The Handbook for Completing Demi-Human Girls

Chapter 222: Popularity

Upon hearing Fisher's familiar voice, Alajina above unexpectedly directly took a step forward, jumping down from her own warship beneath the surprised gazes of everyone below.

In midair, her movements were lithe and elegant. One hand pressing her captain's hat upon her head, subsequently landing gently upon Fisher's wooden boat.

"Long time no see, Fisher... First put on clothes."

Then, the alighted Alajina decisively undid the captain's coat she was wearing and passed it to Fisher. When that not very tight-fitting black clothing was removed, Alajina's curves as a female were then contrasted out by the white clothing within. Her earlobes slightly red, after handing the clothing to the blankly distracted Fisher she then took a step back sizing up the people behind him with a glance.

Fisher looking at the clothing in his hands was somewhat speechless. Although the clothing of the Sardin Woman's Country was extremely different from normal women's clothing, but at any rate this was also Alajina's clothing. Expecting him to wear it he feared was still inappropriate,

"I don't need to, right?"

Alajina was still that same old appearance, the expression on her face very plain. Only after she thoroughly looked over the bare-chested man before her eyes did she slowly withdraw her line of sight explaining for Fisher,

"Just draping it to cover up a bit is fine. I used a Relic just now therefore the temperature is very low, and..."

Speaking up to here, she cast a glance at her own ship. Upon it indistinctly transmitted quite a few footsteps of her crew members,

"My crew members haven't seen men for a very long time. If they see you like this, it's not conducive to our following voyage. I am also considering for your reputation... Moreover, I also don't want to let other people see you like this..."Not having seen each other for a long time, actually Fisher felt interacting with Alajina wasn't that weird. This also often made people forget she actually originated from a nation that esteemed women and relegated men. Inherently her inner heart was also like so, fond of taking care of other males.

Fisher glanced at her height that was even a bit taller than himself, no longer continuing to be stubborn verbally, not acting coy directly putting on that captain's attire.

Afterwards they still needed to catch a free ride on Alajina's ship, and upon her ship were indeed entirely the tough women of the Sardin Woman's Country. Thus for the sake of playing it safe Fisher still complied with Alajina's suggestion.

"Many thanks."

"...No need."

Watching Fisher put on her own clothing, Alajina's iceberg-like face melted slightly, the corners of her mouth thereby hooking up a bit of an arc.

That bit of arc for ordinary people might not be that easy to detect, but it was exactly upon Alajina's face that it appeared that obvious, eye-catching just like a rainbow newly clearing after rain.

And the several people behind Fisher obviously all saw this scene. Isabel was still blankly distracted, but unknown why both she and Old Jack subconsciously turned their heads casting a glance at Jasmine still soaking in the water.

Jasmine underwater slightly opened her mouth, the blackness within her eyes once again surged up a bit, but upon her face just like Alajina there was completely no expression whatsoever.

Ah...

As expected Fisher's popularity is extremely good... just stepping out the door he could bump into other females with intimate relationships, this is truly too wonderful...

Haha...

"Captain! Did something happen, why did you get off the ship? Who are they?"

Right at this moment, an somewhat obese female head suddenly popped out from upon the ship. Looking up it was exactly the obese First Mate Fisher had seen twice.

That First Mate was currently dangling a stick. Originally still worried about Alajina's appearance, upon seeing that Fisher standing before Alajina and even wearing her clothes, it instantaneously turned into an "I understand" expression.

In the next second, that First Mate subsequently pursed her lips, and then turning her head looking at the crew members said,

"You guys go throw the iron chains down, bringing the captain and her paramour onboard..."

"Ah? Oh oh oh, it's that one from Saint-Nazareth, this is truly the Frost Phoenix manifesting its spirit... Heh, whatever you wish for comes..."

Above already indistinct words constantly transmitted over, while Alajina to the side hearing them nonetheless became somewhat unnatural.

She secretly cast a glance at the Fisher behind her. At this time he had already walked to the rear of the boat pulling up Jasmine who unknown why was still stiff within the cold water. Seeing he didn't mind the words of her crew members only then did she slowly breathe out a sigh of relief.

If she had known earlier she shouldn't have drank wine upon the ship and even told Fisher's matters to all the crew members. This bunch of loose-lipped coarse women upon the ship instead made Alajina somewhat not daring to invite Fisher onboard, for fear of them spouting some nonsense.

The women of the Sardin Woman's Country were extremely passionate regarding the major affairs of love and marriage. Sardin women having stayed upon ships for a long time were even more so like this, they wished they could marry a man back tomorrow.

Thinking up to here, the somewhat unnatural Alajina changed a topic, bringing up the matters within the rainstorm just now,

"...Just now we saw a small boat drifting unsteadily in the rainstorm, so we thought of lending a hand to help out, didn't expect to meet you... How come you all are... drifting on the sea like this?"

"This is somewhat difficult to explain, but just treat it as me being like you, estimating before long I will also be the target of Naris placing a heavy bounty."

"Bounty... target huh..."

With Fisher explaining like so, Alajina didn't currently press him on what matter he had done, merely plainly nodding her head. But actually beneath her plain expression had already begun to emerge a beautiful illustration of "desperate lovebirds".

