Chapter 668 - 107. Devout Servant
"Fermat Baha Dragon God..."
"What Dragon God?"
Lost in thought for a long time, Fisher suddenly spoke up and blurted out an obscure word in Dragon Language. No sooner had he finished speaking than a sleepy, square-shaped book-like relic appeared on his shoulder. Who else could it be but Emhardt?
His eyes were so heavy he could hardly open them, but the book with only one eye and a mouth kept inching toward the desk as if it smelled some kind of exquisite feast, insatiable with hunger. The aroma of knowledge instantly snapped him out of his drowsiness, and he couldn’t wait to leap onto the table, eyes shining as he looked at the few ancient pages,
"Not bad, Fisher, giving me such great stuff to celebrate just as I wake up. These things should pretty much heal my internal injuries. What is this stuff, and where did you get it from?"
Fisher, interrupted from his thoughts, glanced at the excited Emhardt and, after a slight pause, replied with a smile,
"It was prepared just for you. Have a read."
Emhardt opened his mouth, and a touched expression was clearly visible in his one eye. It’s a pity he had no hands to wipe away tears; otherwise, he would certainly have done so at that very moment. Even without that, his signature duck voice couldn’t help but tremble slightly. He turned to look at the pages and said to Fisher,
"Although you usually run your mouth, you’re pretty reliable when it matters. Alright, I won’t say thanks for the favor. I absolutely won’t bring up that stuff with Valentina to her from before; your mind can be at ease."
"..."
Fisher didn’t respond, his face dark, but he watched as Emhardt’s body glowed with layers of golden light meant for reading, absorbing every word from the ancient pages and constantly uttering exclamations of amazement,
"My god, so that’s how Witches came to be? Wait a minute, who in the world has the ability to form a contract with the Chaos Species, those guys that even Paimon wouldn’t dare provoke..."
In Emhardt’s mouth, Paimon was nearly becoming a unit of measurement. In his eyes, the starting phrase for describing something terribly frightening was "even Paimon wouldn’t dare..."
But in the next second, Emhardt’s excited expression stiffened for a moment. He hopped back a few steps and turned to Fisher, gritting his teeth but speaking in a very soft voice,
"Damn it, Fisher, are you losing your mind day by day? I really doubt you could survive three days without me around. Every day, you’re either seeking death or on the path to it... No, if you want to die, can’t you consider the feelings of the great Book Knight? Are you trying to take me with you?"
Fisher propped up his cheek and arched an eyebrow, looking at the blustering Emhardt in front of him, not getting angry. The first thing that came to mind was that this guy must be doing rather well if he could shout like this; the Soul Completion Manual must have nearly healed his injuries. So, his expression was quite casual as he simply asked,
"What’s wrong?"
"What’s wrong?! Are you crazy? I know you’re a Nali person, closely related to the faith of the Mother Goddess, but you usually just casually chant ’Mother Goddess bless you,’ and that’s fine, but to actually get your hands on the Mother Goddess’s things... You, you, you have Ramasiti... ah, anyway, those big gods watching over you, do you understand how bad their relationship is with Her? They’re archenemies, get it? Aren’t you afraid you’ll be smitten by lightning on the spot?"
Fisher narrowed his eyes, well aware of the implications. When he acquired this item, he had considered this point. The Demi-human Girls Completion Manual refers to the Mother Goddess as "the Fake God the world does not tolerate", which, to some extent, had already confirmed the previous relationship between these divine beings. But this could extend to two questions.
First, where did this Mother Goddess, shunned by the world, come from, and why is She rejected by the other deities, solely because She directly participated in that epoch-making war? Second, why did the Mother Goddess disappear after the war? Was it due to Her own reasons, or did the other deities join hands to punish Her? And if She is alive now, where is She?
But no matter the outcome, Fisher had felt no deep hatred from the other deities toward the Mother Goddess so far. Fisher was unclear why the gods had chosen him, but he was quite certain it was closely related to the Completion Manuals in his possession, especially the Demi-human Girls Completion Manual.
Although the Manual’s content and rewards were rather unserious, its magic was undeniable. If so, the rewards the Demi-human Girls Completion Manual provided must also have been within the silent consent of those deities. They probably wanted him to know as much as possible and to grow as quickly as possible to help them solve unknown problems sooner...
"I’m still fine, aren’t I? You’re making such a fuss. Last time you saw Dalasgon it was the same..."
"You mean seeing Dalas... the God as well?! You are truly daring, oh, I now understand why you’re always charming those ladies, it turns out it’s because bravery propels you, right? It’s because bravery is a reflection of your eager researcher’s spirit for exploring magic, isn’t it?"
Fisher scratched his ear, his brain automatically filtering out the rest of Emhardt’s emotional ramblings. Although this incomplete volume two did not record any ancient deities’ magic, he had deduced a way to contact the Chaos Species of the Spirit Realm from the Magic of Stars. After all, in a sense, the nature of this Star Magic was just to call the Chaos Species over to see if they found the female to their liking.