Demi-human Girls Completion Manual

Capítulo 690: 115. Long time no see (Happy New Year, add more chapters, my liege)

Time rewound to ten minutes before, deep in the hallway of the first-floor lobby.

“Fisher, he’s here, inside the washroom.”

In Fisher’s vision, the man with a Mediterranean haircut, Caleb Wuz, suddenly appeared at the entrance to the men’s washroom, pointing towards the room he was leaning against, and warned Fisher in this manner.

Fisher glanced at him but didn’t respond because he knew that the Caleb Wuz before him was just an illusion; the real Caleb Wuz had long perished along with the Dragon Court in the river of history.

He disregarded the other and pushed open the door of the washroom, only to see Balzac with his head down over the sink. In Fisher’s eyes, there seemed to be a huge flesh-monster on the frail body of the scholar, with a proboscis like that of a mosquito emerging from the creature’s head, ceaselessly draining his brain matter.

Fisher’s pupils shrank, and his Fluid Sword instantly extended, its massive silver light unfurling and engulfing the entire room. But as soon as the blade was drawn, two voices suddenly erupted in front of Fisher, from his embrace.

“What are you doing? Fisher!”

“Wait, I… cough, cough!”

The simultaneous cries of intervention from Emhardt and Balzac made Fisher’s movement halt for a moment. The next second, his eyes blinked, and the dreadful scene in the washroom where the monster was sucking Balzac’s brain abruptly shifted to show only a pale-faced Balzac by himself, holding his hands in front of his chest, panic-stricken, looking at Fisher, who held the blade with a cold face.

Fisher’s slicing motion stopped abruptly, but the full-strength blow of the Tenth Rank couldn’t be halted, and it whipped up a fierce wind that sent Balzac, who was holding his hands, flying backward. The tiles under Fisher’s forceful left foot shattered, and the exaggerated destruction spread, nearly dismantling the entire washroom with the edge of the Fluid Sword.

“Crack, crack, crack!”

Chunks of tile fell from the ceiling, and Fisher’s blade, emitting a chill, stopped between Balzac’s legs, almost ending the Hahn family line then and there.

“Don’t kill me…don’t kill me…”

Balzac, quite cowardly, let a hot stream leak from his pants; he was already severely ill with a cold, and now he was utterly terrified.

Fisher panted, and Emhardt who was snugged in his arms suddenly flew out, repeatedly bashing his squared head against Fisher’s head.

“What in the world is wrong with you? As soon as you come in, you draw your sword to strike. Have you gone so insane that you won’t let a man appear in the sight of the Turand Family’s young miss?!”

“…Didn’t you see it?”

Fisher said, somewhat breathlessly, looking at the now-normal Balzac. But in that instant before, he was sure that there was some kind of monster on Balzac, whether it was the soul’s aura or…

“See what…wait, what did you just see? Did you go behind my back and secretly read those damn books again? Dammit, I’ve told you before that you can’t just read forbidden knowledge willy-nilly. It’s not as simple as a lapse in judgment anymore; I don’t want you turning into a madman one day!”

Fisher did not answer Emhardt’s question, but just looked at Balzac weeping with snot and tears, guessing he was now having a mental breakdown. His body was already weak due to a cold, coughing badly here this morning. And then, without a word, as soon as Fisher entered, he drew his sword and slash at him. The power of the Tenth Rank, even with a retracted sword, almost demolished the place, scaring him to the point of questioning his entire existence.

“No, there’s something wrong with his condition.”

Fisher squinted at the tearful Balzac lying on the ground, suddenly realizing something. He took four steps in one stride over to him and lifted his arm, but as soon as he grasped Balzac’s hand, Balzac retracted it like he had been electrocuted.

“Don’t…don’t touch me! I really made a mistake, big brother, I won’t provoke you again…”

Emhardt, floating in mid-air, rolled his eyes and sarcastically said to Fisher,

“You see, you’ve scared the poor guy into changing genders. Next time don’t go berserk, not everyone can be as great as the Book Knight, unbothered by gender.”

Fisher couldn’t be bothered with him. His murky Magic Circuit in his hand lit up, and Balzac’s Magic Circuit was stimulated at the same time. The moment Balzac’s Magic Circuit lit up, Fisher immediately saw a Magic Circuit wriggling everywhere like tadpoles in his right arm. Among those Magic Circuits, one shaped like a meat worm was especially conspicuous…

“Wait, what is this… What is this worm doing in my hand?!”

Balzac was no bumpkin from the countryside; he recognized that those Magic Circuits within his own body were not his own, but more like some kind of creature he had never before seen parasitizing him.

Fisher’s eyes grew cold as he clenched his teeth, but in his heart, a chilling name suddenly resounded.

