Asian Girl Completion Manual

After getting off the stage, Fisher sat quietly next to Damian. Feeling that the muscular principal next to him had an unpleasant look on his face, he leaned over and explained in a low voice,

"I have streamlined it a lot, otherwise I could talk for more than ten minutes in a row. After all, I haven't been on stage in six years. Please understand."

Damian looked at Fisher next to him for a long time, then took a breath and said,

".I know."

Damian's face was not good-looking, and the other people in the institute felt even more angry but helpless. Speaking out the institute's problems in such a public place was already a slap in the face, and there was no need for Fisher to add more. There are many adjectives. Anyway, it is estimated that these bachelors will look at the institute as if they are looking at a pig farm for the next whole year.

Damian just hoped that this would have some effect. Anyway, he would inevitably be called to talk by the Griffin Party's comrades when he went back.

The opening ceremony ended quickly. Fisher did not stay to have lunch with Hailsham and the others. He wanted to find his "old friends" to find clues about the Witch Research Society and the Immortal Witch, so he was ready to leave first.

When leaving, he specially pulled down the brim of his gentleman's hat, so as not to be discovered by the fanatical young bachelor behind him, who would stop him and ask questions, even ask for an autograph. The reason was probably that he had to wait until before the exam to get his signature. Hanging the signature on the bedside will help them pass the exam.

Fisher, who was walking in the corner with a low profile, slowly passed the countless crowds and walked towards the door of the Royal Academy. Suddenly, he caught a glimpse of a quiet lady standing beside the entrance of the Royal Academy, wearing a big hat. The hat that covered her face blocked the hottest sunshine in Nali. The elegant long skirt wrapped her beautiful and soft body. She put her hands in front of her body, as if she was integrated with the surrounding environment.

The lady seemed to be waiting for someone. A strange majesty spread along the air, deterring many men who wanted to strike up a conversation.

Fisher opened his mouth and turned around subconsciously. He was about to go out through the side door, but he saw several guards with guns on the side in the distance.

A feeling of being seen through came to his mind. Fisher sighed, straightened his collar, then lifted up the gentleman's hat that was deliberately lowered, and walked towards the lady standing at the door.

The lady did not look back, her long golden hair was tied behind her back. She quietly looked at the stone bricks on the steps of the Royal Academy outside until she felt the approach of a gentleman.

"Your Highness Elizabeth."

Fisher made a gentleman's greeting, with a serious expression on his face. At first glance, he looked like a standard Nari gentleman.

But the lady did not look back. Instead, a gentle smile appeared at the corner of her mouth.

"Mr. Fisher treats everyone, including the king, informally. This at least shows that you are sincere in your treatment of them, and do whatever you think in your heart. But to me, you have always maintained a hypocritical politeness."

She turned around, her pale golden eyes as empty and broad as an ocean, only the overflowing gentleness was the most touching.

That is a woman who can best be described with the word "princess". That is, only the most elegant, strongest, and most beautiful woman can be called a princess, and there is only one person recognized throughout the country who can bear this title. That That is the "eldest princess" - Her Royal Highness Elisabeth Gedlin.

After hearing this, Fisher smiled and explained,

"I dare not. I have always been loyal and respectful to the royal family, especially to you."

Elizabeth didn't look at him, just smiled, took out a small gift box and handed it to Fisher with one hand.

"I have received your reply. This is the perfume Queen Swali gave me last month as a souvenir when you came back."

Fisher took the small gift box, but captured the key information in the other party's words. Before, Shivali and Nali were still in the cold war. It was only this month that there were rumors that Nali and Shivali were going to be on good terms again. But last month, Elizabeth got this bottle of perfume from the queen of Shivali. .

Namely, she secretly visited Shivali last month and brokered the re-establishment of good relations between the two countries.

But why did she give herself perfume, or Shivali's perfume?

Schwali's men's perfumes are a bit hard to describe, because they are very masculine, and many of their perfumes have a very strong smell. It is not the smell of female incense, but a beast-like scent. Anyway, Fisher bets that no woman would like this bottle of perfume. Renee would definitely laugh until her stomach hurts if she knew about it, but I don’t know if the draconian Raphael would like this.

