Chapter 1346: Chapter 25: Flesh and Blood (3)

He shook his head. He was just about to take out the Soul Completion Manual from his arms to read, but when he reached in and felt around, what he pulled out instead was that Demi-human Girls Completion Manual—the Completion Manual that had accompanied him from beginning to end.

Only this time, Fisher narrowed his eyes all of a sudden, and, as if after a long separation, carefully examined the outside of this Completion Manual again.

The inner golden handwriting was all condensed from his own thoughts, so there was no need to inspect it. He just looked at the title page that recorded the Doomsday Prophecy and raised his hand to touch that row of neat square characters below.

"What is it you actually want me to do, Demi-human girl control?"

At the beginning, he had thought this Doomsday Prophecy was aimed at Humans, at the crimes Humans had committed. He wanted to protect his own race, wanted to run away from Saint Nali, where Elizabeth was, so he set out on his journey.

But swept along all the way to this point, now hearing this prophecy come out of Moli’s mouth again—a prophecy that even a Demigod like Xuan Can wanted to hide from...

What does it actually mean; is it a curse, or a blessing?

"First of all, I am not a Demi-human girl control."

Fisher stared at those cold, golden, square characters for a long time. Of course he couldn’t get any answers from a book, so he could only take a deep breath and snap it shut with one hand. Then he sat up, turned his head to look at the sky outside the narrow window, where the afternoon sunlight lay.

He still had to find those two hidden Demon Servants. He decided to come back at night to read the Soul Completion Manual.

...

...

"What did you talk about in the room?"

Outside the Praying Tower, Fisher once again put on that red Praying Tower work robe. The heavy robe could effectively conceal his appearance and also lower the cost of his movements. After telling Mier that he was going out to look for Demons, he once more left with Emhardt. One man and one book walked along the Dragon Court’s bustling afternoon streets.

Emhardt shrank in Fisher’s arms, staring dead-fish-eyed at the road ahead, and suddenly asked this.

Fisher didn’t look at him, just countered,

"And what makes you so sure we only talked?"

"Oh, spare me. I know you. With just that little bit of time, what else could you have done."

Emhardt wiggled his bookish body, probably shifting into a more comfortable position as he spoke... Fisher himself had no idea what kind of position could be considered comfortable for a book.

He just smiled faintly, didn’t refute him, and simply asked,

"You’re not mad anymore?"

"What would I be mad about? First, I’m used to it. Who told me I’m the great Book Knight and also your friend; second, seeing you caught between that Dragon Queen and Moli, torn both ways—I’m too busy enjoying the show to be angry. Getting mad would be a total waste."

"So that’s how it is." 𝑓𝑟𝑒𝘦𝓌𝑒𝑏𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝘭.𝒸𝘰𝑚

"What about you, are you mad that I didn’t tell you beforehand Moli was here?"

"Why would I be mad? Even if you’d told me in advance, I’d already followed Rafael all the way to the Gate of Dragon Court; there was no dodging it. Things you’ve done will come back to bite you one day—I understand that very well, so of course I have to accept it. Besides, this is just the beginning; I’ve no idea how many situations like this I’ll have to deal with down the line..."

"Well, that’s what you get. Look at you: every time you part ways with a Lady you had a deep relationship with, the moment you meet a new Lady it’s like the previous woman never existed, and you instantly start another romance—just like some irresponsible scumbag who eats clean and runs. And honestly, it’d be better if you really were irresponsible; the entanglements wouldn’t run this deep. But then you turn around and won’t let go of anyone, it’s pure self-torture."

Fisher smiled faintly. He might already have had an answer in his heart, but just as he was about to say it, his soul suddenly caught a whiff of something ill-timed. That scent made his flesh and blood start to squirm, as if they’d sensed something exciting.

Chaos...

His expression grew a bit more serious. He pressed Emhardt in his arms down and looked toward a certain direction in the bustling market.

"Got a lead."

"A lead? Those two Dem—ah, ah ah!"

Emhardt had just opened his mouth when, in the next second, Fisher’s entire figure had already vanished from where he stood, silently rushing in the direction of that scent.

In the sky, the Sun was gradually covered by drifting clouds, bringing some hard-won afternoon shade that cast swathes of Dragon Court’s buildings into shadow.

Fisher quickly stepped into a deep, shadowed alley, purpose unknown.

As soon as he entered, Fisher caught a faint trace of a fishy smell. If his Rank weren’t so high, he might not even have noticed it.

He raised an eyebrow and, together with Emhardt, looked into the alley.

He saw that under a sunshade set up at the mouth of the alley for cooling off, a great number of male and female demi-humans were copulating recklessly and madly, like they were having an open-air party.

"This..."

Emhardt couldn’t bear to look, while Fisher stared coldly at everything before him, taking in the identities of everyone entangled in the act.

Judging from the clothes scattered nearby, they were all ordinary residents of Dragon Court.

He raised a hand to cover Emhardt’s single eye, then slowly walked into the heat-soaked alley, scanning everything around him.

They really were lost to it; not a single one reacted to Fisher, a living, breathing man, walking in. Every one of them was wholly immersed in the ecstasy of the moment.

"Filthy Demons, the lot of them! Hurry up and grab them and wipe them out, they’re just like those crude Elves..."

Even with his eye covered, Emhardt still cursed furiously.

"No, they’re not here."

But Fisher only glanced around and did not sense the presence of those two Demons.

Under the sunshade, on the ground of that party, clumps of writhing flesh were trembling among the people taking part. From that flesh sprouted arrowhead-like tails, tentacles constantly probing their surroundings, waiting to extract the Fallen Self from the bodies of those immersed in bliss...

Staring at the squirming flesh, Fisher slowly furrowed his brows, and for the moment actually put the matter of the two Demons aside.

The reason was simple: as someone who had fought that Life Minister head-on, he certainly understood the other party’s methods and power.

He hadn’t thought much of it during the Demon-summoning ritual earlier, but now he suddenly felt exactly the same as Moli did...

Why does this power feel so similar to what Erwin used before?