It was a good afternoon, and at this time, in the shade of the deck of the Iceberg Queen, Fisher was holding a pen and constantly writing something on the book.

And beside his shoulder, a floating book kept talking about something in the gentleman's ear,

"No, no, how could it look like this? Your painter can only be described as being too ugly. I really feel itchy when I see it. I wish I could grow my hands and help you draw it immediately. It is obvious that the submen of your dragon race are all pretty good, but why can't I draw it when I get to [Chaos]?"

Fisher glanced at the floating Emhart speechlessly, and patiently didn't take action to tear off his pages.

If there was really a painter in this world who could draw 100% portraits according to Emhart's description, he would really worship him devoutly, not by his superb painting skills, but to praise his understanding ability that is hundreds of times greater than humans.

Swallowed it with anger, Fisher rubbed his eyebrows and said to Emhart,

"Ye, repeat the characteristics of the Chaos species."

"Oh, you anthropologist is really the first time I've worked with others, but I dare to conclude that your IQ is already in the middle and lower level of the whole world."

Looking at Fisher who was in a bad mood in front of him, Emhart's second half of the sentence came to an abrupt end. He quickly coughed a few times, stopped complaining about Fisher's painting skills, and focused on describing the appearance of [Chaos].

"Ahem, I'll tell you about the situation of the Chaos Seed again. This is a very dangerous sub-ethnic. If you don't recognize it, don't blame me. You should know that in the past, you humans died because of the Chaos Seed. If it weren't for magic, you would have destroyed the clan long ago."

"First of all, the Chaos species is a very strange sub-human. Their body is not a mass of matter that can be identified in the real world. It is very close to the souls in your cognition. When they come to the real world, they will be forced to produce the corresponding reality [carrier]. This reality [carrier] is what we often call the Chaos species.

Even if I listen to Emhart's explanation again, Fisher is still in a completely vague category for the Chaos sub-men, but he cannot say that he has gained nothing at all.

After hearing this, he raised his eyebrows soon, thought of a known knowledge, and said,

"You mean, the body of the Chaos Seed actually comes from the spiritual world?"

"Ah yes, it's the spiritual world. Now you already know that the spiritual world is completely covered by the real world, but you must know nothing about the situation there. Although I know very little, fortunately, that guy Paimon is not a good person. I learned a little about the spiritual world from her."

"Pemon describes the spiritual world as a 'melting pot of huge consciousness', full of chaotic consciousness and knowledge, and the contents are mixed together all the time and are moving continuously. At the same time, the spiritual world is closely related to reality, which you humans should know best. Your magic uses a very strange means to leverage the feedback from the spiritual world. I don't know who taught you this method, but the person who designed this method is definitely a genius; on the contrary, things in the real world will also have feedback to the spiritual world."

"The thoughts of countless creatures constantly flowing, and the soul fluctuations born from the cycle of life and death have stirred up the consciousness of the spiritual world more and more chaotic. This is a good thing for the world. This allows it to better support the more complex real world, and make the creatures inside smarter and smarter. Otherwise, where do you think that so many new life souls of you humans come from?"

"It is precisely because the environment of the spiritual world is very chaotic and dangerous, that the sober spiritual intelligence born in it is extremely dangerous and high-level existence. The chaos species is one of them, and it is the most numerous. Without caring about other spiritual intelligences, they quickly occupied the spiritual world with their numerical advantage."

So that's it. If the essence of the Chaos Seed comes from the spiritual world, then when you enter the junction of the spiritual world and reality, are the eyes that you see like stars the essence of the Chaos Seed?

"But one day, the Chaos Seeds were fed up with the darkness and loneliness of the spiritual world and began to try to break through to the real world, their huge and strong souls were forced to adapt under the twist of the rules, thus creating a reality [carrier] and also possessing all the characteristics of reality, including gender, lifespan and food needs. This is the source of the [Chaos Seeds] sub-humans that we can see and touch."

Um?

After Emhart said this, Fisher suddenly thought of that guy Renee.

I still remember that when her magic power was too much to overflow, the magic power would automatically form a material body outside her body, that is, the Hart Bird.

So, will Renee produce the Hart bird principle similar or even the same as the Chaos species?

Fisher had always thought that this was a special characteristic produced by excessive magic power, but now it seems that this is not the case, but Fisher has no evidence to determine it.

"The appearance of these chaos species is as distorted as the nature of their will, and they look hard to describe it, so they probably have personal shapes, and then features such as tentacles, black hair and fair skin. So you can draw it, right?"

