Asian Girl Completion Manual

"Are you sure? I said before that they are somewhat aggressive towards living people."

"It doesn't matter. Even if they are somewhat aggressive, their physical condition does not allow them to do strenuous exercise anymore."

Fisher looked at the withered bones in the cell that were about to fall apart. Even if these people were alive, considering their long-term minimum food intake, it was already a miracle that they were alive.

Seeing that Fisher wanted to go in, Kerken finally asked the soldier to open the door of the cell and asked the soldier to pass the torch to him. He also wanted to go in with Fisher.

"Actually, you can stay outside and I can go in alone."

Keken smiled and said,

"It's okay, I can give you a torch for lighting, and if you have any questions, I can answer you as soon as possible."

Fisher nodded and stepped into the dark and damp cell first. As if aware of the entry of a living person, the patient in the cell struggled to get up, but his frail body could not move at all. He could only struggle in place, staring at Fisher with his bulging eyeballs. you.

Occasionally, a few relatively healthy patients who had only been in the cell for a short time struggled to crawl toward Fisher, stretching out their hands to reach for him frantically. But even so, they didn't have any extra energy to climb a step or two, and they still just couldn't. Able to scream helplessly in place.

"Have they been identified?"

Fisher squatted next to a patient who couldn't move. The torch was closer, and he saw the blue liquid that had dried up and stained his face. As Kerken said, the blue liquid came from his body. Seeped out.

"Ah, this. This is a bit complicated. This group of people has all kinds of identities. They are farmers, hunters in the wild, businessmen from Shivali, and maids who travel with tourists. It sounds like they have nothing in common, and according to their friends and family descriptions, they haven’t traveled to the same places, and many people get the disease without even leaving home.”

Fisher's brows furrowed more and more as he listened, becoming more and more miraculous at the details described by Kerken. If there is nothing in common, then what exactly is the cause of the disease?

"There should be no corresponding diseases in the Western Continent before, right, Mr. Fisher." Kerken squatted on the ground holding a torch and said to Fisher, "If you are interested, you can write them into your new paper. Here. Crazy Blue is just a name I randomly chose. How about the scientific name is Fisher’s Crazy Blue?”

Fisher was a little dumbfounded.

"It's not like I'm sick, why are you naming it after me?"

Kerken also laughed, and the torch swayed slightly, and the light shifted a little, allowing Fisher to see the patient's somewhat blackened blood vessels through this light.

Something is wrong.

Fisher seemed to have discovered something, borrowed a knife from the soldier next to him, and made a small cut on the patient's shriveled skin. As he roared in numb pain, blue viscous liquid slid down the wound, Dropped on the ground.

"Wait, that blue liquid is their blood?"

Keken also discovered this matter. Fisher had just noticed that the color of the bodies of these people was not right. He thought it was caused by insufficient nutritional intake, but he did not expect that the blood all over the body turned blue.

The blood vessels and body functions appear to be unaffected, and there are no other abnormalities other than the blood turning blue.

If that's the case, what about the magic circuit?

Fisher suddenly thought of this.

As long as you are a human, you must have a complete magic circuit in your body, but unlike demihumans like [Witch], the human magic circuit only occupies a very small part of the body. The current academic circles are still debating wildly about the reasons for the formation of magic circuits.

There are two mainstream views. One is that the magic circuit is a smaller biological structure. The reason why it cannot be observed is because the existing technology is not enough, so humans cannot see it with the naked eye and can only feel their existence; the other is that the magical circuit is a smaller biological structure. Another point of view is that the magic circuit exists independently of human biological structure. The reason why it can be felt by humans is that it comes from another deeper existence, such as "soul".

This thought flashed through Fisher's mind, and he suddenly picked up the cane in his hand. A halo engraved with complex patterns on the end of the cane lit up, and he gently poked the patient's body surface. The next moment, the full magic light suddenly disappeared without a trace when it touched the patient's body, causing Fisher's expression to change slightly.

"Mr. Fisher, what are you doing?"

Hearing Kerken's doubts, Fisher said nothing, but gently poked the bright cane on Kerken's pants. This time, the light of the cane snaked upwards along Kerken's body, as if there was a A winding but complete road. Then, the light circled around his body and returned to Fisher's cane.

"oh"

Keken exhaled comfortably, and when he opened his eyes again, the haze caused by alcohol had completely disappeared, "Is this... healing magic?"

Fisher nodded, the expression on his face became extremely serious,

"The magic circuit is gone in these patients."

"Disappeared?"

Keken almost dropped his jaw in shock. So far, humans have not figured out how magic circuits are formed, and they cannot even observe the existence of magic circuits using means other than magic. But now, in front of their eyes, there is actually something This disease can completely strip away the magic circuits of humans.

