Chapter 473 - 32. Phoenix Feather Robe
Chapter 473 of "Demi-human Girls Completion Manual" commences with: "Hmm, relics... Feather Robes... I spent a lot of money collecting them."Just then, it seemed... Donât miss the next part!
"Hmm, relics... Feather Robes... I spent a lot of money collecting them."
Just then, it seemed Emhardt sniffed out the scent of relics from inside Fisherâs pocket and quickly climbed out, his eyes gleaming as he stared at the blades affixed inside Ossieâs cloak,
"Fisher, Fisher! Those arenât 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 Emhardtâs sudden words, Fisher glanced at him and asked,
"...Wait, how many relics did the Angel Species actually craft for the Phoenix? Didnât 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 Emhardtâs words, and along with Steel Blade, looked towards the Book Knight who was seemingly excited on Fisherâs shoulder,
"I mean, there are only four Phoenix holy objects! I didnât 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 objectâthe Phoenix Feather Robe. A highly skilled Holy Descendant replicated the forging process hundreds of times with high-purity Magic Ore, creating a unified holy object from a hundred blades. However, itâs 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 canât completely cover your feathers, it should still be usable."
Fisher took a look at the daggers beneath Ossieâs 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 time, these daggers scattered, and for those who didnât know, each dagger became a separate relic.
That is, Ossie, who capitalized on the resentment, 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 donât know..."
"Donât know?"
"Hmm... My mom was a guard of the Hammond family, and my dad lived in a tribe in the Snow Mountains. Dad came to the Southern Sardinia Female Country in the Northern Realm to collect these relics and met 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 me."
"So, maybe by continuing to look for these relics, I could meet my dad... I donât 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 metal clashing, making it hard to notice the rows of dangerous dagger relics hidden inside.
It was like this last time when she was brought onto the ship after facing the Siren; at that time, he was too busy observing what her Grey Bird Speciesâ body looked like to realize the oddity beneath her cloak.
"Alagina never told me about this."
"She... doesnât know, I havenât talked to her about these things..."
"But youâre telling me all this?"
"Um... I saw you helping that blonde Nali girl, helping her integrate into this ship, helping her reconcile with the crew members who had conflicts. I saw that after you came 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 me."
Ossie crossed her legs, and for some reason, her heart rate was gradually increasing.
It wasnât the bashfulness of being emotionally moved but the nervousness of revealing secrets. For some reason, she felt she had said too much in front of Fisher...
But he seemed 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 become a bit strange after we left the Sardinia Female Country. She was as close to her original subordinates as sisters, yet I couldnât do that..."
"On the ship, I was the only demi-human. Even though they didnât look down on me because of the Frost Phoenix, I still... felt different from them. I just felt... a bit lonely and wanted to change, but everyone else seemed accustomed to it, so I felt like I should be too..."
"I... sometimes secretly practiced conversations with Steel Blade, letting it speak on my behalf to the other crew members, but most of the time... I could only watch them, so..."
Fisher watched Ossie sitting on the bed. He then took Elliogâs bag of Nali gold coins out of his pocket, sorted out a few coins, and placed them on the table next to him. Under Ossieâs puzzled gaze, Fisher turned to her and said,
"I understand. Letâs 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 me 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."
Emhardtâs eyes went dead fish like, he hurriedly made eye signals to Ossie, but at that moment, Ossie was already captivated by the content of Fisherâs words and didnât notice him. Only the parrot in her arms looked at him but had no clue what he meant.
"Iâve mentioned before, Iâm a scholar studying the demi-human race, and Iâve always been very interested in the demi-humans of the Northern Realm. I want to gather some information on the Grey Bird Species from you."
"Is that all?"
Ossie seemed somewhat incredulous, wondering if Fisherâs request was essentially the same 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,
"Thatâs all, just let me 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 mustnât be known by Alagina. She likes you a lot... I just want a little help, donât want to cause any misunderstandings."
Originally, Fisher wanted Ossie to keep this matter a secret, although with her socially anxious personality she likely wouldnât 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.
"Itâs a deal. The first step now is to take this money, go buy some food from the boss downstairs, and when you come back, we can discuss and study how to help you."
Ossie looked at the gold coins in Fisherâs hand, extended her wing-like arms to catch the coins, then tucked them back into her pocket. Fisher wasnât 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 me, it will be over quickly."
Ossie, her face slightly flushed hidden within the cloak, became 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 Fisherâs words, just turned her head, opened the door, and left the room.