Chapter 472 - 32. Phoenix Feather Robe
Fisher leaned against the window, gently reached behind him to close the window, and shut out the noise of Patulshen Island completely. He was just about to turn around to take a good look at Ossie behind him, pondering how to study her thoroughly, when he turned and met her gaze.
"Staring..."
A second after she noticed Fisher looking at her, she turned her head back expressionlessly, but her body honestly moved her butt in the opposite direction on the bed, holding the Steel Blade. It seemed she was trying to alleviate the awkwardness of making eye contact with Fisher.
There were two beds in the room; she sat on the inner bed, while Fisher sat on the one near the window.
Although Ossie didn’t look at him anymore, the Steel Blade in her arms was not so honest. It kept peeking out, tilting its head as if to greet him, just in a not so friendly manner.
"Idiot... idiot..."
Emhardt, peeking out of the pocket with only one eye, couldn’t help but snicker upon hearing the parrot’s voice, as if he was pleased that it was not scolding Fisher, but him. However, his pleasure didn’t last more than a second, as Fisher forcefully stuffed it back the next moment.
"Steel Blade... don’t do that..."
Hidden under her cloak, Ossie’s wings awkwardly hugged the colorful parrot tighter and forcefully turned its head away from Fisher. Yet, she continued to sit on the bed without looking at Fisher, her voice as soft and pitiful as the sound of a mosquito fluttering its wings in the distance.
Fisher gazed at her back, already starting to figure out how to talk to her to make her cooperate with his research. Before he could speak, however, her stomach made a very loud "gurgle."