The Handbook for Completing Demi-Human Girls

Chapter 176: Dexter

By the time Fisher opened his eyes, the weather outside had just reached the point of the first light of dawn. It was unknown if it was even seven o'clock yet, but Fisher woke up early.

The window screen swayed slightly, blown by the morning breeze. Ever since those factories madly emitting pollution were relocated away, the air in Saint-Nazareth had improved significantly, and Fisher consequently smelled a faint scent of rainwater.

It seemed Saint-Nazareth had been graced by autumn rain again last night, putting a complete period on the end of Saint-Nazareth's summer.

Fisher woke up rather early today. This was because he had a particularly terrifying dream.

In the dream, he was instantly knocked out by Jasmine using that massive whale-like tail. Afterwards, by the time he woke up, he had already been dragged by her into a pitch-black, bottomless abyss, with no possibility of returning to land. Then, she spoke some words of unclear meaning, forcing him to bear children with her...

Although Fisher could breathe in the water, the uncomfortable feeling of chest tightness from his first attempt still made him shiver with fear slightly.

The most profound impression was that Jasmine, whose body flickered with fluorescence, wore a dangerous smile, saying things like she would take good care of him. However, the massive water snake beside her was grinding its knives, looking ready to chop him into eight pieces.

When the dream reached this point, Fisher woke up completely startled.

Obviously, he rarely had dreams before. Recently, whenever he dreamt, he was either stabbed by a dagger-wielding Renee disguised as Raphaela, or knocked out by a single tail strike from a terrifying Jasmine and dragged into the sea.

Anyway, no matter what, it was related to these ladies, and they were all bad endings!Fisher rubbed the center of his brow and shifted his gaze to Jasmine on the sofa, who had her small mouth slightly open and was still in the midst of a dream.

She had always woken up very early, but this time, it was Fisher, having been jolted awake by a nightmare, who woke up early. Therefore, Fisher was also able to catch a glimpse of her sleeping appearance.

Her posture when sleeping was still extremely peaceful. Not to mention maintaining a flat-lying posture, her small mouth also opened and closed.

Listening carefully, she seemed to be muttering something softly.

Fisher raised an eyebrow, seemingly somewhat curious about exactly what she was saying. After getting a bit closer to Jasmine, Fisher heard her vaguely speaking the language of the ocean.

Fisher couldn't understand the language of the ocean, but at any rate, he could still understand some onomatopoeic pronunciations. The intermittently spat word "Fisher" from her mouth was caught by him. One guess and he knew Jasmine wasn't doing anything good in her dream.

Mischievously, he used his finger to gently touch Jasmine's forehead. The result was that after this touch, Jasmine abruptly sat up as if she had been frightened, subconsciously shouting to Fisher in front of her.

"I-I'm sorry!"

This time she spoke Naris language. It was unclear exactly what Jasmine was apologizing for. Anyway, a second or two later, she recovered her senses, and her face became extremely rosy.

"Eh, eh?"

The awakened Jasmine glanced at Fisher in front of her, then glanced at the clothes on her own body, and finally confirmed that this was Fisher's room, not inside an ocean trench.

She revealed a bit of disappointment visible to the naked eye, but still opened her mouth to speak to Fisher with a slightly red small face.

"Fisher, Teach... No, wait, Fisher, good... good morning."

She remembered the words spoken last night. Although she was still somewhat unaccustomed to it, addressing Fisher directly by his name like this seemed to make her very happy. As she spoke, the corners of her mouth curled up a bit, just like how holding hands with Fisher yesterday could keep her happy for a long time.

This was a green and easily satisfied girl. Fisher felt she was as pure as colorless cotton candy, soft and squishy, and extremely adorable.

Why cotton candy?

Because cotton candy is delicious.

Looking at Jasmine who was giggling foolishly in front of him, Fisher's gaze deepened a bit. But ultimately, he temporarily made no moves, merely breathing out a long breath of hot air, concurrently standing up and saying.

"Good morning. What do you want to eat for breakfast this morning?"

"Eh? Any... No, I want to eat meat!"

Jasmine was extremely unaccustomed to being unable to disguise her thoughts. After speaking softly just now, she needed to loudly state her true inner thoughts again. If she wasn't loud, didn't close her eyes, and didn't pinch her palms, she couldn't spit out her true thoughts no matter what.

Actually, Fisher wasn't worried about the problem of overcorrecting, because in reality, Jasmine's personality was just like this.

No matter how it changed, she was fundamentally still a girl who considered others for the sake of love. She had merely suppressed it for quite a long time in the past and wouldn't raise excessive demands...

