Asian Girl Completion Manual.

Chapter 86 23. Elizabeth
Fisher, who got off the stage, sat quietly next to Damian again. Feeling that the muscular headmaster next to him looked unsightly, he leaned over and explained in a low voice,

"I've streamlined it a lot, otherwise I could talk for more than ten minutes. After all, I haven't been on stage for 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 complexion was not good, and the people in the other institutes felt even more angry but helpless. Speaking out about the institute's problems in such a public place was already a slap in the face, and Fisher didn't need to add any more. Many adjectives, anyway, it is estimated that these bachelors will look at the research institute for the next year as if they are looking at a pig farm.

Damian can only hope that this will help, anyway, it is inevitable to go back and be called by the Griffin party to talk.

The opening ceremony ended soon, and Fisher didn't stay to have lunch with Haytham and the others. He still had to go to his "old friend" to find clues about the Witch Research Society and the Undead Witch, so he planned to leave first.

When he was leaving, he specially pulled down the brim of his gentleman's hat so as not to be spotted by the fanatical young bachelors behind him, who would stop him to ask questions, or even ask for his autograph. The autograph is hung on the head of the bed, so that they can bless them to pass the exam.

Fisher, who was walking in the corner with a low profile, slowly skipped countless crowds, and walked towards the gate of the Royal Academy, but suddenly caught a glimpse of a quiet lady standing beside the gate of the Royal Academy, with a big The foreign hat that can cover her face shields Nali from the hottest sunlight, and the elegant long skirt wraps her beautiful and soft body. She puts her hands in front of her body, as if blending with the surrounding environment.

That lady seemed to be waiting for someone, a strange majesty spread through the air, making many men who wanted to strike up a conversation flinch.

Fisher opened his mouth, turned around subconsciously, and was about to go out through the side door, but saw several guards with guns on the side
A feeling of being seen through rose in his heart. Fisher sighed, straightened his collar, then lifted the gentleman's hat that was deliberately pulled down, and walked towards the lady standing at the door.

The lady didn't look back, her long blond hair was tied behind her back, she quietly looked at the stone bricks of the steps of the Royal Academy outside, until she felt the approach of a gentleman.

"His Royal Highness Elizabeth."

Fisher made a gentleman's salute, with a serious expression on his face, and he looked like a standard Nari gentleman.

But the lady didn't look back, instead, a gentle smile appeared on the corner of her mouth,

"Mr. Fisher treats everyone, including the king, with carelessness. This at least shows that you are at least sincere when you treat them, and do whatever you think in your heart. Only for me, you have always maintained a hypocritical politeness."

When she turned around, a pair of pale golden eyes were as empty and wide as an ocean, and only the overflowing gentleness was the most touching.

That is a woman who can best be described by the word "princess", that is, 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 name, then It is the "Eldest Princess"—His Royal Highness Elizabeth Godling.

After listening, Fisher explained with a smile,
"No, 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 letter. This is the perfume given to me by Queen Swali last month as a present for your return."

Fisher took the small gift box, but captured the key information in the other party's words.Before Shiwali and Nari were still in the cold war period, it was only this month that there was a rumor that Nari and Shiwali were going to make friends again, but last month Elizabeth got this bottle of perfume from the Queen of Shiwali .

That is, she secretly visited Shiwali last month and facilitated the re-establishment of diplomatic relations between the two countries.

But why did she give herself perfume, or Shiwali's perfume?
Schwarli's men's perfume is a bit difficult to describe, because they are so masculine, many perfumes have a strong smell, not the smell of women's incense, but a breath similar to a beast.Anyway, Fisher bet that no lady would like this bottle of perfume. If Renee found out, she would definitely make her stomach ache from laughing, but I don’t know if Raphael, a dragon race, would like this perfume.
In fact, the thought was only for a moment, but when Fisher was about to say "Thank you, Your Highness" to Elizabeth, when he looked up, he saw her ancient golden eyes, as if she had been looking at him for a long time .

"Thank you, Your Highness."

Elizabeth turned her head away with a smile, and slowly walked down by her skirt. A golden carriage protected by soldiers had been waiting there for a long time.

"No thanks, it's just a gift"

She didn't ask Fisher to return the gift, but walked slowly into the carriage holding her skirt, waited for the carriage door to close, and then slowly left the scene under the protection of soldiers. Fisher stood still until her The carriage completely disappeared from view.

And in that carriage, where Fisher could not see, Elizabeth had already gently removed the foreign cap on her head, did not open the outside window, but reached out and dipped some tea on the black tea on the table inside the carriage, Gently wrote on the desktop,

"I've already done it with other women, and is there at least one more romantic partner?"

She doesn't have the terrifying superpower of mind reading, she just gets the answer by observation.

Elizabeth's beautiful profile looked at the tea stains on the table without moving, and then she waved her hand, and the tea stains on the table ignited a golden flame, quickly burning all the traces on it.

It's just that behind the golden flame, the hollow and gentle golden eyes are frighteningly cold.

