Chapter 229 5 Learning

Chapter 229 5. Learning

In Fisher's sight, the steel knife held by Ossie in both hands was just parallel to her face, which also led to the fact that in Fisher's eyes, the steel knife's opening was equivalent to Ossie's opening at the same time

So, was it the steel knife that was greeting him or Ossie herself?

".Hello."

After a second of silence, Fisher also replied with a greeting.

After hearing Fisher's words, the steel knife did not move, but Ossie, who was holding it, nodded, and then gently held the steel knife back in her arms and rubbed its body.

Well, it seems that it was Ossie's greeting just now, but she expressed it through the mouth of the steel knife.

But Fisher clearly remembered that she was the first one on the ship yesterday to discover that the giant under the water was a sea ghost, and she also jumped off the mast and told Alagina about it.

In other words, she can actually speak.

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After Fisher's greeting, it was Ossie's turn to speak again, just like a round-robin system, but she held the parrot and said nothing. She even secretly glanced at the road behind Fisher, moved her feet a little and finally stopped.

Ossie's desire to end the conversation and leave was very strong, almost to the point of being too obvious.

Fisher's keen observation made him notice the small movements of Ossie's second mate. Of course, he also guessed that she wanted to leave, but he felt that it was necessary to say something to end the conversation when she left, so he was now thinking hard about the words to end the conversation.

"You"

In order to avoid her embarrassment, Fisher waited for a second or two and decided to take the initiative to end the topic, but before he opened his mouth, Ossie made a move first.

I saw that she suddenly stretched out a "hand" from under her wide cloak to Fisher. Looking down, the "hand" stretched out from under the cloak was very different from the palm of a human. There were no five distinct fingers, only thick and wide blue-gray feathers.

Compared to an arm, it looks more like a huge wing.

The feathers of the northern greybird species are generally blue and gray. Little Jack's paper records that there are orange-yellow individuals of the southern continent's subspecies of the greybird species, but Fisher has never seen it with his own eyes.

Each feather on the wings of the northern greybird species will have a white pattern of different shapes in the center. Each greybird species is different, but Ossie's is very beautiful.

Compared with the dot-shaped, irregular white spots of other greybird species, the pattern in the center of Ossie's blue-gray feathers is continuous and symmetrical, as beautiful as a flower blooming on the feathers.

"Silly. Silly"

When Ossie stretched out her hand, the steel knife in her arms once again shouted at Fisher, interrupting his action of observing her feathers, but its bird call was still so unpleasant. No wonder Karma and the others fought with this bird every day.

Ossie held its hand and pinched the steel knife's body again, and it changed its mouth again in pain,

"Sugar, sugar."

Sugar?

After hearing Gang Dao's words, Fisher finally realized that Ossie in front of him wanted to give him something, so he placed his hand under Ossie's wings. The next moment, she gently shook her wings, and a light blue candy wrapped in a translucent candy paper fell from her feathers into Fisher's palm.

Fisher took a look and found that the candy she gave him was a traditional dessert in the North, called Hanshuitang.

This candy not only has a long history, but also tastes good. It was sold in Sannali before, but Fisher found that it tasted very bad after buying it, because of the different ingredients.

The real Northland Hanshuitang will add a kind of fruit that only grows in the ice water of the Northland. The juice squeezed from this fruit makes the candy taste sweet and refreshing, very similar to the taste of mint, and it also has the effect of refreshing the mind and eyes.

".Thank you."

Fisher reached out and pinched the candy that Ossie handed over. Although he didn't understand why she suddenly handed him a candy, he still subconsciously said thank you.

Then, after getting his response, Ossie's beautiful eyes finally showed a sense of relief.

So once again, as if she had completed a task, she secretly glanced at the road behind Fisher.

That was the direction of departure.

Before Fisher could answer, she immediately nodded, signaling Fisher "You're welcome", and then she ran away quickly towards the deck with her parrot in her arms.

This conversation, which should have been ordinary, seemed quite strange to Ossie, and even Fisher didn't expect it to end in this way.

Fisher turned his head blankly and followed her with his eyes, and saw her stop in the corridor at the door of the captain's room, and then gently threw the steel knife she was holding out.

"Silly. Silly"

The steel knife without Ossie's flesh was yelling freely in the air, and it spread its wings and landed steadily on the railing, tilting its head to tidy up its feathers.

The next moment, Ossi in front of it suddenly spread out the wings hidden under her clothes. The fully extended wings were so huge that they suddenly pushed the cloak back, making her body visually expand a lot, showing the suppression power of the northern grey bird species in terms of size.

"Huh!"

Ossi's wings just flapped lightly, and she was instantly pushed far away from the ground by the airflow, and flew onto the mast where she was used to staying.

Because the force of this flight was too great and her movements were too fluid, onlookers would subconsciously think that she jumped up instead of flying up.

In the blink of an eye, she had quickly sat on the top of the mast, which was her exclusive seat.

Seeing this scene, Fisher suddenly remembered that the dialect of the northerners was different from the naming method of various demi-humans in the Western Continent academic circles. The local residents called the northern bluebird species "Snowstorm Maker".

Well, this is a free translation, so it seems a bit simple and crude.

But at this moment, watching Osie spread her wings and fly in front of him, Fisher couldn't help but imagine the spectacular scene of this kind of demi-human soaring wantonly in the snow in the north. The terrifying force generated during the flight was very terrifying. Few species can rival it. It’s no wonder that people in the north believe that the wind and snow are picked up by the wings of the cockbird species.

Fisher's eyes still stayed on Osie's body, but the next moment, she suddenly folded her wings and wrapped herself into a ball again with that heavy robe.

