Demi-human Girls Completion Manual
Chapter 441 - 16. Trade_2

Chapter 441: 16. Trade_2

He smirked dismissively and ignored, instead looking at Alagina mysteriously and saying,

"You may not be aware of what a race the Phoenix Species is. There’s a reason they are worshipped by the creatures of the Northern Realm as gods. They can see through the fate of the future, manipulate the present and future fate, and anyone who covets the Wutong Tree will be severely punished, even those servants loyally devoted to the Phoenix’s Son are no exceptions."

"Our boss has a special purpose for seeking the legendary Wutong Tree, but you have nothing to do with this, so he didn’t want you to get involved in the dispute..."

After Balzac finished speaking, Valentina, sitting in the wheelchair, nodded, her fair fingers intertwined under the small brim of her hat, and her light silver pupils were strikingly beautiful.

The pupils of the Northern Realm people are mostly blue or brown, and even people from other places rarely have this color of pupils. It was unknown if it was a symbol unique to the Turand Family, just like the golden hair and eyes passed down in the Gedelin family lineage.

"I have no ill intentions toward you, so I prepared the relic to control the scroll curse in advance. If you agree to return the scroll to me, I am willing to offer you a compensation, the price is negotiable... Of course, if you have other conditions, you can mention them, and I will try to fulfill them."

Despite being in a wheelchair, Valentina exuded a luxurious aura that couldn’t be concealed, as if these matters were mere trivialities to her.

Upon close calculation, it appeared that aside from the steam man, Helldor, behind her, everyone around Valentina was hired, including the journey from the Northern Realm here, the golden box prepared for storing the scroll relic, and the checks previously attempted to bribe Fisher, all of which certainly weren’t a small sum of money.

When Pahetz heard Balzac’s skeptical words, she subconsciously recalled those bizarre corpses that continued to grow feathers even after death. She shivered slightly and rubbed her arms, the faith in the Frost Phoenix making her believe that what the Schwali man said was not a lie.

Just as with the worship of the Mother Goddess in the Western Continent, even if you are not a pure devotee, you sometimes feel taboo when breaking the Mother Goddess’ commandments—it was unclear whether it was for peace of mind or if there was really something to it.

However, Fisher just raised an eyebrow upon hearing this. Emhardt, who had hopped back onto his shoulder with only one eye, made a similar gesture. Then he leaned into Fisher’s ear and complained,

"They’re blowing it way out of proportion, controlling fate, eh? If the Phoenix Species are so mighty, why couldn’t they control their own fate of extinction? Even the Holy Descendants and Agares, who is best at tampering with rules, can’t manage that, much less the Phoenix. They could barely see a bit of a vague prophecy..."

Though the retort was forceful, in contrast was the mosquito-like faint voice of Emhardt, who was afraid of provoking the other party into strife and therefore only dared speak these justified words to Fisher alone.

In fact, Fisher had already anticipated that the eerie scroll was causing the feather-growing curse not because the Phoenix Species could control fate and precisely punish any felon coveting the scroll, but because it inherently carried a strange type of Pollution from the Spirit Realm.

Previously, when these people were devoured by the curse, a phenomenon similar to the gaze of the Spirit Realm had appeared around them, and it also somewhat impacted the souls of his own group, but the specific reason why the Phoenix Species item was related to the Spirit Realm was still unknown...

However, Emhardt had once mentioned that there had been a great war between the Phoenix Species and the Chaos Species, and the Chaos Species came from the Spirit Realm. Could there be a connection?

Upon hearing this, Alagina was somewhat tempted, considering she was an outsider and pirate, these mythologies of the Northern Realm were utterly useless to her. Plus, with the weirdness attached to the scroll, even if she were to keep it, she wouldn’t dare risk the lives of her crew on the Iceberg Queen, not wanting them all to transform into feathered monsters.

With this in mind, she glanced at Fisher who understood her intent. Underneath the golden box, his middle and thumb pressed against his index finger, squeezing out a drop of fresh blood. Then, he precisely controlled the faint magic mingled with the blood to leave a Seal underneath the golden box.

This Seal in magic had a specific academic term: "Standard Marker." Its rough definition was a clear target that other magic could use. If the golden box were to leave his side, he could use other Tracking Magic to locate this Standard Marker.

Helldor was a Mage who practiced magic, but Fisher was sure he wouldn’t detect this Marker, as this golden box wasn’t an ordinary item but a relic.

Relics generate additional magic fluctuations, easily overlaying the fluctuations of the Marker, which is also why the prevailing view in academia on relic making is as sources of Magic Materials.

As Fisher marked it, he handed the golden box to Alagina, letting her deal with the scroll.