Demi-human Girls Completion Manual - Chapter 472 - 32. Phoenix Feather Robe

Chapter 472 - 32. Phoenix Feather Robe

Words : 888 Author : Yiweimi

Chapter 472 of "Demi-human Girls Completion Manual" opens revealing the plot: Fisher leaned against the window, gently reached behind him to close the window, and shut... Discover what happens!

Fisher leaned against the window, gently reached behind him to close the window, and shut out the noise of Patulshen Island completely. He was just about to turn around to take a good look at Ossie behind him, pondering how to study her thoroughly, when he turned and met her gaze.

"Staring..."

A second after she noticed Fisher looking at her, she turned her head back expressionlessly, but her body honestly moved her butt in the opposite direction on the bed, holding the Steel Blade. It seemed she was trying to alleviate the awkwardness of making eye contact with Fisher.

There were two beds in the room; she sat on the inner bed, while Fisher sat on the one near the window.

Although Ossie didn’t look at him anymore, the Steel Blade in her arms was not so honest. It kept peeking out, tilting its head as if to greet him, just in a not so friendly manner.

"Idiot... idiot..."

Emhardt, peeking out of the pocket with only one eye, couldn’t help but snicker upon hearing the parrot’s voice, as if he was pleased that it was not scolding Fisher, but him. However, his pleasure didn’t last more than a second, as Fisher forcefully stuffed it back the next moment.

"Steel Blade... don’t do that..."

Hidden under her cloak, Ossie’s wings awkwardly hugged the colorful parrot tighter and forcefully turned its head away from Fisher. Yet, she continued to sit on the bed without looking at Fisher, her voice as soft and pitiful as the sound of a mosquito fluttering its wings in the distance.

Fisher gazed at her back, already starting to figure out how to talk to her to make her cooperate with his research. Before he could speak, however, her stomach made a very loud "gurgle."

"Gurgle~"

Her body shuddered, and the figure sitting on the bed moved a bit further from Fisher. But sensing no reaction from Fisher behind her, she thought he hadn’t heard, so she stealthily turned to look at him again. She saw him still looking at her and realized he had noticed the noise of her stomach, which frightened her into quickly turning back and curling up.

"Are you hungry?"

She turned her profile to him in a way that kept Fisher from seeing her actual expression and didn’t say a word.

After hearing Fisher’s words, she pursed her lips, turned her head toward him, and gently nodded.

"Mm..."

As the Iceberg Queen approached Patulshen Island that morning, all the crew had gotten busy around five or six o’clock and had breakfast at that time. Now, it was just past noon, so it was normal for her to feel hungry.

Luckily for Ossie, it was more normal for her. If it were Moli, she probably would have already started being hungry for the third meal by now.

Somewhat amused, Fisher stood up and looked around the room, then said,

"The hotel offers meal service. I can’t show my face right now, you can go ask the staff downstairs for one... no, two lunches. I don’t know when Alagina will be back, but it shouldn’t be very soon, we’ll just look after ourselves."

Upon hearing Fisher’s words, the eyes on Ossie’s cloak brightened slightly, and she nodded again but still didn’t move from her spot, keeping the same posture and watching Fisher.

This puzzled Fisher, unsure of what she was plotting,

"What’s wrong?"

"I..."

Ossie’s legs, hanging off the side of the bed, shifted uncomfortably and her face, largely covered by the cloak, shrank back even more as she said somewhat embarrassed,

"I don’t have any money..."

"No money?"

Now it was Fisher’s turn to be surprised. During his time on the Iceberg Queen, he had come to understand the ship’s division of spoils. Although Alagina was captain, she did not take the majority of the earnings like other pirate captains but took only slightly more than the ordinary crew members. By this logic, the Chief Officer and Second Officer should also have some.

This division method suited Alagina and her loyal crew well, but even so, Alagina had already saved quite a bit of money. You, as the Second Officer, shouldn’t be out of money...

Hearing Fisher’s question, Ossie looked even more embarrassed. She lowered her head a little and silently opened her cloak, revealing her body dressed in sailor’s clothes.

Only then when she proactively lifted the inside of her cloak toward Fisher did he suddenly notice the numerous sharp daggers tied underneath. They were lined like a layer of soft armor against the inside of the cloak, and for some reason, they didn’t seem to cut her skin. Fisher had not felt anything under her cloak during their previous interaction.

Looking closely, the dagger’s design appeared somewhat strange, seemingly made from some eerie material, emitting a faint bluish-green hue, as cold as a piece of frost and as light as a feather.

All these characteristics undoubtedly indicated to Fisher that these daggers were not ordinary.

"Is this, a relic?"

Feeling Fisher’s gaze penetrate the cloak, Ossie slightly dropped her cloak a bit more unnaturally and then nodded, starting to explain.

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