"Are you all right, Miss Valentina?"
Mr. Fisher politely averted his gaze, but his words did not alleviate her embarrassnt. In fact, they almost made her cough again; however, she seed to think of sothing and simply coughed lightly a few tis before lightly switching the subject with a glance towards Heidlin beside her, saying,
"I’m fine... Let’s go, show Mr. Fisher to the demi-human he’s interested in."
"No problem. Mr. Fisher, please co this way."
Hmm?
Why do I get the feeling there’s sothing fishy going on here?
Watching the unspoken understanding and harmony between the mistress and her servant, Fisher did not beco wary. On the contrary, his curiosity grew about what kind of demi-human Valentina had prepared for him.
He followed Heidlin toward the end of the deck, walking past several crew mbers who were counting cargo and greeting Valentina. They soon arrived at a spacious room that was not sealed, allowing the cold wind to constantly seep in. Upon entering, he realized it contained various foods that needed to be preserved.
The weather in the Northern Realm was cold, and the temperature on deck was much lower than inside the cabins, hence the practice of storing food on the deck. This place was the food storage of the SS Unicorn. As he just entered, Fisher was suddenly t with the sight of a large figure wrapped in white fluff.
Before Fisher could get a clear look, the large figure turned around, revealing her strong and solid stature, dumbfounding him on the spot.
In the room, a tall female, whose body was covered in thick, soft white fur everywhere except her face, lood above Fisher. Her features were rugged, as if sculpted by the icy winds of the Northern Realm, with dark skin that exuded a sense of power and wild beauty not conforming to human aesthetics.
Looking up, he saw on the head of the female demi-human a pair of large and curved horns, as hard as those of a goat. Behind her, Fisher did not see a tail but rely glimpsed the muscles hidden under the thick white fur...
Fisher opened his mouth, montarily unsure whether the demi-human before him was male or female. If it weren’t for the "Demi-human Girls Completion Manual" heating up again, he would certainly have thought the demi-human in front of him was a bona fide strongman.
"Miss, you’re here."
The other party suddenly spoke, and her deep female voice reassured Fisher, though he still hadn’t quite recovered his wits.
"Yes, let introduce you. This is Baphie, a sheepman from Mia who is transporting goods for the Turand Family. This gentleman here is the scholar interested in demi-humans I was telling you about, Mr. Fisher."
"Oh, hello Mr. Fisher, whatever you want to do today, I’ll do it."
Behind him, Heidlin, whose mouth was covered by her hand at so point, was already unable to speak, her eyes brimming with laughter, clearly already in on what kind of demi-human Valentina had prepared for Fisher, or perhaps, it’s very likely that this sche was provided by her for Valentina.
Even though Valentina tried hard to maintain her composure while speaking, the amusent in her words was sothing she couldn’t hide, especially when she thought of the embarrassing mont in the lift earlier, it made her want to laugh even more.
But Fisher wasn’t in the mood to pay attention to Valentina’s pranks behind him; he was just scanning the "giant subhuman" before him, standing at least two ters tall, and was at a loss for words.
Wait, this is what you call a sheepman?
Fisher found it hard to believe as he recalled all the knowledge he had about sheepman in his mind. Specifically, since he and Rafael had actually seen sheepman in the South Continent, there was no way to associate this creature before him with the dainty sheepman species that Schwali had monopolized.
And wasn’t the "Demi-human Girls Completion Manual" supposed to tag sheepman as "cotton candy"? Has it now beco listone?
The next second, he eagerly opened the virtual interface of the "Demi-human Girls Completion Manual" in his mind. As lines of text surfaced, they also shattered Fisher’s last illusions.
[Sheep-man Species]
[Please select a research subject, available subjects 0/1]
[Parfait, an adult Northern Border Sheep-man Species]
Is this really a female of the sheep-man species standing before ?
Valentina quickly hid her smile and pushed her wheelchair to face Mr. Fisher, her joking tone diminished sowhat as she explained,
"The sheep-n of the Northern Realm differ greatly from the newly discovered sheep people of the South Continent, so I was quite surprised at first when the Schwali nobles started trading in sheep-n. I even thought their tastes had changed but later realized that wasn’t the case."
"The sheep-n of the Northern Realm have lived in the Sema Snow Mountain for generations. You know just how harsh the environnt of the Sema Snow Mountain really is. In ancient tis, humans weren’t even worthy of an audience with the Frost Snow Phoenix Tree, as most would lose their lives before reaching the foot of the Wutong Tree. So, a demi-human species that can survive there are naturally endowed with extraordinary capabilities."
Indeed, Mr. Fisher had noticed just now that the Northern Border Sheep-man Species before him was incredibly robust. Although her overall strength wasn’t quite up to the Sixth Rank of the Philis Lion Species, she more than t the Fifth Rank – a level of physical strength beyond the limit of all humans...
The Parfait in front of him seed sowhat embarrassed, touching the back of her head sheepishly. There were many flakes of white snow trapped in the curled horns like those of a mountain goat, and there must be even more in her fur.
Valentina watched Mr. Fisher, who seed at a loss for words for a long ti, and shook her head as she said to him,
"Well, Mr. Fisher, you can conduct your research here. Once you’re finished, you can return to the deck below, and Parfait will disembark on her own... It’s very cold outside, so I’m going back to avoid the chill."
Mr. Fisher had cald down and nodded in agreent, then his gaze firmly fixed on the sheep-man species, Parfait, accepting the task without hesitation,
"Alright, then I can begin my research. Before I start, there are a few things I’d like to make clear with Miss Parfait. The research isn’t just about the physical; anything you know about the Northern Border Sheep-man Species, I am very much interested in."
"Ah... okay, sure."
Parfait’s face flushed for a mont, as if she was sowhat embarrassed, but she still nodded her agreent. anwhile, Valentina behind her stared at Mr. Fisher in astonishnt.
The reason for choosing Parfait was, of course, her physique was far from the type ordinary gentlen favored. Hence, Valentina didn’t stay by Mr. Fisher’s side to watch him research as she did with Philis last ti. However, hearing Mr. Fisher’s determined and serene voice, she suddenly ca up with an ominous suspicion.
What if this gentleman was an odd man who welcod all kinds of demi-human ladies?
Valentina rubbed the ring on her hand, and before Heidlin could push her wheelchair away, she suddenly spoke up again,
"Never mind, I’m actually quite interested in Mr. Fisher’s research process. I’ll stay here and watch Mr. Fisher work, and we can go down together afterwards."
Mr. Fisher looked back at Valentina with a smirk and spoke with "concern",
"Miss Valentina, it’s too cold outside, and my research will take a long ti. It wouldn’t be good if you caught a cold as you did last ti. You should go back first; I won’t do any other strange things."
"Yes, miss, you should go back first, it’s colder outside, just in case..."
Upon hearing Mr. Fisher’s words, Valentina’s fingers tightened around her ring. As Heidlin started to speak up in support, Valentina gave her a sidelong glance, silencing her. Valentina herself decided to stubbornly stay put on the spot, determined to witness Mr. Fisher’s research process,
"No need, I’m not so fragile. Let’s get started. I want to see what the work of a researcher of demi-human species is like."
Mr. Fisher sighed, seemingly unsurprised that Valentina had chosen to stay. He rely seed resigned to the will of the miss and nodded, turning to the worker Parfait, who had no chance to speak,
"In that case, I shall comply with your wishes, Miss Valentina."
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