In fact, his thoughts only lasted a moment, but when Fisher was about to say "Thank you, Your Highness" to Elizabeth, he looked up and saw her ancient and calm golden eyes, as if she had been looking at him for a long time. .

"Thank you, Your Highness."

Elizabeth smiled and turned her head, slowly holding her skirt and walking downwards. Below, a golden carriage protected by soldiers had been waiting there for a long time.

"No thanks, it's just a souvenir."

She didn't ask Fisher for a gift in return, she just held her skirt and slowly walked onto the carriage. After waiting for the carriage door to close, she slowly left the scene under the protection of the soldiers. Fisher stood still and didn't move until her The carriage completely disappeared from sight.

In the carriage, where Fisher could not see, Elizabeth had gently taken off the foreign hat on her head. Without opening the outside window, she reached out and dipped some tea into the black tea on the table inside the carriage. I gently wrote on the desktop,

"I've already had sex with other women, is there at least one romantic partner?"

She doesn't have a terrifying super power like mind reading, she just relies on the answers she gets through observation.

Elizabeth's beautiful profile looked at the tea stains on the table motionless, and then she reached out and waved her hand, and the tea stains on the table ignited with a golden flame, quickly burning all traces on it.

But behind the golden flame, those hollow and gentle golden eyes were frighteningly cold.

Watching the golden carriage surrounded by soldiers going further and further away, Fisher took a long breath, then checked the bottle of perfume as a souvenir, and only felt relieved after confirming that there was no strange thing engraved on it. Take it.

He had met Elizabeth when he was in school. She was the apple of the eye of the entire college at that time, and she had so many auras that she could not count them. Fisher won the first place in the quadrennial "Griffin Games", and she Promise in front of the whole school that Fisher can agree to his request once, any request is fine.

The whole school knew about this, and when everyone thought that Fisher was about to join the royal branch, he didn't ask for anything.

This request is still in effect. After all, Elizabeth said "this promise will remain valid until her death." However, a gentleman who likes ladies would actually reject this seemingly tempting request. Fisher must have a reason for doing this.

Because he always felt that Elizabeth was strange and felt uncomfortable around her, which made Fisher subconsciously vigilant and did not dare to have too much involvement with her.

So until now, the two people who seemed to be a perfect match back then have never said anything about it. Only the legend about "Elizabeth's omnipotent request for permission" is still circulated among the Royal Academy community back then.

Fisher sighed, put the perfume in his arms, picked up his cane and quickly left the Royal Academy.

This time I didn’t take the tram when I went back, but walked to another completely opposite place.

Tomorrow the University of Saint-Nali will start school. He received the corresponding class schedule yesterday. He originally wanted to prepare for the course, but he looked at the syllabus and found that it was too simple and there was no need to prepare. And other things about ratings He had already thought about the matter before and just went to class directly tomorrow.

Before that, he planned to obtain information about the guys from the Witch Research Association, so as to follow the clues to find the [Immortal Witch] they were looking for. He had to find it before the police found them, otherwise he would wait until they entered the police station. It would be troublesome to get information.

As it happens, he has some "old friends" in Saint-Nali who can help.

Snake Head Street is a notorious slum area in Saint-Nali. It used to be very close to the factories in the city. After the factories were ordered to evacuate, the poor people had no other place to move. To this day, various gangs and criminals are still active here, and every time the Saint-Nali police come here, they will never leave empty-handed.

But after all, those are only a minority of the residents here. The majority are still workers' families working in factories in the suburbs, servants' families working in the city, etc.

The consumption level here is not high, and the living conditions are hard to describe. It is very close to the drainage channel of Sainte-Neali and is the convergence point of many rivers. As a result, there is a mixture of houses and drainage structures. Many houses are on the ground. Below the surface, the smell of drugs and cigarettes was everywhere.

Fisher covered his mouth and nose with his collar, and went down from the entrance of Shetou Street, and followed the sound of the rushing Nali River into the ground. Pushing aside the oncoming smoke of tobacco and drugs, Fisher soon arrived in front of a tavern with flashing lights.

