Asian Girl Completion Manual

There are many classic stories spread in every country. The common people in Nali spread the story of the golden king, the legend of Gedelin, or the daughter of a noble family living in the castle who eloped with so-and-so. It could be that the farmer who was responsible for repairing the waterwheel discovered large tracts of gold in the river.

Nali people like this kind of bloody story that is more relevant to life, just like the kind of graceful love sung in "Moonlight Night", which is similar to their own lives but has a touch of magic.

But the story of Shivali is completely different. It may be because even their founding emperor firmly believed that killing the giant snake would bring good luck. Therefore, there are many gods and ghosts spread among the people in Shivali, and it is difficult to find out the truth. Fake story.

Fisher smuggled himself into Shivali from Narli and then crossed the entire Shivali to reach the border of Kadu. Along the way, he learned about "the devil's bell ringing in the middle of the night", "conscious magic", and "ecdysis monsters". "We are completely immune to this kind of legend.

So when Fisher sat in the carriage and listened to the Shivali driver he hired repeating this kind of story again, he was a little impatient.

"Every night, our village will be attacked by unknown monsters, but the frequency of that thing's arrival is very irregular. Some people say that the monster is an old pervert with a huge wolf head and covered with feathers. He often knocks on the widow's head. He also likes to sneak around and catch the chickens in our chicken pen."

In the carriage, Fisher, wearing a white shirt and overalls, was holding a quill in his hand and planning his route based on the map next to him.

Entering Swali this time, he pretended to be a city reporter from Clemion, the capital of Swali, and traveled around specifically to investigate these strange news in the countryside. In fact, his true purpose was to find the secrets hidden in the Western Continent. A rare demihuman race, a witch.

Next to the map on Fisher's desk, a book with golden light is displaying the contents of its title page, which are four destined prophecies. The last sentence is,

[The immortal witch used magic to write epitaphs for them]

"Stealing chicken? What next?"

The driver outside had just finished speaking this paragraph in a rather bold Swali language. Fisher did not listen to the words outside at all. He just acted as a ruthless compliment with an expressionless face. This could minimize the risk of exposing his identity. , after all, the relationship between Swali and Nari is not good now, otherwise King Gedelin IX would not send Elizabeth to the border.

Thinking of a certain lady with golden eyes and a smart smile, Fisher paused while holding the quill and dipping it in ink, and did not write the next word for a long time.

"Then? Hey, it's weird. The men in our village were worried that demi-humans or strange-looking monsters from the wild would come to attack the village, so they stayed outside their houses for a long time at night, waiting for the monster to come. He caught it. The result was really strange. Every time we kept vigil, he would not appear, and then the chickens in the pen would disappear out of thin air as soon as we rested."

"Could it be that the chicken got lost?"

Fisher continued to be perfunctory, giving an incoherent response to show that he was listening.

"How could it be possible that he got lost?! There was indeed a monster stealing our chickens. Yalina picked up a very long black feather in the chicken pen the next day, and what's even more terrifying is that her son was in the chicken pen. When I woke up in a daze at night, I actually saw the figure of a woman catching chickens in the chicken coop at my home. The chickens didn't say a word, as if they were bewitched!"

"The villagers think that thing is either a mountain god in the mountains or some kind of monster or monster, but some people say that thing is a witch!"

Fisher's writing movement stopped abruptly. He didn't listen to any of his previous words, but his attention was attracted by the last word of the old man.

After pausing for a second, he put down the quill in his hand and pushed open the carriage door. He looked at the old man driving the carriage with a pipe in his mouth.

"Repeat the story just now, what kind of witch?"

"Huh? Oh, that's right. Chickens have been missing from the chicken coop in our village since a few months ago. Wait, you didn't listen to me just now?"

The old man looked back at the young gentleman sitting in the carriage. The gentleman's face was handsome and angular. He clearly had a strong scholarly spirit but had a somewhat cold appearance. His expression was serious, which made the old man who just wanted to complain curl his lips. , and then continued,

"Okay, that's it"

After finishing the story again, Fisher sat behind the door and touched his chin. Originally, he came near the border of Shivali and Kadu because of the witch. The junction here has a very complex mountainous structure, and various This ancient forest has been preserved to this day. According to records in ancient classics, many witches' activities in history have been recorded nearby.