Erwin!

The Life Minister had made his move…

Five days ago, problems had already arisen with Balzac’s body. This indicated that at least five days prior, the other party had placed this meat worm inside Balzac’s body, and those tadpole-like things were the eggs laid by this worm. What was truly bothersome, however, was that these creatures were not the clones of Balzac but peculiar beasts he had cultivated.

Erwin knew he had a Death Rune on his hand that could kill him with a single blow, so he used such a method of hiding beneath the water’s surface.

“Balzac, how have you been feeling during this time?”

“Ah, feeling? I…it’s like having a cold and a fever, but at night it’s hard to sleep, and I keep dreaming…”

“Dreams? What about?”

“Well…nothing much. Just about my exile in Schwali before, oh, and the search for the Seal with you recently.”

Fisher’s pupils narrowed slightly. If Erwin hadn’t obtained clues about entering the Wutong Tree when he tried to ambush the Cardinal, he could definitely know their movements since the Cardinal always knew where he was. Erwin was no fool; if Valentina, a member of the Turand Family, whom nobody sees on ordinary days, was moving about outside, it was certainly for a purpose.

Erwin had set his sights on the Turand Family, and it was very likely he already knew entering the Wutong Tree required a Seal. His target this time was the Seal in Valentina’s hands.

Fisher abruptly looked up at the upper floor—where Valentina and Clan Chief Dal were negotiating. If that were the case, then Erwin’s target was definitely Valentina.

“No, Brother Fisher…no, my lord, aren’t you a Mage? Please, save me. What is in my hand, why can’t I feel anything?”

Fisher looked down only to suddenly discover the distorted magic circuit in his hand coming to life violently. The next moment, a bulge appeared on Balzac’s hand, and a huge meat worm burst forth from his muscles, flinging itself at Fisher along with Balzac’s fresh blood.

“Ah, I feel it, I feel it now, but it hurts so much!!”

“Clang, clang, clang!”

The meat worm swung its tentacles at Fisher like lightning mid-air, but Fisher stood with his Fluid Sword in hand and precisely blocked the meat worm’s assault. Then, the Fluid Sword rigid in midair abruptly twisted and skewered the meat worm to the ground.

Fisher looked up at Balzac’s blood-drenched arm, only to see at the break where the worm emerged, countless tiny worms dotted with small black spots continually burrowed out of his arm. Seemingly having absorbed Balzac’s blood, the vermin proliferated endlessly, swiftly filling the entire bathroom like floodwater.

“Ah, Fisher…save me…I don’t…want to die…”

Faced with Balzac’s pleading voice, Fisher looked up sharply and with a swift draw of his sword severed his right hand. The cut-off arm spun half a circle in midair, withering like a branch even as the last wave of tiny worms hit the bathroom floor.

However, the tiny worms didn’t attack Fisher; they frenziedly burrowed into the cracks in the bathroom walls, the black swarm vanishing in an instant, leaving nothing behind. But Fisher had a premonition that they hadn’t disappeared— to his eyes, the floor seemed to hallucinatory sprout a giant pupil, which then vanished the very next second.

Instead, there came a tremor and a rumble like an earthquake.

“Boom!”

“Ah, it hurts, my hand, I’m going to die…Mom…”

“Fisher, something seems to be growing underneath! Damn it, wait, open your pocket. Let me hide back in before you move!”

With a stony face, Fisher threw the one-handed Balzac out of the bathroom with his Fluid Sword. He followed by tossing two Magic Rings to him, saying,

“The green one is a Healing Ring, use it to stop the bleeding first; the white one contains Light Magic, use it for defense. Find a safe place to hide; don’t die.” Follow current novels on novel✦fire.net

Holding his constantly bleeding shoulder with his right arm completely gone, Balzac turned a pale face yet nodded in gratitude to Fisher. Then, he ran out of the hotel without looking back.

“Boom!”

The booming underground noise continued nonstop. Fisher stood his ground, watching in horror as the floor, burrowed by the tiny worms, surged with thick tendrils like flesh or tree branches. The giant tentacles tightly encapsulated the hotel where Valentina was staying, casting a bloody shadow over the rooms.

A blood-streaked eyeball burst open before Fisher. Although he knew that the strange creature before him was not Erwin himself, that man was definitely watching him through this creature.

And sure enough, the next second, the giant eyeball twitched, its blood-streaked pupil split violently open, revealing sharp teeth inside as well as a faint human voice,

“Fisher…long time no see…”

Fisher swept Emhardt into his embrace, a cold light flashing in his eyes as he raised his Fluid Sword toward the eyeball, likewise sneering,

“Long time no see, Erwin.”