Demi-human Girls Completion Manual - Chapter 52 - 47Philone

Chapter 52 - 47Philone

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Chapter 52 of "Demi-human Girls Completion Manual" introduces the scene: 52: 47.Philone 52: 47.Philone The worst had happened; the other side had detected his intentions.It... Keep going!

52: 47.Philone 52: 47.Philone The worst had happened; the other side had detected his intentions.

It seemed that Philone was constantly watching him; under such cautious circumstances, the slightest movement could disrupt the balance.

At this moment, Fisher decided to relax, neatly placing his packed luggage and carrying his Handcane down from the second floor, he passed through the now empty dining room without pausing.

Rafael must have followed Mier and the others, Fisher sensed the Slave Emblem’s contract and discovered they were heading underground, where there must be some hidden construction.

But Fisher did not pursue Rafael; instead, he could only silently wish Rafael could handle the situation there.

There was no other reason; when he slowly walked out of Philone’s house, Handcane in hand, and came to the outside of the courtyard, Philone in a changed suit was standing quietly in the courtyard, hands behind his back looking towards the Inner City, towards the Philone City beyond the Inner City.

The night in Philone City was tranquil, from the City Lord Mansion’s elevated terrain one could see the lives of the demi-humans below.

It was deep into the night, they were either resting or sleeping, and currently, no loud noises emerged from the City Lord Mansion.

“Good evening, Mr.

Fisher.”

“Good evening.”

Fisher lit a cigarette and walked over to Philone, standing beside him, gazing at the peaceful and harmonious Inner City.

“Mr.

Fisher, it saddens me you have to leave so late…

So, you’ve already found out what I am doing?”

Fisher nodded,

“You’re trafficking souls, you’ve made high profits through selling souls, and moreover, you’ve targeted the souls of several Dragon-man Species.

You started conducting similar re

Fisher, you should see the demi-humans living inside the Inner City.

Their homelands were destroyed, nearly exterminated—why?

Because humans covet their resources, pushing them towards extinction…”

“Without my intervention, they all would have been wiped out, dying unrecognized in the quiet wilderness.

I provided them with a decent living environment.

But could all this be without a cost?

So much money needs to be paid, could just passionate fervor alone save them?”

“If you ask any of the demi-humans in this city, asking whether they would exchange a few children’s lives for a peaceful and comfortable existence, what answer do you think you would get?”

“The efficiency of the Dragon-man species’ souls in generating energy is seven to eight times that of humans; the sacrifice of one Dragon-man might save the lives of seven other children!

Isn’t that worth it?

So, I’m sorry, but I must take those few Dragon-man souls.”

“But Mr.

Fisher, I am willing to let both you and the red Dragon-man leave.

You are one of the few scholars in Nali; I’d hate for such an intelligent mind to remain on this continent in such a manner…”

The time taken for a cigarette passed, and Mr.

Fisher pinched out his cigarette, seeming unfazed by Philone’s lengthy monologue.

He simply turned his head with a profound gaze and asked Philone,

“I just want to ask you, where are those children now?”

Philone was slightly stunned, as if he had anticipated the answer, his magnetic voice tinged with a chuckle,

“Thanks to Mr.

Fisher…”

Suddenly, his suit burst open, revealing a slightly bulging steam apparatus behind him.

There, the originally miniature steam rings had been replaced with a larger backpack; the surface of the backpack had several metal canisters deeply embedded into it, as if penetrating into his body.

Steam continually burst from the backpack’s surface, moving forward along linked lines to his prosthetic right hand and a glove device covering his left hand.

The backpack vibrated slightly, and with an ethereal wailing sound, streams of pure blue energy flowed along those lines into his prosthetic hand, immediately covering his entire body in copious amounts of steam.

Then, the backpack opened slightly, with metallic armor covering the energy-transmitting lines.

His lidless eyes, through the gas mask, gazed at Mr.

Fisher in front.

He spoke word by word,

“They are with me now.”

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