Probably, if one didn't count the matter she accidentally leaked at the time about wanting to knock him out.

"Okay, I'll bring it back for you after Ms. Martha leaves in a while. Concurrently, I still have to go handle a little matter."

It was regarding donating money to the Petrie Bank and renting a carriage. The charity banquet would start this weekend. According to Anna's words, this week was exactly the week Black huddled inside his room. Now was the best opportunity to strike against the Healing House. Fisher had already made preparations in advance, ready to retaliate against that old immortal at any time.

"Mhm, okay."

Upon hearing Fisher's words, Jasmine's large eyes lit up slightly. Then, she smiled and promised.

"I will wait here... wait for Fisher to come back..."

Ah, wouldn't listening to that sound too weird?

Right after finishing speaking, Jasmine felt somewhat shy, but how could spoken words be taken back?

She could only add one more sentence.

"In... in short, have a safe trip!"

It was probably one of those explanations that equaled no explanation, but it was fine as long as Fisher understood what Jasmine meant.

He looked at Jasmine's rosy face, let out a breath of hot air for some unknown reason, and then walked to the wardrobe. He changed into another set of clothes brought back by Renee, preparing to head out.

Ms. Martha had also just woken up. After telling her that he was going out to handle some matters and wouldn't be eating breakfast at home, he carried his walking stick and went out onto the street.

It was now completely autumn. Saint-Nazareth in the morning was still a bit cold, but there weren't too many people on the street.

This was because the street where Fisher's rental house was located had no workers working in factories. If one walked several blocks further past this street, the morning there would be extremely lively.

Because parents needed to go to factories or small workshops early to work, in order for their children to have a bite of breakfast to eat, they had to force their children to wake up with them. Only after making breakfast would they go to work.

As for the children, they would only be led toward the direction of their schools a bit later by the instructors hired by the block.

Fisher planned to eat some things himself first, and then bring meat back for Jasmine after handling his matters. At that time, Ms. Martha would coincidentally also be out of the house. She was a member of the elderly fitness team of the block, living a very healthy life.

He casually found a shop selling breakfast by the street to eat. The breakfast in Saint-Nazareth was nothing more than those few types, unable to be transformed into any tricks no matter how one ate.

When the clerk brought over the fried egg and bread with shredded cheese, Fisher was still thinking about whether his research progress on the Whale-kin had increased significantly recently. That day when discussing the creation of life with Jasmine, he felt the temperature of the Demi-Human Completion Handbook.

"A Naris gentleman's breakfast cannot be without milk. Give this gentleman a cup."

Right while Fisher was thinking, a rather steady male voice sounding from the side interrupted his train of thought.

Fisher raised his gaze, only to see a man wearing a dark suit standing in front of him. That man had a head of short golden hair with some pomade applied, looking extremely handsome overall, and a pair of pale golden eyes was looking brightly at Fisher sitting in front of him.

Looking behind him, quite a few royal etiquette officials wearing white formal attire from the Golden Palace had already locked down this small shop. This left only the shocked shop owner, who, upon hearing the man's voice, hurriedly ran to the back kitchen to busy himself under the urging of the etiquette officials.

Fisher recognized this man, or rather, almost all people of Naris recognized him.

He was the one equally famous as Elizabeth, the Eldest Prince who was about to inherit Godolin IX's grand lineage, Prince Dexter.

Fisher put down his knife and fork, stood up, performed a courtesy toward the man in front of him, and greeted.

"Good morning, Prince Dexter."

"It's fine, I originally came to find you to have breakfast together. Since you have already chosen a location, I might as well give it a try. Quickly sit down, stop standing."

Dexter smiled slightly. The nearly thirty-four-year-old prince appeared to already possess extraordinary bearing. He was seen directly sitting in front of Fisher's table and instructed the etiquette official beside him to go to the back kitchen to notify the shop owner to add another portion of breakfast.

Concurrently, the cup of hot milk he had ordered to be added for Fisher afterward had also been brought in front of Fisher.

Prince Dexter was a person who very much liked to discuss matters while eating. Fisher had previously frequently heard that he had invited such-and-such former minister to exactly have breakfast together in the Golden Palace.

The previous matter regarding Schwari coming to visit Naris was the same. He hosted a banquet for the leaders of the Pioneer Party, finalizing the decision to let them take full responsibility during dinner.

This was largely a display meant to reflect that he valued his subordinates highly and was close to his ministers. This bore quite a bit of Godolin II's legacy.