Moreover, this time it seemed to be more tightly wrapped than what Fisher had seen before, as if he was very afraid of the cold.

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Fisher glanced at Osie, who was wrapped up in a ball on the mast, and then looked down at the cold water candy in his hand.

He suddenly realized that the second mate of the Iceberg Queen seemed to be very unsociable, and could even be said to have some social anxiety.

It turns out that she had been hiding up there not to guard the surrounding waters for the safety of the Iceberg Queen, but purely to avoid direct communication with other people.

And once she communicates directly with others, it will be as difficult as communicating with Fisher.

Just now, not only did she use a steel knife instead of a knife when talking to Fisher, but after saying a few words, she threw a candy to Fisher to quickly end the conversation.

If Osie has such a character, then Fisher's research plan is likely to be difficult to progress and the negotiations will not be able to reach an agreement. How can he allow her to be studied by him?

But before that, he wanted to try out his previous ideas and see if he could convert the knowledge gained from Emhart into completing the research progress of the manual.

Emhart knows a lot. If his knowledge of demi-girls can be recognized by the completion manual of demi-girls, then Fisher is confident that he can break through the 50% mark of biological research progress without in-depth physiological communication.

"Zhi Zhi Zhi"

"Let's go find Fisher! Ah, Fisher, look, Shushu seems to be dead!"

While Fisher was still thinking, there was a noise in the corridor in front of the captain's cabin.

It turned out that the three naughty mouse ladies were leading a small group of mice running towards Fisher with anxious faces. Kalma, the leader, was holding an open, motionless book in his hands, and the mice behind him They were all panting, as if they were empathizing with the three of them.

One interesting thing is that Fisher discovered that even ordinary mice will become much smarter after being with Karma and the others for a period of time.

When they first boarded the ship, Fisher had seen them lure out the rats hiding in the cabin of the Iceberg Queen. At that time, the rats were no different from the ones they had seen on the Sun Search, dirty and smelly.

However, they had only been with them for a few days, and the rats on the ship gradually became more similar to the ones they brought out, with obvious changes in expressions and expressions.

Fisher didn't understand the specific principle of this. He planned to study it later, but not now.

"Dead?"

He glanced at Emhardt, who was lying motionless in Karma's hands, and raised his eyebrows slightly.

"Well! He must have been frightened by the mice. He might have been frightened to death, or he might have fainted from fright, but he has no nose and can't breathe. We don't know what happened to him. I just want him to Play the role of a little mouse's bed, and then he suddenly dies. Sorry, Fisher, it's my fault."

Diandian's expression looked the guiltiest. It seemed that she was the culprit who came up with this bad idea and didn't run away.

Fisher looked at the book and then said casually,

"It doesn't matter, you guys go play, I will cure him."

"Really?"

"Fischer must cure him. We won't bully him next time."

"A little promise!"

Fisher smiled and took the "dead" book from their hands. Seeing the worried look of Karma and the others looking back three times, he couldn't help but smile and waved to them, indicating that it was okay.

When they finally disappeared from sight, Fisher turned his head and said while taking Emhart back to the room,

"Still pretending?"

"Oh, Fisher? Thank God you were here, otherwise you would have scared the great Emhart to death."

Fisher had already seen that this guy was not dead, he was just pretending to be dead.

His state was exactly the same as the one in which he died instantly when he saw Eliog. Whenever he encountered a strong enemy or someone he didn't want to communicate with, he would shrink in place and turn into a harmless book to hide. Go through disasters,

"You don't know, those little things are noisy and disgusting, and they actually want those things to lie on me! I am the highest-level holy object under the saint! How dare they treat me like this! Sooner or later, I want them to look good!"

As soon as he returned to Fisher's room, Emhardt suddenly became nervous again, as if the book that had just been lying there pretending to be dead was not him but his weak brother.

Now he is floating in mid-air and constantly hitting the void, as if he is hitting the heads of those three little brats.

Fisher didn't answer, because he always felt that this guy actually enjoyed it, otherwise he wouldn't have followed them out when Kalma and the others came to play with him this morning.

It's not clear whether he has special patience with children or whether he has been alone with a book for too long. In short, Fisher felt that he and Kalma and the others would get along well. If they didn't throw mice at his face.

Fisher didn't respond to his duplicity and went straight to the point, going straight to his topic.

"Emhardt, tell me everything you know about the subhuman species, the Cockbird. I want to use it."

Emhardt, who was wandering in the sky, stopped moving. After hearing Fisher's words, he looked at the serious Fisher in front of him and blinked, and his mouth trembled.

Then he glanced outside the room in a panic, and after confirming that no one else was eavesdropping, he flew to Fisher's ear and subconsciously said to him in a voice lowered by an octave,

"Are you crazy? You haven't even gotten hold of the captain of the Sardinian women on this ship, but you're already thinking about protecting her? Fisher, I have to talk about you. If you continue to eat like this, you're still looking at the food in the bowl. You want it when it’s in the pot!”

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He was only halfway through his words when Fisher, with a stinking face, suddenly reached out and grabbed him in his hand. At the same time, his other hand suddenly twisted and excessively pinched the exposed part of his body. Pages book pages.

Seeing Fischer preparing to take action, the frightened Emhart was about to spit out the phrase "Death without a burial place", his tone changed slightly and turned into a sincere compliment.

"Ah, ah, I mean, you are going to become a very knowledgeable demi-human scholar! Quick, let me go first! I. I can't wait to learn the knowledge of demi-humans in the north with you. ! Let me go and I'll tell you everything I know."

After hearing his answer, Fisher gently let go of his fragile pages, letting him float back into the air.

"Stop messing around, I'm of great use."

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