Demi-human Girls Completion Manual
Chapter 409 - 1. Chaos Species_2

It seemed that it wasn’t that his drawing skills were poor, but rather that there were differences in aesthetic tastes.

After all, a book is different from a person’s Constitution, and Fisher quickly realized that this guy had never actually seen the true form of the Chaos Species; he was just boasting to show off, pretending to know a lot.

"Although I don’t know why you, this guy, are asking about the Chaos Species, I still want to remind you that their Rank as reality’s ’carriers’ is so high it’s hard for humans to imagine, not to mention their real forms in the Spirit Realm. If you ever encounter one, just run for it, or else you can look forward to an untimely death. However, the good news is that almost all of the Chaos Species carriers died in the war in the real world, so you may not encounter one..."

Emhardt finally mentioned that when the Chaos Species started to enter the real world, they inevitably clashed with many races at the time, and the outcome was quite clear: the Chaos Species were defeated and perished, and their consciousness was sent back to the Spirit Realm.

In fact, Fisher’s inquiry to Emhardt was solely to understand the situation of the first tag in the Demi-human Girls Completion Manual that he was close to collecting, the "Royal Choice."

There were only five races listed inside, a very user-friendly number compared to others which often numbered in the dozens or hundreds; and of those, three races had already been recorded in his Demi-human Girls Completion Manual—only the "Phoenix Species" and "Chaos Species" were not clear to Fisher.

Emhardt said that the Phoenix Species had been gone from the Northern Realm for a long time and were probably completely extinct by now; the existing literature on the Phoenix Species was very scarce.

Demon Paimon only recorded their most glorious times when the entire Northern Realm was Phoenix territory, and they were worshipped as divine beings.

But she did not know how this once-powerful demi-human race came to its downfall, as all demons had been driven into the Abyss below and could not witness it.

And if the Chaos Species were truly as dangerous as Emhardt suggested, Fisher couldn’t recklessly seek them out for research and could only try to see if there were other demi-human race tags that required collecting fewer members.

"Cheers!"

"Cheers!"

At this moment, right next to Fisher, under a sky of blue and white clouds, numerous crew members in short tops were lined up neatly on the deck, undergoing training. They ran laps around the deck and practiced combat skills, presenting the rhythm of a regular army’s training.

And indeed, this was the case. When Alagina defected from the Sardinia Female Country, those who rebelled with her were her most loyal subordinates, also once part of the official military in the Sardinia Female Country Navy.

Thus, the Iceberg Queen was fundamentally a Sardinia Female Country warship in nature, with firepower and quality that were simply not on the same level as ordinary pirates.

Once they defected, they basically did whatever they pleased on the sea, robbing whoever they wanted, no wonder they soon became known as one of the "Four Great Pirates" with an illustrious reputation.

And Pahetz, that unassuming and plump Chief Officer, was not simple either—she was once the commander of this military force and had been granted the rank of Knight in the Sardinia Female Country, which meant she came from the nobility that could bear a feather on their armor.

Most crucially, she was the military teacher personally assigned by Alagina’s own mother whom Alagina had killed...

It sounds a bit complex, but that was the situation on the Iceberg Queen.

Hmm, this was what Fisher figured out last night while drinking with these rough women—they opened their hearts to Fisher, and because of Alagina, they had immense respect for Fisher.

"Rat-tat-tat!"

"Don’t run!"

"Squeak, squeak, squeak!"

"Idiot.. idiot!"

And further away, you could see Karma and the other two Little Ones wielding mallets and small iron shovels, chasing a flock of rats and pursuing the Steel Blade Parrot flying in the sky, calling out while they ran—their adorable appearance made the ship’s atmosphere even livelier.

In just a few days, Karma and her sisters had already recruited all the local rats on the ship; they washed them and divided them into three rat legions, each named and commanded by one of the sisters.

Hmm, the ultimate goal of this promising team was to defeat the vile Steel Blade Parrot Demon King, that stinky bird that often opposed the three sisters and loved to wake them up at six or seven o’clock in the morning... or strictly speaking, scold them awake, and hence the grudge was formed.

The two factions were now fighting fiercely every day, looking for all the world like a major ongoing drama series, prompting Pahetz and a bunch of crew members to almost bring small stools to sit and watch their brawls every day.

After a few tense days at the beginning, Old Jack too had relaxed quite a bit, nowadays spending his days running to the ship’s kitchen, not even caring about those three troublemakers anymore.

Fisher glanced around the bustling Iceberg Queen and looked up at the central mast as expected, and there he saw the well-covered Ossie, the Second Officer.