Watching the golden carriage surrounded by soldiers go farther and farther, Fisher took a long breath, and then checked the bottle of perfume as a gift, and he was relieved after confirming that there were no strange things engraved on it. accept.

He knew Elizabeth when he was in school. She was the jewel in the palm of the whole academy at that time, the kind with too many auras to count. Fisher won the first place in the "Griffin Competition" every four years. She Promise in front of the whole school that Fisher can grant his request once, anything.

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

This request is still counting now, after all Elizabeth said that "this promise is still valid until her death", but a gentleman who likes ladies would refuse this seemingly attractive request. Fisher must have a reason for doing so.

Because he always felt that Elizabeth was very strange, and he felt uncomfortable around her, which made Fisher vigilant subconsciously, not daring to get involved with her too much.

So until now, the two who seemed to be a perfect match back then have never had anything to say. Only the legend about "Elizabeth's omnipotence asking for permission" is still circulating in the Royal Academy group.

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 towards another diametrically opposite place.

Tomorrow, Saint Nari University will start school. He received the corresponding class schedule yesterday. He wanted to prepare for the course, but he looked at the syllabus. It was too simple and there was no need to prepare. He has already thought about the matter before, and he can go directly to class tomorrow.

But before that, he planned to obtain information from the guys from the Witch Research Association, so that he could find the [Undead Witch] they were looking for. He had to find them before the police found them, or wait until they entered the police station. It would be troublesome to get information.

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

Snakehead Street is a notorious slum area in Saint Nari. It used to be very close to the factories in the urban area. After the factories were ordered to withdraw, those poor people had no other place to relocate.Until now, various gangs and criminals are still active here, and every time the San Nari police come here, they will never return empty-handed.

But after all, those are only a small number of residents here, and most of them are worker families working in factories in the suburbs and servant families working in the city.

The consumption level here is not high, and the living conditions are hard to describe. It is very close to the drainage canal of Saint Nari, and it is the confluence point of many rivers. As a result, there is a situation where houses and drainage structures are mixed with each other. Many houses are on the ground. Below the plane, there is the smell of drugs and cigarettes everywhere.

Fisher covered his mouth and nose with his collar, and went all the way down from the entrance of Snakehead Street, and entered the ground below the ground with the sound of the Nari River rushing.Pushing aside the oncoming tobacco and drug smoke, Fisher soon came to a tavern with flashing lights.

It was only noon now, and there was basically no one in the tavern, only an old man was cleaning. The ground was full of cigarette butts and vomit mixed with alcohol.

While scanning, he said,
"We don't pick up guests in the afternoon."

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

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

"Yeah, only Fisher will come to them in the whole Saint Nari. Come with me."

The old man's face was covered with scars, and he looked like a gang member who had been in Nali's underground places all the year round when he was young, but he had already quit, and all his grievances disappeared with the death of those old people. .

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

Old Jack's son is called Jack, and 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 No.1 who studies sub-races; just like his gangster son who became a scholar Like the story, his life was full of ups and downs.

It's a pity that he didn't inherit his father's strong body, and was as weak as his mother. During a trip to the southern continent, he fell ill and died of illness not long after returning.

But he left a valuable 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 iron plates. It was not until several minutes later that they came to the place where the ordinary old Jack lived. Fairly spacious basement.

"grandfather!"

"grandfather!"

"Grandpa, you're back!"

As soon as Old Jack pushed open the door, three furry little things rushed over, jumped into his arms, and kept crawling around on his body, chattering while hugging him. calling.

If you look closely, there are actually three little girls with ears in little princess dresses of different colors on him. Each girl has a big long and curved tail behind her, just like a squirrel in the wild.

Their big nimble eyes with long eyelashes blinked from time to time, rubbing against the sturdy old man, talking non-stop,
"My God! It's Uncle Fisher!"

"Fisher!"

"let me see!"

The three girls didn't get off Old Jack's body, but poked their heads out from three different parts of his body, looking at the gentleman behind with their mouths puffed out.

"Hi Karma, Holly and Dot."

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

"Okay, they are here, if you have anything to ask, just ask, and you have to pay me by the way."

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

Old Jack scolded 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 the old Jack behind him, making him open his mouth and being 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!"

"Great!"

"Grandpa is the best!"

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

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

These three are the unique sub-human species that Jack brought back from the Southern Continent—rat people. I heard that they were only found as cubs in the wilderness at that time. Jack, who was worried that they would be eaten, planned 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.

On the one hand, it was because they were the last sub-race left behind by his son, on the other hand, he thought they were cute and pitiful, and after getting along with them for a long time, he became reluctant to part with them, so he treated them as granddaughters.

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

But most of the mice are too stupid, the three of them raise some very smart ones, and let those smart ones ask those stupid ones and then report them to Karma and the others, so that they can get complete information.

"It's like this. At midnight on Friday night last week, 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 thought about it for the sake of coherence, so I asked for follow-up and voting, which is very important to me!
　　Many thanks!

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