Now that he had caught an obvious clue, Fisher suddenly had a target. No matter whether it was true or not, it was best to check it first.

"It's interesting. How often does she come over and steal chickens?"

"It's impossible to tell. Sometimes it comes once a week, and sometimes it comes several times a week, and the time of each visit is different. The widows said they felt someone approaching in the middle of the night, but the little kid saw the woman It's almost dawn. But she hasn't stolen anything this week."

"I understand, I am very interested in her, so I will help you keep vigil this week to see if I can catch her."

But after hearing this, the old man in front quickly shook his head and advised,

"Oh, oh, oh, this can't be done. You are a reporter from the city. You are going to guard a thief who doesn't know who he is this late at night. If something happens, it won't be worth the loss. To be honest, I have been there for several days. After failing to catch the thing for the first time, the villagers were frightened by the evil thing, and they would rather she steal something than hurt anyone."

Fisher smiled silently and stretched out the cane standing next to him. He saw that the cane soon spread thin white light.

"Is this, magic? Oh my God, I only saw it when I was a child when I went to the city to attend prayers. It was just a magic that could turn on a light."

In fact, most magic is far away from civilians. The high cost of magic is not something they can consider, and they have no use for it at all, so they rightly think that all the magicians who can use magic are in the city. An incredible big shot.

"Don't worry about me. If anything happens, I can guarantee your own safety, and you won't be responsible even if something happens."

Nonsense, Fischer is now a stowaway from Nali. His identity cannot stand verification at all. If something happens to him, the Shivali government will thank these villagers for helping to subdue the Nali spy.

"Besides, the village faces an attack by an unknown monster every night. I think you have had enough, right?"

Since Fisher said so, of course the old man would not refuse even if he opened his mouth. He even felt in his heart that this reporter from the city really thought about them, instead of just coming here to find some irrelevant news. Leave quickly, and then the people will be attracted to kill the time, and they will also get the gimmick, but the details of the civilians who actually discovered these things are probably no one pays attention to.

"Okay, we're here, this is our village."

The carriage slowly stopped at the entrance of the village. What appeared in front of Fisher's eyes was a quiet and peaceful but small village. It had all the elements such as cooking smoke, running water, waterwheels, etc. As he walked further into the village, it soon became clear that I saw a dense jungle in the distance.

Deep in the jungle are the mountains extending from Shivali to the border of Kadu. The continuous mountains are still forbidden areas for humans. They can be called a natural moat and isolate the northern border between Shivali and Kadu.

The two countries only set up border patrol troops on the edge of each other's jungles, while the mountains in the middle have truly become a natural holy land, a mysterious no-no zone.

Walking more than ten miles ahead from this village, you can see Shivali's border outpost. However, Fisher did not intend to go there unless necessary, even though he brought a lot of magic and Haier. Sen gave him a graduation gift, but it was still too dangerous to cross a country's border privately.

The old man happily received Fisher in his home, where he also had a wife and two daughters who were not yet ten years old. The eldest son, who was twenty years old, went to work in a factory in the city and only came back every year. twice.

And when they heard that Fisher, a big reporter, was going to help them keep vigil at night, the old man's wife kept talking and shared with Fisher the identity of the monster she speculated. They were both talkative people. Even the two daughters can mix in a word or two,

"I heard that there used to be an exiled Shivali magician in the mountains. That guy studied a forbidden magic and was convicted and exiled by the king! That magic wanted to kill living people and use their organs to perform magic, even if Even after being exiled here, he still refuses to stop and even wants to use his own daughter for magic experiments."

"People in our village say that the woman who came to steal the chicken was the spirit of the dead daughter of the Shivali magician. She had been abused during her lifetime and always wanted to eat a meal of chicken, so she came here to steal the chicken every day."

