CHAPTER 832: CHAPTER 4: HER LARK (PART 2)

At this point, Fisher’s thoughts became clear, as if a faint light of hope was emerging before him.

"So, does that mean the Fermat Baha Dragon God might not be dead and is still hiding somewhere on the South Continent?"

"That’s indeed possible. Although I don’t know why he hasn’t appeared for so long, it’s always good to check out the South Continent. We definitely can’t give up!"

Before Fisher could say anything, Emhardt, already more excited than him, flew onto his shoulder, bouncing up and down and continuing to speak to him. The previous gloominess from Fisher giving up treatment and waiting for death was finally dispelled a bit, and he quickly became excited again.

"Why don’t we make the South Continent our first stop? Anyway, according to my guess, if you go to Nali first, your ex-ex-ex-girlfriend, Queen Elizabeth, will absolutely not let you leave!"

"How did it become my ex-ex-ex-girlfriend again?"

Fisher glanced at him speechlessly, while Emhardt clicked his tongue, glancing in the direction of the Sema Snow Mountain.

"You forgot, you still have an ex-wife lying in the Wutong Tree!"

"..."

Fisher coughed speechlessly, unable to respond, and turned his head away, only to find Ilois sitting quietly beside him at some point. However, it was clear she didn’t understand the conversation between Fisher and Emhardt earlier, only tilting her head in confusion, with a hesitant yet complex expression on her face,

"Ex... ex-girlfriend and ex-wife?"

"Ah, that is... never mind, it’s hard to explain in a short time. Ilois, thank you for your hospitality. I only came to check on you; I need to be on my way now."

Fisher smiled and stood up, and Ilois quickly got up as well, looking over the now very weak Fisher, she said,

"Oh? So soon... Wait, Mr. Fisher, are you going to Luxiang Castle? Why don’t I take you there, you now..."

"It’s okay, I’m not to the point where I can’t walk. Don’t worry. I’m not sure if we’ll meet again, but I have your phone number. If there’s an opportunity, I’ll call you. May the Mother Goddess bless you."

Ilois was slightly taken aback, then smiled and made a devout gesture of blessing, replying,

"Alright then, staying here won’t solve any problems anyway. May the Mother Goddess bless you, I hope you recover soon, Mr. Fisher."

"Definitely."

Fisher nodded, putting the Fluid Sword into his bosom. Emhardt, worried about adding weight to him, quickly flew up and followed him to the door.

Ilois opened the door for Fisher first. The Northern Realm’s new year’s wind and snow were fierce. Clearly, not long ago, the Death Lord from the east of Kado had just left, and now his footprints were barely visible. No one knew which direction he went.

Ilois wanted to see him off further, but Fisher waved his hand at her, indicating she didn’t need to follow, and headed alone toward the icy snowy land outside the Healing Corruption Church.

"Mr. Fisher, remember to call me later!"

"No problem!"

He called back to the demi-human nun at the door as he coughed and slowly made his way towards Luxiang Castle, becoming gradually out of sight for Ilois.

...

...

In the snow, the two of them chatted as they walked, not knowing how much time had passed. Emhardt hovered above Fisher’s head, shielding him from the snow and wind, while watching him walk slowly through the snow, couldn’t help but shake the snow off his back and complain to Fisher,

"So why didn’t you bring the Slime with you to the Healing Corruption Church? Letting them wait for you in the city, it’s so cold outside, and I’m afraid you’ll be done for before you even reach the South Continent and find the Fermat Baha Dragon God..."

"Cough cough... my rank has been lowered, but I’m not crippled, so reaching there isn’t a problem. As for the Slime waiting for me in the city, that’s their choice. When I came down from the Wutong Tree, I roughly told the Turand Family’s situation to the trolls and Slime, and they are aware of what happened with the Snow Fox Species."

Walking made Fisher exhausted, the constitution of the zeroth rank of a zeroth rank was really exaggerated. The long-lost feeling of weakness surged through his body, forcing him to stop and rest for a bit,

"Without the assault of the base curse, the Slime are making arrangements to return to the Northern Realm. The Turand Family betrayed the Phoenix and are still residing in the Moon Princess’s fortress, repeatedly trying to assassinate Valentina and the Six Clans, and the Slime won’t let the Turand Family go... Most of the current Turand Family are short-lived people infused with Phoenix Blood, dealing with them won’t be difficult. The challenge is how to best take over the business they’ve run in the Northern Realm for so long, that’s why the Slime are waiting for me in McDowell City."

Emhardt gave Fisher a surprised look and said,

"You’re really something, the Turand Family is in for it now... Wait, when did you tell the trolls about this, how come I didn’t know?"

"Those days, you were flipping through the books inside your stomach every day, I called out to you but you wouldn’t listen, how would you know what I said to the Slime and trolls..."

"Tch, and who was I flipping through those books for? Wasn’t it for you?"

"Uh-huh, thank you."

"Insincere!"

After resting for a moment, Fisher continued walking forward with Emhardt,

"Let’s head to the South Continent first and meet Rafael. You haven’t met her; she’s of the Dragon-man Species and should know something about the Ancient Dragon Court. If we can find Fermat Baha, that would be best. If not, I’ll head out to the pirates..."

"To find the Destructive God! You just mentioned you knew that Destructive God, and she’s that Whale-man girl’s mother. If we can’t find Fermat Baha on the South Continent, we’ll go to the sea to find her so her mother can save you. Don’t worry, I won’t talk about your personal life later. You’ll be a pure and innocent young gentleman..."

Emhardt interrupted Fisher, spinning and speaking as such. Fisher was about to respond when he suddenly felt the Demi-human Girls Completion Manual in his arms start to heat up slightly, his brows furrowed as he took out the Demi-human Girls Completion Manual from his left pocket, but no lines of illusory golden text appeared as usual.

His actions paused for a moment, and suddenly, as if through psychic intuition, his heartbeat quickened. He stopped, flipping through the many entries on demi-human information within the Demi-human Girls Completion Manual, finally stopping because of something like a bookmark.

There, between the two pages, was a photo given to him by a witch for remote communication. That photo, which had been dormant for about half a year, was now emitting wisps of visible purple light.

Fisher’s pupils contracted, and he immediately took the photo out from the Demi-human Girls Completion Manual. In the photo, a purple lark, which Fisher hadn’t seen in ages, was hopping frantically in the center of the photo, seemingly anxiously pecking at the photo’s paper,

"Help, help, Fisher, Hart saw Renie being chased by humans. Fisher, Fisher, save me!"

With that, the lark in the photo flapped its wings, taking off from Fisher’s palm, breaking through the confines of the photo and flying northward, flapping its wings and repeating,

"This way! This way!"

Emhardt, who had been floating above Fisher’s head, also flew up, dumbfounded as he watched the lark hovering mid-air, turning back to speak to Fisher, and said in astonishment,

"A lark? Flew out of a photo, and it can talk? Am I still dreaming?"

"Renie..."

"Wait, which Renie? Is it that witch you mentioned before?"

Fisher’s breathing became rapid. He looked at the lark in mid-air, a familiar scent seemed to waft to his nose, and he couldn’t care about anything else. He immediately gathered all his strength and rushed in the lark’s direction with urgency,

"Emhardt, follow!"

"Huh? Where are you going? Aren’t we headed to McDowell anymore?! Hey, you’re still being pursued by death, slow down!"