Chapter 545: 62. As expected
“You grew up in the Church before?”
Actually, Fisher had just stepped out of the church and imdiately felt regret. When he first arrived at the Northern Realm on the Flying Fish, he had felt the bone-chilling style of the north, and now without buying any warm clothes, he found the coldness unbearable as soon as he left the church.
He breathed out heavily, watching his visible breath disperse, while searching for sothing to eat around him, he answered Emhardt’s question,
“It was the Church School, not the Church… I do not believe in the Mother Goddess.”
“Hmm, maybe… You know, many followers of the Mother Goddess Sect in your Human societies in the West Continent also do many bad things. They covet money and beauty, but they wrap these desires in the shell of their devoutness. Compared to that, you, who likes ladies, are still a good person, more like a follower than those church clerics.”
“A person’s good virtues have nothing to do with whether he believes in the Mother Goddess or not.”
“Hmm, that’s true, but I think the church must have had a subtle influence on you when you were young. After all, look, after all this ti, the deepest impression you have from the Church School is of a beautiful nun. It’s a perfect reflection of your image, uncontrollable in the lower half! Hard to say whether her words reached your heart along with her beauty…”
“Shut up.”
Fisher, expressionless, grabbed Emhardt by the book body and threw him toward a snowbank on the roadside, scaring him into spinning several tis in mid-air before coming to a stop,
“You, you, you, always resorting to physical actions when I press your buttons! Are you picking on because I have no hands? Just wait… wait till I grow hands one day, and I’ll show you!”
Annoyed, Emhardt didn’t even land on Fisher’s shoulder anymore but kept floating around his ear, chattering continuously, adding a bit of lively feeling to the winter of Sardinia Female Country.
After having just gone through a storm, the forest was far from quiet. It didn’t take long for Fisher to find his prey inside—a solitary stag, which he killed without much effort, especially since the Fluid Sword, that had not been lost when he fell into the sea, was still in his trouser pocket. With the Fluid Sword, no matter how fast it ran, the stag couldn’t escape Fisher’s grasp.
As Fisher was carrying the unconscious stag back, he took the initiative to ask about the Moon Rabbit Species, and Emhardt, still on edge, was dead set on remaining silent. However, Fisher provoked him with “You wouldn’t not know, right?” which got him fired up again.
Emhardt didn’t even need Fisher to ask in detail before he told him everything about the Moon Rabbit Species among the Six Clans,
“Moon Rabbit Species traveled with Prince Frost to the central part of the Northern Realm, and like the Sli Species, they are one of the most intelligent and agile races among the Six Clans. The Moon Rabbit Species is called thus not because of the crescent-shaped notches on their ears, but because they were nocturnal creatures in ancient tis.”
“It’s said that Moon Rabbit Species could use the moonlight to find hidden treasures and even see through secrets buried deep in people’s hearts. The Moon Princess really loved these fluffy little rabbits. As a result, her brother, Prince Frost, anly snatched the Moon Rabbit Species from her hands and took them away from Snow Mountain, infuriating the Moon Princess so much that she secretly burned his house in the Frost Snow Phoenix Tree.”
“After the three Phoenix’s Sons vanished in the Northern Realm, the Moon Rabbit Species, unlike the Grey Bird Species and the Trolls, showed no devout desire to return to the Frost Snow Wutong Tree. Instead, they found living beneath Snow Mountain quite agreeable, so to this day, they are still active throughout the Northern Realm.”
Fisher, carrying the stag while pondering, was still curious about what exactly the “Sli Species” was as a demi-human race.
The term “Sli Species” was coined by West Continent people and is known in the Northern Language as “Chenoba,” aning “intelligent gel.” anwhile, “Sli” cos from a modern fantasy novelist of the West Continent who used this made-up monster in his books. Here it translates into a unique demi-human race of the Northern Realm.
In the novels, these shapeless monsters consist entirely of a jelly-like substance filled with strong acids, capable of easily dissolving armor, weapons… and, ah, in recent years, there’s an added trope where they like to attack beautiful young won, just like how West Continent people demonized the goblin.
“Ah, the Sli Species, quite a remarkable race. Though they look a bit strange, like a lake filled with jelly… They undoubtedly all possess a brilliant business mind. Enthused about conducting all kinds of business transactions, legend has it they brought countless riches to Prince Frost and even built the earliest rchant ships in the Northern Realm.”
“The Sli Species, just like the treasure-loving giant dragons in your West Continent myths, are not only greedy but also completely unscrupulous. This is also what the Moon Princess hates most about them… It’s said that as long as the money is right, they would even sell their own racial Seal…”
Still talking spiritedly, Emhardt wasn’t done yet, but within Fisher’s sight, the decrepit-looking Healing Corruption Church had already co into view. The church door was open, and a rabbit-eared nun holding an old book stood at the entrance, looking worriedly at the forest outside. Seeing Fisher return with a stag, she finally breathed a sigh of relief.
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