In the midst of such conversation, the night was getting dark, and Fisher was also preparing to go on duty outside the village as agreed to see if anyone came to steal the chicken. The old man wanted to persuade him, but seeing that Fisher was too Persistent, he had no choice but to give Fisher his hunting single-barreled shotgun for him to defend himself.

He was lying alone in a pile of straw outside the chicken coop. This way he could not only keep warm but also hide his figure as much as possible. There were not many people raising chickens, so he slept here very close to every chicken coop. He held his arms With muskets and canes, everyone's chickens were counted before they lay down.

In the sky, a huge and extremely cold full moon has risen into the sky without knowing when. The countless bright stars beside it seem to be just embellishments, unable to cover up the brilliance of the huge moon.

Fisher opened his eyes and listened vigilantly to any disturbance next to him, but nothing happened until the moonlight became darker and darker and Fisher's eyelids became heavier and heavier.

"Giggle.."

Surrounded by a little crowing of cocks, for some reason, Fisher's eyelids became heavier and heavier, and his consciousness seemed to slowly sink into a dream. The scene in the dream was extremely dark, and Fisher was alone. Standing in the dead darkness, until a certain moment, a bright full moon suddenly rose in front of his eyes, staring at him coldly.

The cold gaze instantly jolted Fisher awake, and he suddenly remembered that he was still looking after chickens for others.

He staggeredly sat up from the pile of straw, only to find that the surroundings were frighteningly quiet at this time.

It was still midnight. When he looked up at the sky, under the huge full moon, there was a purple lark standing on the roof of a villager's house. The feathers of the lark were extremely beautiful under the night sky. Looking at Fisher who woke up, it even tilted its head in a humane manner.

"Lark?"

An unknown premonition came to his mind. He quickly looked around the chicken pens around him and looked at the chicken pen under the eaves where the lark was standing. He was surprised to find that there was a chicken missing there!

"Goo!"

The lark seemed to have noticed that Fisher had noticed the clue. The next moment it spread its wings and flew towards a certain direction in the forest. The surroundings were completely silent. The other villagers basically had no fighting power. Even if they screamed, they would only give a warning. Fisher's burden increased, so he followed the direction of the bird's flight alone and chased away.

The lark led Fisher all the way to the mountain forest behind the village. When the night wind passed by, under the illumination of the huge full moon, the entire forest seemed to be anxious, but Fisher's face was cold, not at all because of this battle. In a panic, he also held a spinner's thread behind him, worried that he would get lost in the forest.

"Goo!"

The lark flying in the forest seemed to have found a certain direction. It made a crisp sound and landed quickly at the same time. Fisher's steps also stopped at this time.

For no other reason than there was fire in the direction in front.

He frowned, holding his cane and looking in the direction of the fire, only to find that it was a small clearing in the forest. In the center of the clearing, a pile of firewood was being roasted on a fire. A stripped chicken was skewered on a wooden skewer.

Fisher raised his eyebrows and looked in the direction of the owner holding the wooden pick. The first thing that caught his eye was a head of black hair spreading like a waterfall.

"Huh huh huh~"

The black-haired owner was humming a song that Fisher couldn't recognize. She was squatting in front of the fire and concentrating on roasting the chicken. Her hair was too long, and the simple linen clothes she was wearing were It covered a lot, but even so, it still couldn't cover up her bumpy figure.

The lark chased by Fisher all the way fell on her shoulder obediently, and whispered something in her ear. The next moment, the woman turned her head and looked at Fisher's face in surprise. direction.

Under her black hair, she had a beautiful face, and a pair of bottomless purple eyes exuded seductive charm. Then, her beautiful face showed obvious panic.

"Ugh!"

"Cuckoo!"

Just when she spoke, Fisher discovered that several larks that were exactly the same as those on her shoulders had fallen on the surrounding branches at the same time. The moment the woman spoke, all the birds began to make a "coo" sound. sound.

After seeing Fisher catching up and still holding a musket, she was so panicked that she immediately stood up and prepared to run in the other direction of the woods. Even so, she still held the skewer of roasted chicken in her hand.

Then the next second, to Fischer's surprise, she might have been squatting for too long, and she didn't notice that her legs were numb from squatting, and then the sudden rise caused her left leg to trip over her right leg. All of a sudden, I fell down on the spot and was like a dog eating shit.

