Right now, his whereabouts absolutely cannot be exposed to Elizabeth’s sight before he decides to return to Nali; once discovered, the trouble will be imnse.
Thinking of this, he suddenly wisely changed his words,
"No, you better not do that."
"Haha, is it because you’re a fugitive from Nali? But you’re really impressive, that group of Nali people can’t do anything to you, and it was reported in our Schwali newspaper, probably no one will pay too much attention to you... probably."
"It’s not related to that; I’m fine, but the sa goes for you—you’ll be in mortal danger."
"Really?! Uncle, is your information that dangerous?"
Fisher looked at her expressionlessly, seemingly expressing his attitude. Emhardt on his shoulder also pouted and muttered to her softly,
"Even though this guy likes to deceive ladies on regular days, this ti it’d be better for you to listen to him. If you expose his information, people from around the world will chase you from South Continent to the Northern Realm, no joke."
While speaking, Emhardt observed Ingrid’s expression, but found nothing besides unwillingness.
Ingrid, after hesitating for a mont, lifted her Picture Keeper again to aim at him, but before she could film, Emhardt had already alertly floated behind Fisher, completely obscuring himself,
"You... what are you trying to do now?!"
Ingrid looked at Emhardt and said,
"Can I... can I report on you, Mr. Book? A talking book is simply the most fitting subject."
"No, no, no!"
Ingrid sowhat disappointedly lowered the Picture Keeper in her hand, pouting,
"Why is it like this..."
Fisher looked at her sowhat disappointed yet not entirely disappointed expression, and couldn’t help but ask,
"Do you really want to report sothing?"
"You bet, this is a journalist’s job for sure. Bringing news accurately from the South Continent, which is tens of thousands of miles from the Western Continent, letting people there know what’s happening here through my Picture Keeper, making appropriate judgnts. The South Continent branch is a responsibility given to by my editor; he values a lot!"
"So basically, your editor sent you here to film things related to Nali, like those previously sealed-off factories?"
"Not really, this is what I wanted to film myself. In Dragon Court City, the newsroom has nothing happening, it’s all sitting around drinking coffee, resting... I ca out on my own initiative."
Fisher looked at her frustrated expression, refraining from pointing out that her senior editor might have sidelined her, simply saying,
"...That’s also quite good."
A graduate from Schwali Queen’s news agency being sent to the South Continent, dictated by Nali and where the war hasn’t even finished yet, is no doubt a bad thing for her; she actually considers this as valuing her.
Though thinking of the presence that might belong to the Mythical Rank, Fisher’s eyes couldn’t help but gleam a bit.
The Saint Nali, under Elizabeth’s control, has now completely turned into a mystery; Fisher doesn’t even know what has truly gone on there, only able to find possible answers from the currently known traces and clues.
Fisher recalled the geographical location of the South Continent; he had been here before, so he knew how to get to the south. He planned to set out early tomorrow morning.
Thus, he took one more look at the condition of the girl in front of him, and after confirming everything was fine, he stood up, saying,
"Rest, tomorrow morning I’ll take you to the nearest city, and then we’re even."
"But the stuff I fild is all useless..."
"That’s none of my business."
"Why is it like this..."
"Just thank you for the al."
Fisher prepared to lie down and rest, not covering himself with anything, feeling quite like using the earth as a bed and the sky as a blanket. Ingrid sat by the fire, glanced at Fisher, supported her chin, and asked,
"What’s Uncle planning to do next?"
"With you..."
Fisher originally didn’t intend to respond, but Emhardt, next to him, examined her and suddenly said,
"We’re heading south to the so-called ’Pseudo Dragon Court’ you ntioned."
Fisher glanced at Emhardt beside him, unsure of what he was up to, but he just kept watching Ingrid ahead.
"Great, can Uncle take with you? If I can film the happenings inside Pseudo Dragon Court and bring them back, it would be a fine choice..."
Upon hearing she wanted to travel with them, Emhardt showed a "just as expected" expression, gritting his teeth while spinning to ram into Ingrid’s head, exclaiming,
"Ha! Paimon! You’ve exposed your flaw, haven’t you!"
Ingrid didn’t react imdiately and got knocked over by him, but seeing her fall, Emhardt escalated the attack, as if piercing through Paimon’s foul plot, yelling while ramming,
"It’s so dangerous for humans there! You, a little human girl, still dare to go?! Aren’t you Paimon?!"
"Hey hey hey? But isn’t Uncle really powerful?"
"Oh? You think I’m dumb? Why would Fisher help you—a random little girl—unless you’re crazy? Isn’t it because you’re so used to it, accustod to an intimate relationship with Fisher, huh?! Haha! Your grandpa Book caught you!"
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