The Handbook for Completing Demi-Human Girls

Chapter 253: Cloud Cat-kin

"..."

At the port of Patlusion Island, Pakhz's voice could be heard from far away. However, she was actually saying all these words to one person—mhm, precisely that old gentleman from Naris.

Having disembarked, the crew of the Iceberg Queen had many things to attend to. A vacation was naturally necessary for these matriarchy women who hadn't been ashore for a long time. However, before that, their main mission was still to restock the supplies needed for their voyage.

Isabel didn't disembark. Unlike the other thirsty crew members, she had nothing she wanted to buy. She felt it was better to stay on the ship and continue her training, simultaneously helping Old Jack keep an eye on Karma and the others. They were simply too rambunctious; bringing them down would entail an unknown amount of trouble. Fortunately, Old Jack said he would bring them candy when he returned, which barely managed to pacify them.

Walking ahead of the crew, Pakhz enthusiastically introduced everything on this island to this old Naris man. They had been here many times and could be said to know the situation here like the back of their hands.

Before leaving, Pakhz turned her head and shot a glance at Alajina, who was standing still. She covertly gave a "you can do it" look, then glanced at the numerous glaringly colorful signboards on the island, clearly implying something... such as hotels and the like.

It was only early afternoon, yet those eye-catching solicitation signs had lit up early on, giving this island a rather distinctive flavor, although it was mostly the brothels that liked doing this.

At some unknown point, the overseas brothels had learned the solicitation methods of the Pink Pavilion in Saint-Nazareth, replacing the ladies who used to stand on the streets in the past with ambiguous lighting. Although this draped a layer of bashful fig leaf over it, it didn't affect their rightful business one bit.

"Fisher, if we want to buy materials, let's head this way. There's a specialized material market over there... The demand for magic materials here is very small, because there aren't that many magicians. I'm not sure if there will be enough quantity."

Alajina and Fisher watched the large main group of crew members leave the port. They didn't follow, remaining where they stood.Originally, Alajina wanted to take Fisher alone for a stroll around the island. However, after disembarking, she couldn't let the socially anxious Aoxi tag along with the other crew members. Besides, Aoxi rarely spoke anyway, and over the years, Alajina had long grown accustomed to having such a silent guard by her side. Therefore, the original date turned from a twosome into a threesome.

That being said, having Aoxi there made absolutely no difference. Her entire person remained hidden inside her cloak, following behind Alajina without saying a single word, with that foul-mouthed parrot Steel Knife, head tilted, still perched on her shoulder.

Upon seeing the parrot's position, Eimhart, who had originally also been perching on Fisher's shoulder, felt as uncomfortable as if he had eaten a fly. In order to prove that his status was different from this stinky parrot's, he burrowed into Fisher's pocket, temporarily lifting the effects of his "special anti-scumbag Fisher radar" as well.

"Alright, let's set off. But you really don't need to bring this much money; I can't buy that many things."

The polite words Fisher had previously said to her—"If it's not enough, I'll ask for more from you"—were taken seriously by her. Thus, she truly brought that much cash and checks off the ship, preparing for Fisher to use them at any time. This appearance of "spend as you like, I'll pay" made Fisher suddenly understand the feelings of those young ladies in Saint-Nazareth who dated middle-aged gentlemen...

Leaving other things aside, if someone simply paid for your expenses purely and simply, anyone would feel very happy.

"It doesn't matter, it's better to be prepared just in case."

Behind them, Aoxi glanced at Alajina's bulging pockets. For some unknown reason, she silently pulled the cloak on her body even tighter.

Fisher didn't try to persuade her further, and together with Alajina, he walked toward the outer areas of the port.

The port of the Patlusion Archipelago was controlled and monitored by the gangster pirates who managed the archipelago. These people were the most adept at reading others' identities. Even as Alajina was just preparing to leave the port, several smiling pirates had already come up and greeted her.

"Captain Alajina, welcome to Patlusion Island. The boss told me to send his regards on his behalf."

"Mhm."

Alajina nodded in response and led Fisher into the most prosperous main part of the island. Inside, there were not only various pharmacies, brothels, and shops established by pirates, but also quite a few taverns and restaurants constructed of wood sandwiched in between.

The people walking back and forth amongst those crude buildings were not pirates wearing sailor uniforms either. Rather, they were local residents with sun-darkened skin, walking barefoot and wearing a type of traditional clothing.

Yes, there were actually native residents on Patlusion Island. As early as the Central Empire period of the West Continent, this place had submitted to the empire and fell under their jurisdiction.

However, ever since the Central Empire was crushed by Godlin I, Patlusion Island—which had always been like a transparent background character on the stage of history—was directly stripped of its West Continent citizenship and left wandering abroad.

By the time the residents of Patlusion Island brought a few lousy fish and rowed their wooden boats to the West Continent to pay tribute to the Central Empire, all that remained there was endless warfare and an entirely fragmented political landscape.

