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As Fisher was pondering, the office phone behind him rang again.
Seeing that it was about ti, he asked Moli to use water to revert to her original appearance while he went to answer the phone.
Upon hearing Fisher, a tiny water snake cautiously peeked out from the edge of the water basin, cautiously surveying its surroundings before quickly locking onto the human’s retreating figure.
Then, the God turned back to look at Moli and, seeing that other than her cheeks bulging, nothing else had happened, breathed a sigh of relief.
With a light flick of His little hand, a plump, live salmon instantly flew out of the basin.
Lord Ramasitia pointed towards the salmon, seemingly offering Moli sothing to eat.
But Moli had just finished cake, and glancing at the raw fish freshly pulled from the sea—a sight she once relished—she couldn’t muster any appetite for the bloody fish.
So, she shook her head and declined politely,
“Thank you for your kindness, Lord Ramasitia, but I am already full, no need for more fish.”
The little snake seed thunderstruck by Moli’s words; it trembled weakly, slumping over the edge of the basin as if countless mories were flashing before its eyes—mories where a smiling, innocent Moli seed to be drifting further away.
It appeared to understand sothing and, filled with resentnt, looked towards the human on the phone, fiercely squirting a stream of water at him.
However, due to the basin’s distance from the phone, the water stream fell to the floor midway, pulled by gravity.
Even though He completely missed, Ramasitia kept ceaselessly squirting water towards Fisher, as if venting at an archenemy.
“Trandell?”
anwhile, Fisher, utterly oblivious to the God showering him with water behind his back, simply said,
“…Alright, I’m coming now.”
After hanging up, he turned to find Moli had changed back to human form, and the water snake in the basin had vanished, leaving only a few droplets on the floor, prompting Fisher to look on in puzzlent, unsure of what had just happened.
The salmon on the desk, bouncing about, made Moli blush as she pressed it down on the table, speaking sowhat embarrassingly,
“Sorry!
I’ll take the fish ho to eat later…
No, I an, I’ll hand it over to the restaurant’s chef to cook it first before…
before eating it.”
Fisher guessed it was a gift from the Godly entity to Moli, so he didn’t intervene.
Watching Moli crudely knock the salmon out on the table, he walked over to the door and picked up his coat.
Trandell had called him earlier, saying he was at the doorstep of his rental with Black Mamba Wine, inviting him for a drink.
However, Fisher, well-acquainted with the man, could read between the lines of his ssage, which probably ant,
“Friend in peril!
Co quickly!”
So Fisher decided to go and see what trouble he was in.
Looking at Moli sitting in the chair, he suddenly rembered sothing and asked,
“Oh, by the way, after the Schwali Delegation leaves next week, show the letters your aunt sent back, and I’ll see if I can help…”
“Um…
Goodbye, Mr.
Fischer.”
Holding the fish, Moli’s face still flushed, felt a warmth in her heart upon realizing that Fischer rembered what she had ntioned and nodded in agreent.
Fischer smiled, opened the door, and departed while Moli waved absentmindedly at his receding figure until he was completely out of sight.
Then Moli glanced at the fish in her arms, just as it opened its “blood basin” mouth as if she were about to devour it.
But considering that humans wouldn’t eat sothing raw, she gave up on the idea.
Better to take it to the restaurant and have it cooked.
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