coat and a gentleman's hat to cover himself up.

Withdrawing his probing gaze, he thoughtfully said:

"You must be a guest from afar. The Jenny sails away from the London pier every night, goes down the Thames to the sea, holds a banquet on the sea, and then sails back in the morning. The banquet is only seven days old, and today is the fifth day. Two days left."

"yes."

A lazy and indifferent voice wanted to sound, and Francis' tone was inexplicable: "That's still a pity."

"Yes." The steward smiled, turned his head and called a waiter's name, then bowed respectfully and backed away, "Please."

"Thank you." Francis propped up his cane, nodded and boarded the boat, not forgetting to say to the blond-haired, blue-eyed, good-looking young man who looked like a nobleman, "Neil, take it and salute."

Salted Yuni, who signed the deed of sale, had no expression on his face, and followed behind him carrying two big boxes.

He secretly cursed that good-looking men were beasts.

He promised to train his soul, but let him be a coolie!

"It seems to be a distinguished guest, even the appearance of the attendant is so correct."

The steward who was watching their backs didn't know what to think. He stared at Neil's brilliant blond hair, and a glimmer of light flashed in his eyes. Soon, the corners of his lips curled up again, and he turned around and smiled to welcome the next late guest.

……

"Aris—Aris!"

Neil put down the suitcase panting, and after the waiter closed the door, he called out to the man who was taking off his coat.

The black wool turtleneck coat was hung in the closet in the room, and the hat was placed by the table. Francis turned his head and looked at Neil quietly.

As if seeing something, he walked up to Neil and stopped, with his cane resting on his slender legs, lowered his head and raised his hand to fasten the loose button on Neil's neck.

Francis said in a cold voice, "Rule number one, read it."

"Uh..." Neil scratched his head, raised his neck to avoid his fingers, showed an expression of reminiscence uncomfortably, and stumbled, "No, you can't show too much skin."

"Rule number two, read."

"Don't get hurt and bleed."

"The third rule, read it."

"Ah... number three... oh! Don't ask why Aris does or says anything!"

"very good."

Francis' indifferent expression softened a lot. After finishing Neil's collar, he gently brushed the back of Neil's neck with his gloved hand.

Like a miserly dragon, always checking its wealth.

Embarrassed, Neil took a step back, avoiding the dizzying face so close at hand, while complaining under his breath:

"When we first met, I was too lazy to look at me. I lied to me before, and now I am so nice to me. Heh, man~"

Francis picked up his cane again, raised his eyebrows, and looked down at the human youth who was a head shorter than him.

"The reason for your indifference to you is that the beautiful gems that are not in your own name will always be in the pockets of others, so why should you cherish other people's things.

The reason I love you is because you, this gem, already belong to me. Naturally, I have to pay more attention to my favorite treasure. "

Neil understood: "Anyway, it's profitable."

"Correct."

Francis sat down and crossed his legs.

Under the winding black hair, his red eyes were long and narrow. He nodded and smiled at Neil: "The existence of no profit is the real sorrow."

Neil: "..." You and I have no destiny, it all depends on my spending money (soul), you are awesome.

He sighed, the contract was signed, marry a chicken as a chicken, marry a dog as a dog, what can he do?

Resigned to his fate, Neil moved the suitcase to the closet, opened and packed the clothes of the two of them, and looked for something to say while doing housework.

"You said you want to bring me to the world to practice, okay, how do we practice?"

After doing odd jobs like this, his muscles can grow a lot, but what about the soul, which is invisible and intangible?

"The world is hell."

Francis narrowed his eyes slightly, meaning unclear.

"In the soil of life and death, human nature will be tested and polished."

"Your soul smells of despair and death, but it is too pure and white, like a newborn baby that has not struggled repeatedly in the soil. Such a pure and fragile soul.

It is not strong enough, it is easy to be stained with other colors and become a waste product. "

Uh, why do these foreigners talk in circles like this?

Neil was confused: "So that's what you mean by taking me to hone my humanity in danger?"

Francis said lightly, "Yes."

To be precise, he wanted Neil to experience the ugliness of human nature and the horror of the unknown world, and cultivate firmness and fearlessness amidst disgust and fear.

Add the last flavoring to his already delicious soul and sweet blood.

"Then tell me, how do you do it?"

Neil was sitting on the ground folding clothes while talking, working hard like a wife.

And Francis looked at the busy and thin back of the blond young man, clasped his hands on his knees, and suddenly raised the corners of his lips.

"This cruise trip is very simple, so simple that there is no danger, it is just for you to prepare."

"Oh, that's fine."

"Yeah, the only thing you have to watch out for is a few moving corpses."

"Haha, so it's just a moving corpse, who hasn't seen it before, isn't it just moving—" Wait! !

What the hell?

Neil petrified on the spot and turned on the vibration mode to see Francis.

what corpse?

What kind of body?

What plum? !

Grass, it can move, so it's still called a der corpse?

That riding horse is called a zombie!

[The author has something to say:

【small theater】

Francis waved: Come, let me show you a lot.

Neil looked puzzled: What knowledge?

After speaking, he walked into the room.

Francis smiled and said nothing, and closed the door behind him.

So overnight, they all grew up a lot...

[It's not very scary, don't worry.It’s exciting, hehehehe]

[Inspired by Corpse Empire, anime.very nice. 】

Thank you for the big guys who contributed, but unfortunately the comment area has collapsed, and I can’t check who has given rewards. Let me talk to the management, and then tomorrow and the day after tomorrow, I will put the author’s words in the list of the big guys who gave the rewards. 】