Therefore, the archipelago fishermen, completely forgotten by history, decided to seek alternative paths for development. Some went out to become mercenaries, while others became pirates... But the vast majority became the latter. And it was exactly these pirates collaborating with their fellow townsmen who established this special resupply point connecting the Eastern and Southern Oceans.

"Do you want to eat something first?"

Alajina was very attentive. Her gaze had constantly lingered on Fisher. Seeing him observing those local residents' restaurants, she thought he wanted to eat something, so she immediately spoke up to ask.

Fisher shook his head, indicating he didn't want to eat. However, Aoxi behind them swallowed her saliva, clearly craving food, her gaze continuously landing on the distant delicacies. It wasn't until Fisher and Alajina had walked quite a distance that she realized after the fact and reacted.

Walking further toward the inner direction of the island, you could smell the scent of drugs that frequently appeared in the entertainment districts of Saint-Nazareth. Or rather, this money-squandering den was fundamentally no different from anywhere else.

Of course, there were also brothels. Most of the brothels were roughly similar, save for one or two hanging blue flags that received female guests from the matriarchy and burly men from Schwari, filled entirely with delicate gentlemen inside...

Mhm, roughly like that, Fisher guessed. He didn't go over, nor did he want to see what the situation was like over there at all, afraid it would provoke physiological discomfort.

The place Alajina brought him wasn't in this bustling money-squandering den, but rather in a much more remote underground market.

"There are many things inside. I heard that many pirates and fishing boats often salvage various interesting items from the sea. They don't know the proper channels, nor do they know where to take them to sell, so they just bring them here. If you have a good eye, you can pick up some bargains."

"Is that so? Then I really must look carefully. I might even be able to save you a sum."

Observing the road ahead, Fisher cracked a joke, completely unexpected that this single sentence seemed to have poked a certain spot in Alajina's heart. Her pupils dilated slightly. She looked at Fisher, pursed her lips, and then nodded with a smile.

Even though she had always been somewhat formulaic about saving money in the past—because she didn't have anything she desired, only knowing that the more money the better, thus keeping all past remunerations by her side entirely... Now, however, she suddenly felt that being able to save up some money was truly wonderful, just in time to spend it on Fisher today.

Aoxi stood behind them without speaking, but her pupils also dilated slightly. It was unknown if the points that moved Northern Border matriarchy women were all the same, but anyway, she seemed to buy into this line of thought as well.

It was somewhat strange to speak of: Aoxi just silently followed behind Alajina and Fisher like this, observing their conversation from a third-person perspective, and then ultimately substituting herself into the captain's perspective to experience it. It was unknown if this could be called a "remote romance."

"Hum hum hum~"

Just as Fisher and Alajina were on the road heading to the market, he suddenly sensitively perceived a certain thing attracting him. By the time he subconsciously shifted his gaze over, the first thing to catch his eye was a pair of slightly short, fluffy cat ears.

The fur on those cat ears appeared milky white, soft as the clouds high in the sky. Yet beneath the supple fur, one could vaguely catch a glimpse of the pink, tender muscles of the ears in flashes. Just a single glance made one feel a strong urge to reach out and touch them.

A demi-human?

Fisher's gaze shifted uncontrollably toward the direction of those cat ears, and very quickly, he spotted a young girl with long, curly white hair at the corner of the street. That young girl wore an unconventional maid outfit of a "maid cafe" only found in Naris. Quite a bit of curly, white fur also grew on her two hands, which were currently hugging a paper-wrapped bag of bread, humming a strange little tune in her mouth.

A Cat-kin?

No, she wasn't the Cat-kin unique to the Southern Continent. Little Jack had researched Cat-kin; there were no white breeds among this type of demi-human, nor would the fur on their bodies be so exuberant. Furthermore, the tail behind this maid-outfit-wearing demi-human wasn't even as long as her skirt hem; she absolutely couldn't be a Cat-kin...

As Fisher observed and observed, he suddenly remembered something. Among the [Snow Mountain Familiars] tags provided by the Demi-Human Completion Handbook previously, there was a demi-human race called the [Cloud Cat-kin]. Could this be referring to this type of demi-human? Moreover, her fur looked both fluffy and soft, just like cotton candy, perfectly corresponding to the name of this demi-human race.

The demi-human races of the Northern Border were completely unexplored territory for the already barren demi-human academia of the West Continent. The Northerners lived alongside these demi-humans and wouldn't have the idle time to systematically research them like Fisher did...

"What's wrong?"

Alajina beside him noticed Fisher's footsteps suddenly pause, and so she looked in the direction of his gaze. However, the demi-human wearing the maid outfit had already disappeared around the street corner, causing her gaze to meet empty air. Thus, she asked so confusedly.

Fisher also retracted his gaze with a somewhat lingering feeling. He shook his head, then turned back and said.

"It's nothing... By the way, after we finish buying things, do you and Aoxi want to have a cup of coffee?"

"Coffee?"

Fisher continued walking toward the market with Alajina, then added a sentence.

"Ah... my treat."