It was only noon, and there was almost no one in the tavern. There was only an old man cleaning the place. The floor was covered with cigarette butts and vomit mixed with alcohol.

As he scanned, he said,

"We don't accept guests in the afternoon."

"Old Jack, I'm here to see Karma and the others."

The old man paused slightly, put the broom next to him, folded his hands and turned to look at Fisher.

"Yes, Fisher is the only one in the entire Saint-Nali who will come to see them. Come with me."

This old man's face is covered with scars. At first glance, he is a gang member who has been hanging out in Nali's underground places all year round. But he has long since quit, and all his grievances have disappeared with the death of those old friends. .

Like a normal person, he has a family, a wife and children, and like a normal person, he ends up alone.

Old Jack's son is called Jack. He was Fisher's classmate when he was studying at the Royal Academy. His research direction is sub-races. To be precise, he is the first person to study sub-races; just like his gangster son became a scholar. Like the story, his life was full of ups and downs.

Unfortunately, he did not inherit his father's strong body. Like his mother, he was very weak. During a trip to and from the Southern Continent, he fell seriously ill and died of illness not long after returning.

But he left a precious relic for old Jack.

Fisher followed the old Jack in front, through the small door behind the bar, and then through a basement door blocked by an iron plate. It was not until several minutes later that they came to the place where the ordinary old Jack lived, a room. A fairly spacious basement.

"grandfather!"

"grandfather!"

"Grandpa, you're back!"

As soon as Old Jack opened the door, three little furry things jumped over and fell into his arms quickly. They kept crawling on his body and chirped while holding him. Calling.

Upon closer inspection, there were actually three little girls with ears wearing little princess dresses of different colors. Each girl had a long, curved tail behind her, just like a squirrel in the wild.

Their big and smart eyes with long eyelashes blinked from time to time, and they kept rubbing against the strong old man, and they kept talking.

"Oh my God! It's Uncle Fisher here!"

"Fisher!"

"let me see!"

The three girls did not get off old Jack, but stuck their heads out from three different parts of his body, looking at the gentleman behind him with bulging mouths.

"Hello, Karma, Holly and Dot."

The old man rubbed their faces with black lines on his face and said unhappily,

"Okay, they are here. If you have anything to ask, just ask it quickly. By the way, you have to give me a reward."

"Yes, grandpa wants to buy us nuts to eat!"

Old Jack cursed with a dark face,

"I won't buy you nuts to eat!"

As soon as these words came out, the three little girls looked pitifully at Old Jack behind them, causing him to open his mouth. He was speechless for a moment, obviously moved by their cuteness.

"Are you really not going to buy it for us, Grandpa?"

"Really?"

"Really?"

Old Jack opened his mouth, and then cursed,

"Buy! Quickly ask Fisher what he wants to do!"

"Great!"

"Grandpa is the best!"

The three girls rushed into Old Jack's arms again, making him curl his lips speechlessly.

Fisher smiled, took off his hat, and sat down in this small but cozy room.

These three are the unique demi-human race that Jack brought back from the Southern Continent - the rat race. Hearing that they were only found as pups in the wilderness at that time, Jack was worried that they would be eaten, so he prepared to bring them back. Unexpectedly, he passed away not long after he came back. Old Jack wanted to drive them away many times, but he was reluctant to let them go.

On the one hand, it was because they were the last demi-human race left by his son, and on the other hand, he thought they were cute and pitiful, and he couldn't bear to part with them after getting along for a long time, so he treated them as his granddaughters.

The abilities of these three rat people are not simple. They can communicate with all rats. If they want to ask them anything, they can just ask their squirrel and rat friends.

However, most mice are too stupid. The three of them raised some very smart ones, and asked the smart ones to ask the stupid ones and then they would report to Karma and the others, so that they could get complete information.

"Well, last week at midnight on Friday night, there was a murder on Cullen Street. I want to know where the murderer went."

Fisher looked at the three little girls in Old Jack's arms and got straight to the point.

This 4000, I originally wanted to take it apart, but in the end I decided not to do it for the sake of continuity, so please read and vote, this is very important to me!

Many thanks!

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