Godolin II inherited Godolin I's cleverness and wisdom. He possessed both the swift and decisive methods of his father and constantly harbored a benevolent heart.

The most classic anecdote regarding that ancient king was that once, while out hunting, he shot a female deer with an arrow. Only upon bringing it back did he discover that this female deer was pregnant. Because of his unintentional arrow, two lives were lost, and the fetus died in the womb.

After Godolin II saw the dead doe, he was extremely remorseful. He actually shed tears in front of the doe's corpse and spoke the most classic sentence now in Naris textbooks, moving the ministers accompanying him at the time.

He said.

"Having killed a pregnant mother, how could I vaingloriously call myself a king?"

Mhm, during his childhood, Fisher had also read this anecdote. He believed Dexter had read it as well.

"Your Highness, please enjoy your meal."

When a breakfast exactly identical to Fisher's was brought over, Dexter rather expectantly used his knife and fork to cut the fried egg open, exposing the still-viscous egg yolk inside. While cutting his breakfast, he looked at Fisher and praised.

"Mhm, excellent fried egg. The taste is very good..."

Fisher cast a glance at the mushy fried egg in his own bowl, and then cast a glance at the fried egg cooked with perfect heat in the other party's bowl, almost failing to hold back from laughing out loud.

His breakfast was clearly made by the accompanying etiquette officials borrowing the shop owner's kitchen, making it seem like this shop was some treasure trove of a small shop discovered by Fisher.

But since the prince had said so, Fisher still spoke accommodating words.

"Indeed so. I frequently come here to enjoy breakfast."

"Mhm, speaking of which, how are things between you and my younger sister? Is there any progress?"

The moment Dexter asked, Fisher raised his eyes and cast a glance at him. Various speculations regarding his purpose for coming here rushed to his mind for a moment. But the other party merely lowered his head to eat his egg without revealing any extra prominent expressions, incidentally adding.

"Don't be so surprised. Although I rarely communicate with my younger sister normally, concerning the rumors between the two of you, the citizens of the entirety of Saint-Nazareth know, the nobles and merchants know, so would the Golden Palace possibly not know?"

Dexter drank a mouthful of milk, looked up at Fisher, and said.

"Find a time to quickly get the matter done. As a gentleman, it's always right to be more decisive. What's more, a lady has the intention. When a gentleman wants to make a move, isn't it just like plucking a small flower by the roadside; one can hook it by simply reaching out?"

Fisher sized up the man in front of him. A second later, he spoke as if sighing.

"I originally thought the relationship between Your Highness and Princess Elizabeth wasn't very good..."

"You're right, it's not very good, but of course it's not bad to the point of deteriorating somewhere."

Dexter could finish the milk in one gulp. It could be seen that he indeed liked drinking things like milk very much. After taking a sip, he still had to let out a refreshing sigh.

"But regardless, we are brother and sister, we are a family. I won't interfere with her matters either, nor will I hold any estrangement towards her. It's just that from my deductions, she will definitely choose you as her husband in the end, otherwise she wouldn't have kept waiting until she was twenty-eight."

"Before this, she had countless opportunities to marry. How many times had she rejected the marriages Royal Father and I arranged for her... On this point, Sir Fisher ought to understand."

Fisher fell silent for a while, and then nodded, responding.

"I understand."

"Haha, that's good then. I merely thought of it so I gave a reminder. Later on, I won't interfere with the matters between you and my younger sister either. After all, the most important thing in this era is freedom to love, don't you say?"

As he spoke, Dexter even blinked his eyes at Fisher. Only after waiting for him to wolf down all the breakfast into his stomach did Fisher know that the main topic had just begun.

Fisher had also mostly finished his breakfast. At this time, the number of residents coming out outside began to increase. Quite a few residents also discovered that the breakfast shop they usually ate at was surrounded by royal etiquette officials, thinking that the owner of this shop had committed some treasonous crime.

"Alright, Sir Fisher, I have a tiny little doubt I want to casually ask you."

"Please speak, Your Highness the Prince."

"At that time, when Prince Lausanne of Schwari was attacked, you were at the scene the entire time, right?"

"That's right..."

"This matter has already passed for several weeks. Our reckoning of the Witch Research Society within Naris's borders was extremely heavy. But the more we investigated, the more I expressed doubt regarding the results of this matter. As far as I know, not long ago Elizabeth once inquired with the Occult Bureau about this matter..."

Dexter's gaze turned towards Fisher, and he opened his mouth and asked word by word.

"Sir Fisher, the mastermind behind this attack wasn't the Witch Research Society, right?"