Fisher frowned and drew a black stickman on his laptop, then added a few hairs and tentacles to their heads, looking as abstract as a cartoon character of St. Narie, but unexpectedly Emhart said it was the best he drew.

It seems that it is not that I can’t draw it myself, but that there are differences in aesthetics.

After all, a book is different from a person's physique, and Fisher soon realized that this guy had never seen the body of the Chaos species at all. He just described it like this to brag with him, pretending to know a lot.

"Although I don't know what you are asking about Chaos species, I would like to remind you that the level of reality [carrier] alone is so high that humans can't imagine, let alone their body in the spiritual world. Once they encounter it, run away quickly, otherwise you will just wait to die young. However, the good news is that basically all Chaos species carriers died in the real world because of war, and you may not be able to encounter it."

Emhart finally stated that when the Chaos Seed began to enter the real world, it inevitably had a fight with many races at that time, and the ending was very obvious. In the end, the Chaos Seed failed and died, and the consciousness was also sent back to the spiritual world.

In fact, Fisher asked Emhart about these things to get the first one he was almost assembled, and let me know about the situation of [Royal Choice].

There are only five races in total, which is very friendly compared to the other numbers that are dozens or hundreds. Moreover, three of them have been recorded on him, but [Phoenix Sprout] and [Chaos Sprout] Fisher is not very clear about it.

Emhart said that the Phoenix species has disappeared in the northern border for a long time and is probably completely extinct now. There are very few existing documents about the Phoenix species.

The Demon Paimon only recorded their most glorious time, when the entire northern territory was phoenix territory, and regarded them as worship of gods.

But she didn't know how this once powerful sub-ethnic ended, because at that time all the demons were driven into the abyss and could not be witnessed.

If the Chaos species are really as dangerous as Emhart said, Fisher can't go to them for research without thinking, and can only try to see if there are any other sub-ethnic labels that need to be collected less.

"Drink!"

"Drink!"

At this moment, beside Fisher, under the blue sky and white clouds, countless crew members in short shirts were neatly arranged on the deck for training. They ran around the deck and had to train fighting skills, like a regular army training rhythm.

This is true. When Alagina defected from the Sardinian Women's Kingdom, the people who rebeled with her were her most loyal subordinates and were also the regular army serving in the Sardinian Women's Navy at that time.

Therefore, the pirate ship of the Iceberg Queen is essentially a warship of the Sardinian Women, and the firepower and quality of other ordinary pirates are not of the same level as the same level.

This defection basically walked sideways at sea, robbing whoever you want. No wonder it was said to have become one of the famous "Four Pirates".

The fat mate of Pachz who was not visible and unsightly was not simple. She was once the commander of this army and was also given the title of knight in the Sardinian Women's Kingdom, which means that she was a noble class with a feather in her armor.

The most important thing is that she is also the military teacher assigned by Alagina's biological mother who was killed by Alagina.

It sounds a bit complicated, but that's probably the case with the Iceberg Queen.

Well, this is the inside story Fisher learned when drinking with these rough women last night. They were heartfelt about Fisher. Because of Aragina's relationship, these women particularly respect Fisher.

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"Don't run!"

"Squeak!"

"Silly...silly!"

And further away, you can see Karma and the three little guys holding a hammer and a small shovel, and taking a group of mice to chase the steel-knife parrots flying in the sky, running and shouting. The cute appearance made the atmosphere on the boat even more lively.

A few days later, Kalma and the others had already incorporated all the local rats on the ship into the team. The three of them washed them and divided them into three rat legions, which were commanded by three sisters and named them.

Well, the ultimate goal of this team that is highly anticipated is to defeat the hateful big steel knife parrot demon king. This stinky bird often opposes these three sisters. On weekdays, it likes to run to wake up these three sisters at six or seven o'clock in the morning. To be precise, it is to wake them up, and then the beam is formed like this.

The two gangs are fighting hot every day now, like a large-scale drama, making Pachz and a large group of crew members just move a small stool every day to watch them fight each other.

After these days, Old Jack, who was still a little nervous at the beginning, has also relaxed a lot. Recently, he ran to the kitchen on the boat every day, not even caring about the three naughty kids.

Fisher swept the lively iceberg queen around, looked up at the mast in the middle, and unexpectedly saw the second mate Ossi who was covered with tight bodies there.

She is also the only person Fisher finds strange after getting along with each other these days.