The reason why Fisher has not encountered this disease is because they have never encountered the disappearance of magic circuits. Of course, they do not know what would happen if humans did not have magic circuits.

"If Shivali's group of magic-forbidden scholars knew about this, their worldview would collapse."

After a moment of silence, Keken suddenly murmured.

Shivali's anti-magic scholars are an academic school in academia. They claim that magic is a life-consuming behavior based on the burden that the use of magic will put on the body. This has extended many views on the uselessness of magic circuits. .

Fisher stood up and said to Kerken,

"The conditions here are too rudimentary. I will take some samples back to Saint-Nali to take a closer look. If I have any conclusions, I will contact you as soon as possible."

Kerken took a look at the simple environment here and knew that even Fisher couldn't draw an immediate conclusion here.

I saw Fisher collecting some of their blue blood, and after confirming the status of the magic circuits in their bodies with his cane, he was ready to say goodbye to Kerken for the time being.

"Are you only here for one day?"

Walking downstairs of the prison, Keken still felt a little regretful. "It's better to stay here for a while. I just heard that the Koxining Circus is touring the southern continent recently, and I'm planning to go and have a look."

Faced with Kerken's invitation, Fisher laughed. After all, he had just brought Rafael and the others out from Kozanin. I wonder if the group leader named Colin would be so scared that he would run away immediately if he saw him again.

"Forget it, I have other important things to do." He glanced at Rafael, who was looking in a certain direction, "If you have a chance, go back to Saint-Leis and invite you to the opera house."

"It would be more appropriate to go to the Black Mamba Palace."

He smiled gentlemanly. The Black Mamba Palace is an expensive restaurant in Saint-Nali. It specializes in a kind of Black Mamba wine. It was previously reserved for the royal family. It was only sold to the public after the parliamentary reform. Although it is expensive, .

Fisher nodded, said goodbye to Kerken who was riding in the carriage, and then deliberately walked along the street where subhuman slaves were sold.

Rafael followed him without saying a word. Even though the atmosphere on the street was lively, the atmosphere between them was strangely silent, like a thick pool of water.

"Gentlemen passing by, please take a look at my goods. The werewolves who can look after the home and the precious dragon race. Their blood and scales are precious treasures!"

Fisher glanced at the trembling young draconic creature in the cage. His footsteps there paused slightly, as if he was waiting for something, but after a second or two, the atmosphere was still silent.

So he squeezed his hat, picked up his cane and walked to the racecourse.

Rafael behind him looked at the draconic slave in the cage. He clenched his claws with gritted teeth and tied a small swirly knot at the end of his tail. People who are familiar with draconic people must know that this is The dragon race is about to explode.

"Go, go, where are the dragon slaves from? Get away quickly and don't block the way here."

Perhaps Rafael had been standing in front of the cage for too long, so the bandaged hunter let out a "tsk" and waved his hand to Rafael as if to shoo away a fly. But she just lowered her head, and steam began to come out of her clothes again, which startled the hunter and subconsciously stepped back.

"Where's your damn master? Why do you let something like this roam the streets!"

"Raphael."

Rafael's body paused slightly, and she turned her head stiffly. All she could see was in front of her. Fisher turned his head to look at her and spoke softly.

She understood the meaning of Fisher's words. The game belonged to the two of them. If she dared to attack other humans, the game would not continue, so Lal and the others...

Rafael seemed to be biting her teeth into pieces. She lowered her head and fell silent, and even the frightening steam slowly subsided.

"Haha, your damn master finally knows the harm of letting a mad dog like you run around. Get away from me quickly, or I will call the soldiers to come and arrest that damn bastard!"

Seeing this scene, the frightened slave trader beside him seemed to have seen her being restrained by the slave mark. His expression became angry again, and he pointed his finger at Rafael and shouted.

Although Rafael couldn't understand human language, she could clearly see the disgusting expression on the hunter's face.

Damn, damn, damn, damn, damn! !

Damn humans!

Damn it! !

"Roar!!"

The steam from her body exploded suddenly, burning the slave trader next to her and flying him backwards. She couldn't bear it anymore, the sharp claws in her hands opened like five knives, her eyes suddenly narrowed, and she rushed towards the tall Fisher, who had his back turned to her.

The anger in her heart seemed to be burning her body to death, and the steam roaring from her body made passers-by retreat in fear for fear of being hurt by this crazy dragon man.

But the gentleman in the center of Rafael's field of vision still did not move.

Fisher just looked back at her slightly, with his left hand on his hat. Under the pure black hat brim, his eyes were frighteningly cold.

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