"Not going to steal the key? Why are you still here?"
"My subordinate has already gone, just waiting here now."
Jesse raised his eyebrows, looking at Fisher’s shoulder which was bare at the mont, unable to comprehend the love-hate relationship between him and that book. Watching Fisher calmly sit in the small boat, Jesse did not move, just standing on the shore. He swore that if anything went wrong there, he would imdiately take off.
Fisher did not respond, his fingers lightly tapping on the silk linked to Emhardt, the other hand wearing a ring also touching the silk,
Three-Ring Modern Magic, "Guard Transmission".
"Humming~"
The brightness of the ring intensified, and a milky-white halo that was invisible to the naked eye burst out instantly transmitting via the Spinner. The light spread and displayed the situation on Emhardt’s side to Fisher.
He first saw Emhardt staring intently at a girl sleeping in bed, as if he saw a treasure that he could not shift his eyes from.
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Fisher raised an eyebrow. Could it be that Emhardt has shifted his interest to human ladies, or was he influenced positively by Fisher himself?
Fisher still hadn’t entangled Emhardt with the silk thread to remind him to focus on stealing the key, but out of the corner of his eye, he glimpsed the ancient Kado book that the girl was holding in her arms, seemingly a version of the "Creation Scripture"—a kind Fisher had never seen.
The Creation Scriptures have many versions, each country accepts a different one, especially those small countries on the eastern coast of the Western Continent, each nation’s version varies greatly, and the more outrageous ones even include the plot of the Mother Goddess killing her child, far different from the original version.
Nali uses the original church version as in Kado, which was what Fisher studied too, but this did not prevent many other versions from being circulated historically and presently.
Emhardt struggled to glimpse at the book in the girl’s arms, then decisively twisted his body and floated towards the room opposite the girl’s, whispering as he went,
"Can’t see, can’t see, can’t see..."
While hypnotizing himself, he floated into the accounting room, still lit, where a man holding a shotgun was dozing. Emhardt cautiously examined the shotgun in the man’s arms, quietly observing the decorations inside.
All sorts of national currencies, this month’s bills and inco records, beauty magazine published by Nali, and a rustic iron key hanging on the wall!
As soon as Emhardt’s gaze landed on that key, Fisher imdiately tugged at the silk connected to his body, signaling him to bite and bring out that key.
Emhardt pursed his lips, brought his square face close to the key, opened his mouth and bitten into the end of the key, slowly taking it off the hook on the wall.
Success!
But before Emhardt could praise himself for how capable he was, upon turning his head sharply, he suddenly saw a pitch-black muzzle aid at his face; the gangster, who was dozing before and now staring in astonishnt at the floating books,
"What are you and how can you look so ugly?"
"Your mom..."
As Emhardt was about to utter sothing harsh with the key still in his mouth, Fisher suddenly stood up on the distant small boat, his right hand ferociously tugging at the void, and Emhardt imdiately felt a huge force pulling from behind; he instinctively bit down on the key to prevent it from falling.
The scenery around him swiftly receded, with the night wind and moonlight unable to catch up with him until the next second he suddenly landed in Fisher’s hands.
"Ugh! Damn, Fisher! Why didn’t you warn you had this trick up your sleeve?!"
The Book Knight spun his eyes while in Fisher’s hands, endured a mont of faintness and after waiting a second, he managed to spit out the key in his mouth and was ready to confront Fisher. But Fisher completely ignored him. He grasped the brim of his gentleman’s hat on his head, looking towards the gradually noisy gangsters’ base, and handed the key to Jesse,
"Captain Jesse, this is the key to the Flying Fish. No need to worry, I’ve tampered with their boats; we can depart now..."
Jesse’s eyelids twitched unavoidably; he glanced at the elegant Fisher and then stared at the key he had been dreaming of. Cursing under his breath, he jumped onto the boat and took the traditional steam engine key,
"Madman... you’re absolutely a madman."
Jesse took the key from Fisher’s hand, the greedy flas in his eyes igniting instantly. Without waiting for Fisher to speak, he had already picked up the wooden oar at the rear of the small boat and began rowing frantically.
After such a long wait, he could finally return to the Flying Fish, even if he has to die, he’d die on the Flying Fish!
Fisher placed his hands on the Handle in front of him, and with a flick of his left hand, he damaged all the machinery on the gang’s docked boats. After doing all this, he finally retracted the transparent silk in his hand and turned his head towards the wooden boat docked in the middle of the sea—the Flying Fish.
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