Demi-human Girls Completion Manual
Chapter 162 - 67. Full Moon Church_2

Chapter 162: 67. Full Moon Church_2

It turned out that the volunteer teaching activity I had signed up for was a success.

Full Moon Church?

Fisher vaguely remembered that this church was near the Coco River and Nate Weng Street. Recently, Nate Weng Street had seen a large influx of people because of the newly popular Pink Hall, and many gentlemen had made it their necessary route home.

As for the Coco River...

Having heard Meg mention the little elves of Parker Park, Fisher planned to attend the volunteer teaching activity in the afternoon and then, after it was over, go near the Coco River to see what those so-called little elves were.

With his mind made up, he carefully stored the letter and, after returning to write some comments on Anna’s homework, he also prepared to invite her to join him in searching for the so-called elves in Parker Park. However, Anna declined his invitation, saying she had other activities to do in the afternoon.

Although she was his student assistant, she had other classes to attend, or perhaps, as an Ocean Subhuman, she had other matters to attend to, Fisher wasn’t sure.

Fisher wrote a letter to Carlo, asking him to come to a meeting at the Full Moon Church in the afternoon. It was troublesome to enter the school during that time, but fortunately, the window in Fisher’s office could still be used. The security department had told Fisher to lock the window when not in use, but they probably didn’t expect that Fisher would help someone else enter the school.

After sending off the messenger with the letter in an envelope, Fisher took a carriage to the Full Moon Church at the end of Nate Weng Street.

Churches dedicated to the Mother Goddess usually took their names from the imagery found within the Creation Scripture, with the full moon and blazing sun symbolizing True Gods of the same rank as the Mother Goddess. They once cautioned the Mother Goddess not to save the rabbit, but the Mother Goddess didn’t heed their advice and went her own way.

In addition, devout believers who had made significant contributions to the Church, such as to the Archbishop’s level, could also have churches named after them.

However, the most common name was still "Mother Goddess’s nth Church."

When Fisher arrived at the Full Moon Church by carriage, the clergy inside were cleaning the prayer room. After Fisher stated his purpose, an elderly lady dressed in an old-fashioned black church robe came out from the depths of the church with a gentle smile to greet him.

"Mr. Fisher Benavides, I have long admired your reputation. I was delighted for a long time upon learning that you were in charge of our church’s volunteer teaching activity... Please come this way, we have arranged a classroom for you over here. You can get accustomed to the classroom environment first; there are already quite a few students inside."

Fisher nodded his thanks and followed the bishop further into the church. The classroom was set up in a room near the direction of the street. He didn’t push the door to enter but could already see over a dozen "students" seated inside. Most of the students were local residents who had brought a few children to listen to the lecture.

Compared to the volunteer teaching of Fisher’s youth, the number here was, of course, far less.

The bishop had other matters to attend to and excused herself first, but Fisher didn’t go in right away because, next to the classroom, he had already seen Carlo skulking around, wearing a dark-colored skirt.

Fisher walked over and took in the increasingly elaborate lady’s dress on Carlo, including a pair of black stockings that Lady Nali recently favored covering his pale thighs. His brown hair was tied in a suitable ladylike style, and his face was lightly made up, making him look no different from other ladies if you didn’t know he was an Artificial Witch.

"I thought you had gone off the grid. If you dare to run away, I’ll spill everything about our cooperation!"

Carlo, looking at Fisher approaching, grumbled a threat in a low but fierce voice, obviously dissatisfied with not receiving a reply to his letters from yesterday and before, probably still resentful about being left in the jungle previously.

Actually, this kind of threat had no deterrent effect at all; instead, it revealed the panic in Carlo due to Fisher’s lack of response to his letters. After analyzing his situation last time, he understood the grave danger he was in.

"The academic conference will start at Schwali next Monday, so I expect they will arrive in Nali this weekend. Maybe tomorrow or the day after, or even as early as tonight. You will come with me into the school then, and I’ll have waiter attire ready for you; this flowery dress will have to be changed."

Ignoring his mood, Fisher simply continued. However, Fisher’s gaze on Carlo’s feminine attire made him feel embarrassed. He looked down at his own pretty skirt and murmured an explanation,

"This... this is just a disguise, I don’t even like these clothes! I’m a man!"

"...Tonight, come back to Saint Nali University with me after I’ve finished today’s course. You go back to Pink Hall first and say you went to carry out an assassination, to avoid raising any suspicion."

Carlo glanced at the classroom next to him and chuckled,

"Heh, you’re participating in such activities? For what? Reputation? Conscience?"

Fisher also turned to look in the direction of the classroom, wanting to respond, but in the next second, the figure of a lady elegantly emerged from the church. The lady was dressed in a very conservative, classical Nali red gown, with a small hat on her forehead. The lady’s face was stunningly beautiful, every frown and smile exuding a captivating charm; she showed little emotion, yet upon seeing Fisher standing by the classroom, she paused ever so slightly.

Fisher had seen this person before, but not with his own face; it was when he went to Pink Hall with Trandell and saw the madam known as "Anna."

And now she suddenly appeared in Full Moon Church?

Fisher glanced at the path she was walking—it was to the classroom where he was about to attend a class.

His expression did not change as he saw the lady. At the same time, he pushed Carlo into the gap between the walls in front of them. Carlo winced in pain and was about to speak, but then saw Fisher’s warning finger rise, so he reluctantly remained silent.

Facing Anna’s searching gaze, Fisher turned back to smile at her and raised the cigarette he had seized at some point; she understood and returned a smile. Her exquisitely beautiful features spread into a grin that, like poison, could ensnare any man.

But Fisher remained highly vigilant, watching her gracefully enter his classroom.

"What’s the matter?"

In response to Carlo’s query, Fisher did not look at him but instead asked,

"Does Pink Hall know about you coming out?"

"Absolutely not, they usually don’t care about me. Plus, I’ve left a Magic Dummy in my room at Pink Hall. When the dummy is seen, it will send me a signal, and I haven’t received that signal yet, so definitely no one has noticed I’m out!"

"That’s strange..." Fisher straightened his clothes and said to Carlo, "With Pink Hall’s Anna here, you head back to Pink Hall first, and come out again tonight; I’m going to attend my class now, and we’ll meet after I’m out."

"Hmm..."

Carlo took one more glance in the direction of the classroom and, feigning the demeanor of a lady, walked towards another direction of the church. His gait was extremely gentle, without a single sign of flaw; who would know that Carlo used to be a man of integrity, so much that even Fisher was deceived by him the first time.

After Carlo had completely disappeared from view, Fisher turned his attention back to pondering the matter of Anna with vigilance.

He had previously met her at Pink Hall wearing the Veil of the Face Changer, and now, using his own face, she seemed not to recognize him. It must be that there were also no flaws when he previously impersonated the Schwali Gentleman.

So what was she doing here?

Really here for a class?

Fisher pocketed his cigarette into his coat and, after a wait, entered the volunteer teaching classroom.