Chapter 686: 114. Purpose and Sudden Incident (Two in One)
Chapter 686 of "Demi-human Girls Completion Manual" kicks off with thrilling moments: Chapter 686: 114. Purpose and Sudden Incident (Two in One)Fisher, along with Emhardt on his... Read more!
Chapter 686: 114. Purpose and Sudden Incident (Two in One)Fisher, along with Emhardt on his shoulder, descended the stairs and saw Philis, a Lion-man, yawning and folded in her arms at the bottom. The mechanic Celti generally avoided the public eye, staying in her room to work on her mechanical creations; the only one who could maintain such a work state was the scholar from Schwali, Mr. Balzac.
âGood morning, awoo,â
Philis yawned and greeted Fisher, who responded with a âGood morning.â He then turned his attention to the bustling lobby, spotting a group of demi-humans with fox-like heads following Valentina and Heidlin into the hotel, not far from the many members of the Turand Family staff who surrounded the area.
Members of the Snow Fox Species had very few Human characteristics; their bodies were entirely furry, yet they lacked the soft touch of the Cloud Cat Species or Sheep-man. They very much resembled standing foxes, capturing peopleâs attention. Fisher had just glanced over when a white Snow Fox holding a wooden basket behind a leading brown Snow Fox turned its head as if sensing his gaze.
In Junaâs eyes, the gentleman at the staircase radiated a brilliant mix of pink and light green scents, filling the room and slightly reddening her cheeks as her eyes sparkled. She gently tugged at Dalâs sleeve in front of her and whispered,
âFatherâŚâ
âOutside, you must call me Clan Leader.â
âRight⌠Clan Leader, look over there.â
Dal glanced toward Fisher, then squinted as he took a pair of petite silver-framed glasses from his sleeve. The moment he put on the glasses, not only did his vision become extremely clear, but the pink and light green scents assaulting his senses slightly skewed his glasses. His face wore an odd expression because pink denoted âinterest and affectionâ while green represented âfriendliness.â
Dal gestured with his eyes toward Fisher in the distance and asked Valentina,
âWho is thisâŚâ
Valentina glanced at Fisher, who stood with folded arms in the distance. A trace of barely noticeable annoyance crossed her faceâblaming him for being cooped up in his room for five days straight without emerging. Valentina hesitated to confront him directly, strongly suspecting he engaged in unseemly activities in his room,
âAh, he is a scholar Iâve hired, particularly interested in the history of the Northern Realm and the demi-humans. I believe you both will have topics in common.â
A scholar researching demi-humansâŚ
Dal then looked towards Valentina, wheelchair-bound, noticing constant hints of âannoyanceâ in light red and âinterest and affectionâ in pale pink in her gaze toward Fisher. Behind her, Heidlin silently rolled her eyes upon hearing Valentinaâs description of Fisherâs interests, letting out a few scents of her own.
One was deep purple for âunwelcome and disdain,â and another deep red for âannoyance,â mingled with faint traces of pinkâŚ
Observing the miraculously similar scents, Dal suddenly felt, âAre these waters deeper than I thought?â
Regardless, as the Snow Fox Clan Chief, Dal was experienced and knowledgeable, even if he detected complex scents and situations, his facial expressions remained unchanged. However, Juna kept looking in Fisherâs direction.
âPlease come this way, Clan Leader Dal. We have prepared a quiet place for conversation. By the way, you havenât had breakfast yet, have you? Iâll immediately have the servants prepareâŚâ
âNo need, we ate before entering the city. Letâs get straight to the point, Miss Valentina. After our negotiation, regardless of the outcome, we need to return to our tribe quickly.â
Valentina glanced at Clan Leader Dal, her guess about the Snow Fox Species suddenly agreeing to negotiate seemed correct; something urgent must have happened within their tribe, prompting the usually insular Snow Foxes to agree to the Seal exchange. She rubbed her ring and nodded,
âThatâs good, then please follow us.â
At the staircase, Fisher tucked Emhardt back into his hold, leaving only one eye peeking through a slight gap in his suit pocket to survey the surroundings. Fisher and Philis didnât follow the others to the elevator; instead, they headed directly to the negotiation floor via the stairs.
As they walked upstairs, Fisher suddenly realized the absence of the Schwali scholar, Mr. Balzac. He turned to Philis and asked,
âWhere is Mr. Balzac? Didnât he come down early?â
âI wouldnât know, he wasnât here when I came down. You know that Old Ba and I canât stand each other; why would I care if heâs in the restroom or slacking off⌠But I think heâs still sick; he didnât look good when I saw him yesterday.â
âStill sick?â
Fisher raised an eyebrow. Balzac had told him about his cold the day Heidlin confronted him five days ago; Heidlin should have fetched him some medicine, yet he hadnât improvedâŚ
âYeah, that guy is just a lousy Human, his body is weak. He got seasick during our trip to the Southern Ocean, itâs quite normal. Heâs probably still in the restroom, sneezing away. Better he doesnât come; if he keeps sneezing during the negotiation, it would be bad.â