Now, she was covered in a wide and thick robe and sat on the top of the mast like a ball. According to Fisher's observation over the past few days, she would basically stay on it all day. Except for eating, sleeping and going to the bathroom, she would come down. For the rest of the time, you just need to ask her to look up at the mast.

Every day she sat on the top of the mast like a sculpture, and was blowing the wind, looking at the sea from time to time, and watching her parrots and Karma and the others playing.

Yes, that Steel-Black Parrot is Ossie's pet.

The parrot speaks human language and is very humane. Although he often scolds Kalma and the others, he tends to be playful.

Fisher was still very interested in this second deputy, not only because of her strange character, but also because she was a ready-made sub-birth species.

Since he learned that he could get rewards from more sub-ethnic women by studying them, Fisher couldn't wait to find more sub-ethnics to study them. He didn't know if this was the disadvantages brought by the manual, which made him feel a little crazy.

But in the end, it was not a problem of completing the manual, but Fisher himself wanted to study it, because staying on the boat every day and doing nothing is really boring. If he stays idle, he will not study anything. He is ready to take down Emhart to see the internal structure, or study the three rat races of Kalma.

Finally, I thought about it and it was still not too much, so I gave up.

As for Isabel

Just as Fisher was holding the notebook in his hand and looking around, a faint smell of sea salt suddenly came from beside him. Fisher looked sideways and saw Aragina wearing a captain's suit walking to him at some point and watching everything on the ship with him.

In fact, in Alagina's mind, she did not have any big goals. In other words, after she defected and killed her mother to avenge her father, her goal was lost.

When the pirate is just to be responsible for the sisters who defected with her, she has to make a lot of money until the amount of money is enough for each of them to settle down.

Now, the man I like is by my side watching the sisters who have been born and died with me. This kind of warmth is something that Alagina has never experienced in the past many years.

She suddenly understood why the women in her hometown always dreamed of marrying a virtuous man and returning home. I'm afraid the feeling they have been pursuing is everything she feels at this moment?

Thinking of this, Aragina's heart beat faster. It was not until Fisher turned to look over and said hello to her that her head was a little blank and she pulled out a little insignificant words.

"The voyage has just begun, and it may be longer than expected. Before we detoured to the vicinity of San Nali, the fuel stored was not enough to return to Pirate Port. We need to take a detour before entering the Eastern Ocean range."

Alagina had no idea why she suddenly said this. Anyway, she just felt it was necessary to say something and talked to Fisher, so she said it, and was eager for Fisher's response.

"It's okay, I think everyone else likes the time now."

Even with such a simple answer, Alagina was quite satisfied.

Emhart next to him had become accustomed to Fisher's virtues. He squinted his eyes and stood on Fisher's shoulder without saying a word. He obviously saw through the world and chose to bow to reality. He didn't want to be caught in his pocket and put in a confinement because he reminded Fisher.

There is a truth that if you want to destroy it, you must first make it crazy.

He planned to make Fisher crazy in the gentle country first, and then when one day he really capsized, he would jump out and mock him, making him regret not following the advice of the great Emhart.

Hey, but it seems that if you think about it carefully, won’t your transaction be ruined after this guy dies?

According to his terrifying speed of picking up, the time for his destruction is very likely to be before completing his transaction! What should I do?

No one knows Emhart's contradiction. Anyway, after hearing Fisher's words, Aragina quietly glanced at Fisher again, and began to think of the next sentence in her head.

She was thinking randomly: Can you invite him to visit my room now? Is this too direct and abrupt? Then have a meal first and then go to visit? Or should I send some preparations and convey my meaning first? So, what should I send?

In such chaos, Aragina's ostentatiousness suddenly saw the dense notes on Fisher's book. She remembered that Fisher seemed to be a famous scholar and had a certain interest in subethnic research.

She just wanted to start a conversation about the topic of "sub-ethnicity", but the next second, Fisher and her eyes were attracted by the blonde girl who walked out from behind the captain's room. It was Isabel, who had been elegant in the past and full of glorious noble lady.

But at this moment, her expression was a little depressed and her face was very pale.

Isabel has been dying since she got on board. She stayed in the room every day and didn't come out until lunch or evening. The word "depression" is not enough to describe her.

For example, it was almost afternoon now that she had just come out of the room, and she was obviously too hungry to come out to find food.

Aragina said after seeing Isabel,

"I'll go and ask the chef to make her lunch."

Fisher frowned, shook his head and refused,

"No, don't do it first, let me talk to her first."

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