"thump!"

This set of operations stunned Fisher. It was not until a second later that he jumped down with the cane in his hand and rushed towards the chicken thief.

"run?"

Fisher didn't want to hurt her, he just wanted to control her and prevent her from escaping, so he used his magic power to attach to the cane and hit her body, thus hitting her body and magic circuit at the same time. Even the toughest tough guy in the world would find it unbearable.

Seeing that she was still trying to run away, Fisher hit her on the back with his cane.

"Ouch."

The woman let out a cry of pain and made an extremely cute sound. Then she quickly squatted down, held her head in her hands and shouted loudly,

"Don't fight, don't fight, ugh. I'm a good person, I'm a human being, I didn't do anything, help me, I'm killing someone!"

The woman held the chicken in her hand and protected her face with her hands. A series of sounds like bombing came. The first half of the sentence was in Nali, and the second half was composed of Swali and Kadu. It was as if she was afraid that Fisher wouldn't understand and would beat her to death.

The woman's cry of pain made Fisher's movement of holding the cane stop abruptly. He looked at the woman holding the chicken fragilely and curled up on the ground trembling. He couldn't bear it for a moment. He was silent for a second. Then he took back the cane in his hand, frowned and looked at the woman with a blurry face in front of him,

"Who are you and why do you steal other people's things?"

This sentence was said in Swali language. He did not want to reveal his identity as Nali.

But at this moment of compassion and the deep moonlight, Fisher did not notice that the expression of the woman in front of him hidden under the black hair turned into a "successful" smile. The next moment, she stood up and lifted up the chicken delicately. When her black hair fell on her forehead, her beautiful expression was filled with pity and grievance caused by pain.

She didn't seem to want to reveal her identity, but she carefully glanced at the cane in Fisher's hand, for fear that he would hit her again, so in the end she nodded and said in an extremely delicate tone,

"I didn't mean to steal other people's things. It's just that I'm too hungry and can't help it, so please stop hitting me. It hurts so much, woo woo woo."

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Fisher remained expressionless and did not speak. He just continued to look at her, as if waiting for her to explain.

The other party cautiously raised his head and looked around. In the peripheral vision, he saw that the other party had no intention of attacking again. The other side immediately opened his mouth to explain,

"I am actually the daughter of a Swali magician. My father took me to hide in the mountains and forests a long time ago in order to study magic and live there. But since my father passed away, it has been difficult for me to be alone. I survived in the forest, so I came out of the mountains because I had no other choice. I was really hungry, but I couldn’t do anything else except steal other people’s food.”

Her words were vivid and pitiful. Fisher held the cane and saw the scab wounds on her arms from the corner of his eye. Her ankles were also bruised from the fall just now. She looked seriously injured. appearance.

The woman in front of her became uncomfortable because of Fisher's naked look. She covered her skin uneasily. The next moment, there was an obvious sound from her stomach.

She was so hungry that the woman lowered her head in embarrassment, glanced at the chicken in her hand and swallowed.

".Eat, I want to ask you a few questions."

Noticing that his gaze was indeed a bit ungentlemanly, the young Fisher coughed sheepishly to cover up his embarrassment, then he stood up and looked at her, saying this.

"Can I eat it?"

"You have stolen it so many times. Even if you don't eat it now, do you still expect the roasted chicken to turn into a live chicken and return to the farmer's chicken pen?"

After hearing this, the woman in front of her finally couldn't help it any longer. She took a big bite of the cooked chicken and enjoyed the rare delicacy.

"Thank you, good man!"

"You can't be called a good person. So, you were the one who stole chickens from the village below?"

The woman ate the chicken in her hand and pretended not to hear, as if she was temporarily deaf, which almost made Fisher laugh angrily. When he raised the cane in his hand again, her expression immediately turned pitiful. stand up,

"It's me! It's me! I know this is wrong, but I'm really hungry and there's nothing I can do about it, right?"

