"Hmm, relics... Feather Robes... I spent a lot of money collecting them."
Just then, it seed Emhardt sniffed out the scent of relics from inside Fisher’s pocket and quickly climbed out, his eyes gleaming as he stared at the blades affixed inside Ossie’s cloak,
"Fisher, Fisher! Those aren’t ordinary holy objects; those are parts of a Phoenix Feather Robe, one of the holy objects originally crafted by the Holy Descendants for the Phoenix."
Hearing Emhardt’s sudden words, Fisher glanced at him and asked,
"...Wait, how many relics did the Angel Species actually craft for the Phoenix? Didn’t you say only the Phoenix King and her three children had them?"
Ossie was not familiar with the history of the Northern Realm but was still captivated by Emhardt’s words, and along with Steel Blade, looked towards the Book Knight who was seemingly excited on Fisher’s shoulder,
"I an, there are only four Phoenix holy objects! I didn’t say the Holy Descendants crafted only four for the Phoenix! You forgot, aside from dividing the Northern Realm among her three children, beneath her children were six demi-human races loyal to her... Each clan involved in the war received a reward, a token of their loyalty."
"The Grey Bird Species was bestowed with this holy object—the Phoenix Feather Robe. A highly skilled Holy Descendant replicated the forging process hundreds of tis with high-purity Magic Ore, creating a unified holy object from a hundred blades. However, it’s precisely because of the unique composition of this relic that it has scattered like this until now... What you have on you is roughly only half the number of the true Phoenix Feather Robe, hmm, although it can’t completely cover your feathers, it should still be usable."
Fisher took a look at the daggers beneath Ossie’s cloak and suddenly understood why this fellow was so poor; the reason was that the Angel Species who forged the relic used over a hundred flawless daggers to assemble a Feather Robe. With the passage of ti, these daggers scattered, and for those who didn’t know, each dagger beca a separate relic.
That is, Ossie, who capitalized on the resentnt, spent the price of dozens of relics to collect these daggers, only to end up with half the number of the complete Feather Robe...
"Why are you collecting these relics?"
Unable to think of comforting words, considering how strange the relic allotted to the Grey Bird Species from the Phoenix was, Fisher switched the topic and asked.
However, Ossie shook her head, calmly responding,
"I don’t know..."
"Don’t know?"
"Hmm... My mom was a guard of the Hammond family, and my dad lived in a tribe in the Snow Mountains. Dad ca to the Southern Sardinia Female Country in the Northern Realm to collect these relics and t my mom. After I was born, Dad set out again to search for these relics. When he left, he left all the relics he had collected with ."
"So, maybe by continuing to look for these relics, I could et my dad... I don’t know if I can. And also, these relics are very useful, well-suited to my fighting style."
Fisher folded his arms, watching as Ossie wrapped her cloak tighter around herself. Sure enough, when she moved her cloak, there was not a single sound of tal clashing, making it hard to notice the rows of dangerous dagger relics hidden inside.
It was like this last ti when she was brought onto the ship after facing the Siren; at that ti, he was too busy observing what her Grey Bird Species’ body looked like to realize the oddity beneath her cloak.
"Alagina never told about this."
"She... doesn’t know, I haven’t talked to her about these things..."
"But you’re telling all this?"
"Um... I saw you helping that blonde Nali girl, helping her integrate into this ship, helping her reconcile with the crew mbers who had conflicts. I saw that after you ca on board, Alagina, Pahetz, and their mood were very good, very pleasant... Only I was alone... I want that too. I want you to help ."
Ossie crossed her legs, and for so reason, her heart rate was gradually increasing.
It wasn’t the bashfulness of being emotionally moved but the nervousness of revealing secrets. For so reason, she felt she had said too much in front of Fisher...
But he seed quite interested in her affairs.
"I grew up under the training of the Hammond family, vowed loyalty to Alagina, and ensured her safety; the relationship between a guard and their master, just that simple... But this relationship... started to beco a bit strange after we left the Sardinia Female Country. She was as close to her original subordinates as sisters, yet I couldn’t do that..."
"On the ship, I was the only demi-human. Even though they didn’t look down on because of the Frost Phoenix, I still... felt different from them. I just felt... a bit lonely and wanted to change, but everyone else seed accustod to it, so I felt like I should be too..."
"I... sotis secretly practiced conversations with Steel Blade, letting it speak on my behalf to the other crew mbers, but most of the ti... I could only watch them, so..."
Fisher watched Ossie sitting on the bed. He then took Elliog’s bag of Nali gold coins out of his pocket, sorted out a few coins, and placed them on the table next to him. Under Ossie’s puzzled gaze, Fisher turned to her and said,
"I understand. Let’s make a secret trade."
"A secret... trade?"
Ossie and Steel Blade both tilted their heads towards Fisher, but one to the left and the other to the right,
"Yep, let help you communicate normally with the crew of the Iceberg Queen and integrate with them. In return, satisfy my curiosity about the Grey Bird Species."
Emhardt’s eyes went dead fish like, he hurriedly made eye signals to Ossie, but at that mont, Ossie was already captivated by the content of Fisher’s words and didn’t notice him. Only the parrot in her arms looked at him but had no clue what he ant.
"I’ve ntioned before, I’m a scholar studying the demi-human race, and I’ve always been very interested in the demi-humans of the Northern Realm. I want to gather so information on the Grey Bird Species from you."
"Is that all?"
Ossie seed sowhat incredulous, wondering if Fisher’s request was essentially the sa as helping her for free, or perhaps he felt pity for her and wanted to assist her under the guise of a trade?
Seeing her cautious, probing expression, Fisher stacked the coins he had sorted out and nodding, said,
"That’s all, just let study your external features."
Ossie was about to nod, but then glanced nervously at the direction of the window and the door. After waiting for several seconds, she nervously said,
"Okay... okay, but, but this absolutely mustn’t be known by Alagina. She likes you a lot... I just want a little help, don’t want to cause any misunderstandings."
Originally, Fisher wanted Ossie to keep this matter a secret, although with her socially anxious personality she likely wouldn’t have spoken out anyway, but her proactive request made the trap-setter Fisher feel a bit guilty.
Just as he had observed before, the pure Ossie was clearly a refreshing exception among the tomboyish group of the Sardinia Female Country.
"It’s a deal. The first step now is to take this money, go buy so food from the boss downstairs, and when you co back, we can discuss and study how to help you."
Ossie looked at the gold coins in Fisher’s hand, extended her wing-like arms to catch the coins, then tucked them back into her pocket. Fisher wasn’t sure how she could use her wings so flexibly like hands, maybe it was a racial talent of the Grey Bird Species?
Following that line of thought, if the Grey Bird Species looked like this, perhaps the legendary Phoenix Species did as well?
After accepting the gold coins, Ossie slowly stood up, nodded, and walked towards the door. Just as she was about to reach the door, she belatedly turned her head back, looking at Fisher who was sitting on the bed, and asked,
"Um... the study is... what will you study? Will it hurt?"
"No, you just lie down and chat with , it will be over quickly."
Ossie, her face slightly flushed hidden within the cloak, beca even more convinced that Fisher only wanted an excuse to help her.
Indeed, Fisher was a good person...
She shyly tucked her face, not responding to Fisher’s words, just turned her head, opened the door, and left the room.
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