Chapter 633: 96. Quiz Game_2
Chapter 633: 96. Quiz Game_2
“Smooth-talking Nali people,” he mused. “But back when you were on the ‘Iceberg Queen’, Captain Alagina was also a Northern Realm person with white hair. It would make sense that the first time you saw snow was when you first met her.”
Fisher moved with light steps, pushing Miss Valentina’s wheelchair at a pace that was neither fast nor slow. Freed from Emhardt’s constraints, he felt a rare sense of liberation. Otherwise, this would have been the time for him to cast a disparaging look at himself, not only disturbing his peace of mind but more importantly disrupting the implementation of his “Hidden Bloodline Research Project of Valentina.”
But now that Valentina had brought up Alagina, Fisher couldn’t help but think of the ‘Iceberg Queen’ from the Sardinia Female Country, her ship harboring Old Jack and Isabella from Nali. He wondered if they had reached Pirate Harbor…
Shaking his head, Fisher tossed these thoughts aside and sighed, saying,
“This is different. Captain Alagina’s white hair didn’t remind me of the snows of the Northern Realm, but rather the deep blue waves of the ocean. Before coming to the Northern Realm, I had no idea how out of place her temperament was here… Miss Valentina, on the other hand, immediately gave me the sense of a genuine Northern Realm temperament.”
“Oh, is that so…” Valentina murmured thoughtfully, blinking without inquiring what exactly he meant by “genuine Northern Realm temperament.”
Since the wheelchair was being pushed by Fisher, Valentina didn’t lean back against it at first, sitting up straight as she was still somewhat wary of the relatively unfamiliar man. But after hearing his words, she hesitated for a few seconds before leaning back into the wheelchair.
When Fisher wheeled her to the elevator, Celti and Balzac hadn’t arrived yet. He had brought his boss here alone without waiting for them; they were still busy with things outside, which gave him and Valentina an additional chance to interact. After waiting for a few minutes, Balzac and Celti showed up.
“Sorry, boss, I took a trip to the washroom and got delayed.”
“No problem, let’s go up and assign the rooms. We haven’t moved everything in today, so we’ll start preparing properly tomorrow.”
While Valentina was speaking, Fisher had already started pulling her into the elevator. While she continued to speak, she moved into the elevator and waited for the other two employees to enter. Once inside, the elevator quieted down for a moment, and Fisher temporarily released the handle of her wheelchair to rest with his eyes closed.
Valentina, fidgeting with her ring, suddenly glanced down at her white hair draping over her shoulders, feeling that it didn’t resemble the snows of the Northern Realm.
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“Ah ha! I’m back!”
At the hotel’s top floor conference room, Philis burst in with a big bag of items, kicking open the door happily. She had arrived the latest so she didn’t get to choose her room, but that wasn’t a concern for her, weighed down as she was with purchases.
With her eyebrows arched and a tiger tooth visibly showing in her open mouth, she didn’t know how many things she had packed in her bulging embrace. The atmosphere inside the conference room was harmonious. Valentina was sitting cross-legged on the couch in front of the coffee table, where a chess game commonly played in the Western Continent was already in the mid-game.
She had been reading the hotel encyclopedia just before and was now watching Balzac and Fisher play chess. Since they currently had nothing to do—as Fisher had planned to practice engraving magic, but even the Magic Materials hadn’t been delivered—he wished he had carried a bag with him. Having nothing better to do, Valentina proposed letting the two play a game of chess.
Fisher was indifferent, but Balzac felt like a bright pearl covered in dust since Fisher’s arrival, harboring a competitive streak towards the scholar. He quickly agreed to settle the score over the chessboard, hence the harmonious afternoon.
“Boss, Old Ba, and… Fisher, I brought back some souvenirs for you guys.”
“Old Ba, your moth…”
“Eh, let me see, are you losing?”
Philis leaned in, rummaging in her bag while innocently eyeing Balzac, her words inflaming him, his face reddening and neck swelling as he turned his head and clenched his teeth at her,
“Can a bumpkin like you even understand chess?”
“I don’t, but looking at your face, I can tell you’re getting trounced… Here, take this.”
Philis casually tossed a Schwali-style silk scarf at him, then dug into the bag again and pulled out a clear Nali-style Handcane and handed it to Fisher. He hadn’t expected such an expensive gift and was surprised as he took the light cane, thanking her.
Upon closer inspection, he saw that the cane was a commemorative edition made for the celebration of the new king’s ascension. At the very top, small characters were engraved,
“To the esteemed Gedelin X Your Majesty, please allow me to praise your issed ordinances with my work, so my family may find warmth and full bellies.”
Fisher was somewhat speechless, suddenly feeling the cane grow hot in his hand as if it might contain some of Elizabeth’s listening and tracking magic. But fortunately, after checking it, he found nothing.