Fisher raised his eyebrows and asked with some confusion,

"The villagers reported many unnatural phenomena to me. I thought the person who stole things was a witch."

Renee's pupils shrank slightly as she was eating chicken. She quickly waved her hands and explained with a dry smile,

"How is it possible? How can I be a witch?"

"And what are those larks in the trees?"

"That is. That is my father's own magic. He is a magician who is very knowledgeable in magic. Well, if you can give me some more food, I can take you to see my father's original magic. Shivali magic!”

Fisher was a little moved when he heard this, but he thought that he still had to "find the immortal witch" to complete, so there was no need to waste too much time here. If there was no witch in Shivali, then he would have to It's going in another direction, and even the journey takes a long, long time.

After hesitating for a moment, he shook his head and said,

"No need, I have other things to do. However, it is unrealistic for you to keep stealing other people's chickens. I will compensate you and the villagers for the chickens you stole before. You can take care of the rest by yourself."

After seemingly confirming that the woman in front of him was really harmless and just an ordinary chicken thief, Fisher held his cane and prepared to turn around and leave.

But behind him, the woman's pitiful expression disappeared in an instant. She looked at the man in front of her carefully, as if she saw some dangerous aura on him, and then quickly opened her mouth, using He asked with some trembling tone,

"Wait! Are you...are you looking for someone?"

"Well, you know I'm looking for someone?"

"Well, I saw you hiding in the bushes this morning. You were asking the villagers about something. I couldn't hear clearly, but you seemed to be looking for some kind of witch?"

Fisher turned back expressionlessly and looked at the harmless and pitiful woman sitting there. He scanned the wounds all over her body and said,

"I'm looking for an [immortal witch], do you have any clues about her?"

"An immortal witch?"

She paused for a moment, then tilted her head naturally, as if she was thinking.

But Fisher didn't notice that although her expression was natural now, all the larks in the tree were looking at his figure at this time.

"Well, I don't know for sure. But there are many records about witches in my father's magic tower. There may be clues."

At this point, her movement of speaking stopped abruptly, and she just blinked and looked at Fisher in front of her.

Fisher knew what she meant at one glance. This guy was asking for payment.

"So, what do you want me to do for you?"

"Just one dinner. It would be better if you could give me some money. But in addition to helping you find information, I will also show you the unique magic my father has researched!"

She said this without thinking, but Fisher squinted his eyes and looked at her. To be cautious, it was better not to trust the chicken thief in front of him too much.

"No need, you can take care of yourself, take your leave."

The woman in front of her pursed her lips, and then smiled reluctantly,

"Okay, actually, I just don't dare to go back after I left my father's magic tower. There are many dangerous beasts in the mountains. I'm afraid that a person will be eaten if he goes there, but all my father's things are still there. , I want to get them back. But no matter what, thank you for not caring about my stealing."

Fisher glanced at her and then waved his hand, turned around and left with his cane. The woman sat there hugging her knees and looked at his back quietly, as if she was watching him leave.

But out of sight of Fisher, the woman's watch under the firelight turned into an intriguing smile. She gently raised three fingers and watched Fisher walk further and further away.

As Fisher walked further and further away, the fingers on her hand were broken off one by one. When the last index finger was put down, Fisher's movements in the distance stopped abruptly, and he sighed. tone, looking back at the woman with a pitiful expression,

"I'm going back to take care of some funeral arrangements and prepare some supplies. It's too dangerous to enter the forest at night. It's best to leave during the day. I will bring you food tomorrow. Don't steal anymore. In return, please give me a check Information about the witch and show me your father’s magic, deal?”

The dim purple eyes of the woman in front of her became brighter little by little. She was a little disbelieving, but she seemed to feel grateful that Fisher could agree to her.

"Okay, I promise you!"

"Well, that's it."

Just when Fisher turned around and was about to leave, the woman suddenly called out to Fisher again.

Under her messy hair, a bright smile bloomed on her not-so-clean face. Her purple eyes were deeper than the dazzling stars, making it difficult to see the specific meaning.

She smiled innocently and asked Fisher,

"I forgot to introduce myself and ask your name. What is your name?"

"My name is Renee."