"It doesn't matter. The Naris authorities... can't catch our ship."

Fisher smiled neither agreeing nor disagreeing, but looking at that massive "Iceberg Queen Ship" before his eyes he still held somewhat of doubt, doubting why they were here.

Because the characteristics of this ship were truly too obvious. Don't look at this place being near the shipping lane of Schwari merchant ships, but currently lacking maritime rights consciousness, this place was actually still within the patrol route of the Naris military. In case she was discovered it would still be extremely dangerous,

"What about you, how come you hurried towards Saint-Nazareth's side? I thought ever since you stopped cooperating with Naris you would go to other oceans for development..."

"It's like this, during this period of time we all haven't returned to the Southern Ocean, the Northern Ocean side is also somewhat dangerous owing to Schwari's matters. But at any rate pirate ships aren't only our singular one, with more people there will ultimately be ways... As for why we came here..."

"Today I only just learned Saint-Nazareth seemingly had a severe turmoil, even within the Golden Palace problems occurred... It just so happened we had matters to do near the Southern Ocean, so thought of coming over... to look at your safety."

Speaking to the end, Alajina seemed to have felt a bit of shyness, therefore even her speaking voice became somewhat softer.

"Fweet fweeeet!"

Right while they were conversing, a crisp whistle sound suddenly transmitted from upon the ship interrupting the dialogue between them. Quite a few crew members were leaning against the edge of the deck looking at the captain below, every single one being tall women with somewhat bizarre appearances and attire. They wore smiles somewhat heroically, looking at the captain below just like watching a play.

But waiting until Alajina turned her head casting a rather ice-cold glance, the perceptive First Mate hurriedly kicked the butts of the people beside, telling them to quickly go work,

"Go go, what's out there to watch the bustle. If you have the ability go marry one back yourselves..."

"Heh, isn't this still upon the sea..."

"Orders received orders received."

Following the scattering away one by one of the crew members watching the bustle above, pitch-black iron chains were also flung down. Alajina grabbed an iron chain first, and subsequently being dragged by that iron chain went up the massive sailing ship before her eyes.

Behind, Old Jack embracing the three little Ratmen sized up a glance at the massive sailing ship above, and then looking at the Fisher beside,

"People of the Sardin Woman's Country, also pirates... Could it be..."

"Yes, she is exactly the Iceberg Queen, Alajina."

"...Your popularity is still quite decent."

Old Jack was so frightened he couldn't speak, holding it in for half a day only squeezing out this simple sentence.

Because normally he only knew Fischer Benavides was a scholar researching magic, a classmate of his own son, similar to his own son possessing interest towards Demi-humans far surpassing ordinary people. But he completely hadn't expected he unexpectedly still acquainted with a character like Alajina...

However if Alajina was Fisher's friend, then generally the safety of their group was still guaranteed, wouldn't be slaughtered mid-way.

Thinking like this, even if you said Fisher was hunted by Her Highness Elizabeth and escaped Saint-Nazareth... Old Jack at this moment would probably believe it...

"Yeah... Popularity is truly good..."

But beside Isabel, Jasmine was unknown muttering something no one could hear in a low trailing voice. When Isabel doubtfully looked over, her expression had already restored to natural.

Old Jack carried the double-barreled hunting rifle on his back. Casting a glance at the surrounding rainstorm frozen to an halt, he pondered for a bit hurriedly putting his bartender attire upon his body. He held an understanding towards people of the Sardin Woman's Country, knowing the customs over there, therefore it was best to still be slightly cautious and prudent.

Incidentally he again tossed the Sir Book, who had soaked in the water unaware whether he had fainted, to Fisher. After he received it he then embraced the squirrel girls full of curiosity in his arms grabbing onto the iron chain before his eyes.

"Clang clang..."

Following his tight grip upon that iron chain, in the next second, Old Jack was also dragged by the iron chain arriving upon the deck of the Iceberg Queen Ship, while Fisher and them behind also grabbed the iron chain getting onboard sequentially.

While that small wooden boat beneath the ship seemed to have sensed Fisher's group had already left the hull. Seemingly moving automatically without wind, it then slowly drifted towards the direction it came from.

Fisher was dragged ascending by that black iron chain. In the time of less than a few seconds he arrived upon the deck of the Iceberg Queen Ship. Beyond expectations was, although this ship was a pirate intolerable to various countries, the tidiness degree of the vessel surprisingly surpassed Fisher's expectations.

At this time quite a few crew members were sitting upon the stairs aside the deck. Exceedingly curiously piling into a clump sizing up that man getting onboard. Still quite a few sailors frantically ran from one side of the deck into the cabin after finishing watching, unknown going to notify which good sister.

"Very happy to be able to see you again, Mr. Fisher. Previously when in Saint-Nazareth I completely forgot to make a self-introduction..."

Right when Fisher's group was sizing up this legendary Iceberg Queen Ship, a chubby short hand abruptly extended out beside. Turning his head to look, that obese First Mate following beside Alajina smilingly said,

"My name is Pakhz, I am the First Mate of the Iceberg Queen Ship."

"Welcome aboard!"