Demi-human Girls Completion Manual

"Clang... Clang..."

In the narrow and shabby wooden restaurant, the Schwali girl Ingrid supported her cheek with one hand, staring dumbfounded at the gentleman beside her who was feasting. In front of him were stacked countless porcelain plates, despite the Pig-man chef having taken some dishes away in advance.

Fisher leisurely used the utensils provided by the restaurant to elegantly cut the food into bite-sized pieces, but this process didn’t slow down his eating speed at all. In Ingrid’s eyes, even the most stubborn bones seemed as thin as paper under his knife and fork.

This skillful action further confirmed to Ingrid that the man in front of her was not a native human of the South Continent, but a gentleman from the West Continent.

But gentleman or not, Ingrid couldn’t help but ask,

"How long has it been since you last ate?"

Fisher glanced at her without any embarrassment. Since the girl would eventually have requests of him, even if he didn’t meet her demands, he could conveniently offer her magic worth far more than this meal; he might as well enjoy it.

He slowly put down his knife and fork, touched his now perfectly flat stomach, and from the hole in his torn shirt, his waist looked completely restored, only the power of Renie had vanished entirely.

Renie, where did she go?

Originally, there was a Hart Bird in the wallet to contact Renie, but during their last reunion, the Hart Bird had already flown away. At that time, both Fisher and Renie were immersed in the joy of reunion, so they forgot to let her put another Hart Bird in. Without that postcard to contact Renie, Fisher found the wallet insignificant, having lost it in the Holy Land.

On the surface, he wiped his lips with a napkin and said to the girl beside him,

"Shall we talk outside?"

Ingrid pursed her lips, then took out several hundred Narliou bills from her pocket and tossed them onto the table before getting up and walking out of the small restaurant first, speaking to the Pig-man in Dragon Court Language, 𝙛𝒓𝒆𝙚𝒘𝒆𝓫𝙣𝓸𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝒄𝒐𝓶

"No need for change."

"Ah, take care, both of you."

Fisher glanced at the Pig-man who was gleefully placing the Narliou bills into the counter, and after a moment’s pause, he also got up and followed the girl’s footsteps out of the restaurant.

It was noon on the South Continent, with the sun shining brightly and the breeze gently blowing across the plain. It lifted Fisher’s long black hair a little.

And on the street, since earlier no demi-humans bothered to watch after Fisher glanced at them, the already not-too-bustling town seemed only to be left with him and the girl.

Ingrid stood in the middle of the street, looking into the distance, and as Fisher looked in the direction she was gazing, he saw smoke rising in the distance.

The place seemed to be a factory.

Upon hearing Fisher’s voice, Ingrid, who was about to lift her Picture Keeper to take a photo, turned around, gritting her teeth as she said to Fisher,

"Uncle, where did you come from starving like that? You’ve eaten so much, one meal worth a week’s food for me..."

Uncle?

Although the girl indeed looked very young, probably not yet twenty, and though he was just over thirty himself, he didn’t think he deserved such a label...

Tangze Asuka, who’s younger than this, never called me that.

Fisher thought involuntarily but touched his long hair and beard that hadn’t been tidied in a while, not denying her calling him uncle, he merely said,

"Not bad, half-full."

"Haha."

"I have something to ask you."

"Wait, shouldn’t I ask you first? I just treated you to a meal."

"You go ahead."

Ingrid glanced around at the quiet surroundings, then gestured to Fisher while walking forward and asking,

"How long have you been here, uncle?"

"Just arrived."

"Just arrived? What do you mean, like in the past few days?"

"Almost."

Ingrid, feeling a bit headachey, touched her beret and pouted, saying,

"I was hoping you’d know something about that factory ahead. It’s impossible to capture anything in Dragon Court City. I’ve asked all the locals, and they all refuse to say anything about the factory. I figured since you’re from the West Continent..."

The town wasn’t big, and the girl’s pace was quick, reaching the edge during the conversation. By the end, Ingrid was covering her head in frustration and squatted down on the ground, looking unwillingly at the factory emitting smoke in the distance, yet she didn’t complain about how much Fisher had eaten.

This girl’s family must be quite well-off.

Uncle Fisher glanced at the smoking factory surrounded by a high wall in the distance and couldn’t help but ask,

"What does the factory produce?"

"I don’t know, all I know is this land was ’rented’ to Nali by New Dragon Court. Jurisdiction here belongs to the Golden Palace and the exploration company, they’ve built many factories here, similar to the properties of the Nali Consulate next to Dragon Court City’s Dragon Palace."

Fisher squinted, increasingly feeling something was off. Coupled with the new-style Narliou she had produced earlier, he couldn’t help but ask,