Demi-human Girls Completion Manual
Chapter 419 - 5. Learning_2

Chapter 419: 5. Learning_2

Because the force of the flight was so enormous and the action so fluid, onlookers subconsciously felt she had jumped up rather than flown.

In just the blink of an eye, she had already quickly seated herself at the top of the mast, which was her exclusive spot.

Witnessing this, Fisher suddenly thought of how the terms used by the people of the Northern Realm contrasted with those used by the scholarly circles of the Western Continent when it came to the naming of various demi-humans. The locals referred to the Grey Bird Species of the Northern Realm as "Snowstorm Makers."

Hmm, this is an idiomatic translation, so it comes off as a bit rough and simple.

But at this very moment, as Fisher watched Ossie spread her wings and soar, he couldn’t help but imagine the breathtaking sight of these demi-humans flying freely amidst the heavy snowfall of the Northern Realm, their terrifying power generated in flight unmatched by few species. It was no wonder that the people of the Northern Realm believed the snowstorms were stirred up by the wings of the Grey Bird Species...

Fisher’s gaze still lingered on Ossie, but the next moment, she suddenly retracted her wings and skillfully wrapped herself up in that thick robe once again, turning into a ball.

Moreover, this time she seemed to wrap herself up even more tightly than what Fisher had seen before, as if she were highly sensitive to the cold.

...

Fisher glanced at Ossie, bundled up on the mast, and then lowered his eyes to the piece of cold water sugar candy in his hand.

He suddenly realized that the Second Officer of the Iceberg Queen seemed to struggle greatly with social interaction, even exhibiting signs of social anxiety.

So her hiding up there was not for the sake of vigilantly guarding the waters surrounding the Iceberg Queen for security reasons, but purely to avoid direct interaction with others.

And once she directly communicated with someone, it would be as laborious for her as it had been with Fisher.

Just now, not only had she spoken to Fisher the entire time using Steel Blade as a proxy, but after saying a few words, she handed Fisher a candy to swiftly end the conversation...

If Ossie was of such character, Fisher’s research plan might face difficulty progressing. If they couldn’t even hold a conversation, how was he to have her cooperate with his study?

But before all that, he wanted to try out his previous idea, to see if he could convert the knowledge obtained from Emhardt into progress for the Completion Manual research.

Emhardt knew a lot. If the knowledge he possessed about the demi-human girl could be recognized by the Demi-human Girls Completion Manual, then Fisher was confident that he could break through the 50% progress barrier in biological research without the need for deep physiological interaction.

"Squeak squeak squeak..."

"Let’s go find Fisher quickly! Ah... Fisher, look, it seems like Book is dead!"

While Fisher was still pondering, a commotion arose from the corridor in front of the Captain’s Room.

It turned out that three mischievous Mouse Ladies were running toward Fisher with a group of rats, looking anxious. The leader, Karma, was holding a motionless, open book in her hands, and all the rats behind her panted as if they shared the girls’ empathy.

An interesting observation that Fisher made was that even regular rats seemed to become smarter after spending some time around Karma and the others.

When they first came aboard, Fisher had seen them coax rats out from the Iceberg Queen’s cabins, and those rats looked no different from the dirty, stinky ones seen anywhere else.

But after merely a few days in their company, the ship’s rats seemed to develop similar tendencies to the few brought on board by them, showing significant changes in expression and behavior.

Fisher hadn’t figured out the specifics of this phenomenon and decided to study it later—not now.

"Dead?"

He looked at the unmoving Emhardt in Karma’s hands and arched his eyebrows slightly.

"Yes! He must have been scared by the rats. He might have been scared to death or just fainted, but he has no nose and doesn’t breathe, so we don’t know what’s wrong with him... I just wanted him to act as a bed for the little mouse, then he suddenly died... I’m sorry, Fisher, it’s my fault..."

Dian Dian’s expression seemed the guiltiest, apparently the culprit behind the bad idea.

Fisher glanced at the book and then casually said,

"No problem, you kids go play, I’ll fix him."

"Really?"

"Fisher must cure him, we won’t bully him again next time..."

"Dian Dian promises!"

Fisher laughed and took the "deceased" book from their hands, watching as Karma and the other two reluctantly left, looking back every few steps. She waved her hand to indicate that it was all right.

When they finally disappeared from sight, Fisher turned her head and spoke as she carried Emhardt back to the room,

"Still pretending?"

"... Oh, Fisher? Thank goodness it’s you, otherwise I, the great Emhardt, would have been scared to death."

Fisher had long since realized that this guy wasn’t dead; he was just playing possum.

His state was exactly the same as when he saw Elliog and instantly ’died’ on the spot. Whenever he faced a strong foe or somebody he didn’t want to communicate with, he’d shrink into a harmless-looking book to avoid disaster,

"You don’t know, those little things are annoying and disgusting, they actually wanted to lie on top of me! I am the highest-grade Holy Object among the Holy Descendants! How dare they treat me like this! Sooner or later, I’ll make them pay!"

As soon as Emhardt returned to Fisher’s room, he sprang up, acting as if the book that was previously playing dead wasn’t him but his weak brother.

Now he was floating in mid-air, banging against the void as if he was knocking the heads of those three little brats.

Fisher didn’t reply, because she always felt he actually enjoyed their company. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have followed them so eagerly when Karma came to play with him this morning.

She was unsure whether he had a special patience for children or if it was just that a book had been lonely for too long. Either way, Fisher thought he got along quite well with Karma and the others... unless they threw rats at his face.

Fisher didn’t respond to his insincere complaints and went straight to the point,

"Emhardt, tell me everything you know about the Grey Bird Species, about this demi-human, I need to use..."

Hearing Fisher’s words, the Emhardt floating in the air stopped his actions, blinked at the earnest Fisher, and started trembling slightly.

He then frantically checked outside the room to ensure no one else was eavesdropping before flying to Fisher’s ear and whispering in a voice eight degrees lower,

"Have you lost your mind? You’re considering her guard even before you’ve secured the Sardinia Female Country’s Captain on this ship? Fisher, I must say, if you keep on looking at the pot while eating from your bowl, you’re going to... Aaaah!"

"..."

He was only halfway through his sentence when an annoyed Fisher suddenly reached out and grabbed him in her palm while her other hand sharply twisted, excessively pinching one exposed page of his body.

Seeing Fisher ready to get rough, a frightened Emhardt quickly changed his forthcoming "graveless death" phrase into sincere praise,

"Ahhh... I mean, you’re going to become a very learned scholar about demi-humans! Quick, let me go! I... I can’t wait to study North Realm’s demi-human knowledge with you! Let me go, I’ll tell you everything I know..."

Upon hearing his response, Fisher finally gently released his fragile page, allowing him to float back into mid-air,

"Stop messing around, I’ve got important use for you."