After going downstairs and searching the kitchen, Fisher felt a little embarrassed. Neither Ms. Martha nor he had much to eat. In the kitchen, except for bread, jam and a small amount of preserved bacon,
There was nothing left outside, and it didn't look like enough for Jasmine to stuff between her teeth.
After looking at it for a long time, Fisher slowly closed the lid of the food storage. If these things were taken and cooked for Jasmine to eat, it would be difficult for her to explain this to Ms. Martha now that she could not return to her human form.
thing, would she think that a thief who specializes in stealing food has entered the house?
There was no other way, so Fisher had no choice but to go to a street restaurant and order take-out meals, continuing the tradition of raising dragon races in the Southern Continent. Fisher ordered several Nali special roast chickens, which are considered Nali dishes.
Here are classic dishes that are both cheap and delicious.
When he returned to his room with the plate, Jasmine had just finished taking a shower. She put on Fisher's shirt. The shirt was relatively big for her, and not only did the lower part of the shirt reach halfway like a skirt,
At the thigh position, the two sleeves are even longer.
The jasmine that had just been washed had a faint floral aroma, which was exactly the same as what Fisher had smelled before.
According to her personality, she does not use any fragrant handicrafts produced by humans, so this is actually her own body fragrance, which smells very good.
But since Fisher's shirt was designed for men after all, the inappropriate shape made her sit stiffly on the sofa at this moment, and her softness would make any man she saw stop looking at her.
Jasmine's light blue hair was wet and had not been wiped. After feeling Fisher's gaze, she turned slightly red and gently covered her chest with both hands, as if to hide her heartbeat that was about to overload.
"Because... I don't know what to use to wipe... so I just..."
Her eyes were wandering, she was obviously talking to Fisher, and her face was facing Fisher, but her eyes just wanted to look at the door frame next to him, as if seeing Fisher's body was a crime.
"I don't have a bath towel here for you to use... This is food, you should eat more."
Jasmine's eyes widened when she saw those plates of fragrant roast chicken. Fisher looked at her clearly and swallowed, but even so, she still raised her eyes and glanced at Fisher cautiously before eating.
Er, put your hands together and said sincerely to him,
"Thank you, Teacher Fisher, for giving me food..."
Fisher sat next to her, handed her the dining utensils, shook his head and said,
"You don't need to call me teacher. You can't go back to St. Nali University to study now. Nali's officials will track down the purpose of demi-humans sneaking into human universities, and they will probably search for your whereabouts in the future. I also just returned from St. Nali University.
Resigned from Narli University and no longer serves as a professor of magic classes there."
Jasmine was just about to move her fork to eat when she was slightly startled when she heard Fisher's words. She felt a little sad, her long ears drooped a little, she pursed her lips and whispered,
"I'm sorry, Mr. Fisher."
She put down the tableware and gently stretched out her palm towards the front. She saw that there seemed to be countless vitality flowing between the white fingers, and the lively water in her eyes also lit up.
But under the full vitality, if you observe closely, you will find that there seem to be wisps of black water following the luminous water like a shadow.
Looking more carefully, it turned out that the black water flow was more of a foreshadowing and became the background color of her pupils, making it difficult to detect, while the glowing water flow was less, as if she was out of balance and was pulled by the dark water flow into the abyss.
Jasmine was unable to balance the blessings and curses that existed in the body of the whale race at the same time. Other tribesmen could easily do so with the help of the accompanying sea beasts.
Although her mother said that it was because the curse in her body was stronger than any whale species, Jasmine was not good at blaming others. Only when she really couldn't hide her inner shyness would she secretly tell the reason for doing "bad things"
I blame it on the romance comics Milika read to me...
Therefore, she always believed that it was all her fault that she could not balance herself.
Because he was unable to balance, the power of the curse dominated his body, which hurt humans, exposed his identity as a whale race, made him never see Milika and Isabel again, and forced Teacher Fisher to
Resign...
She didn't even dare to think about the expressions Milika and Isabel would show after they found out that she was a demi-human.
Jasmine blamed herself a little, and tears slid down her thoughts and fell on the floor of Fisher's room.
"I...can't achieve the balance my mother said...that's why..."
As Fisher listened, he also recalled the characteristics of the whale race that Jasmine had mentioned before.
Jasmine would enter that terrifying fighting state every time she was attacked or frightened, but she herself said that it was a very dangerous state, and if used too much, it would eventually lead to unpredictable bad endings.
How to balance blessings and curses is the key, but Fisher doesn't know how other whale races do it, and he can't teach her, but there are other things he can do.
Looking at her with her head lowered and weeping, Fisher stretched out his hand under Jasmine's body without saying a word, waiting for a hot teardrop to fall gently on his palm. Jasmine also noticed Fisher's movements and raised her head in surprise.
When he started, Fisher clenched the teardrop together with his palm, clenched it into a fist and placed it in front of Jasmine.
At this time, in her eyes filled with tears, she still saw the expressionless Fisher.
"Tears can't help you achieve anything, whether it's self-blame or sadness, as soon as this tear falls it should stop. You have to look for your aunt and find a way for you to achieve balance, and so do I.
To track down and retaliate against some bastards who rely on their old age, only fists and rational minds can help us achieve our goals..."
"Although I am no longer your teacher, we still have a common goal to achieve, and I am also very interested in you as a whaleman... You once promised to let me study you, right?
"
"Hey?"
Hearing Fisher's words, Jasmine's tear-filled face turned red. She sat up straight, nodded subconsciously and said,
"Yes...Mr. Fisher."
This well-behaved appearance made Fisher himself doubt whether he was a bad man who was deceiving a pure girl. He shook his head helplessly to dispel this thought, and dragged the bag full of magic materials to his own
in front of the workbench,
"Let's eat first, Milika. Isabel and you are true friends. Even if she knows that you are a demi-human, she will not dislike you. You will still have the opportunity to meet again in the years to come. Of course, under all circumstances
After this happens, but before that, let’s each focus on our own goals.”
"By the way, you were so reckless last night that you even forgot to take away the things I bought for you in exchange for Nario and the things your aunt sent back. Fortunately, I stayed behind and packed them up before the official people came, and then put them away.
Over there, I will study the clues left by your aunt later..."
Jasmine pursed her lips and looked at the back of Fisher who had already taken out the magic materials one by one. He did not look at her. His calm words seemed to be instruction and comfort, which made Jasmine feel slightly warm.
So she told herself to be strong, wiped the corners of her tearful eyes, and nodded subconsciously, but then she realized belatedly that Teacher Fisher couldn't see her movements at all, so she had to say stupidly, "Yeah
” in response.
After the conversation ended, Jasmine began to cook to replenish her energy, while Fisher took a deep breath and held the carving knife next to the table in his hand.
He was about to start carving the magic emblem that he would use later.
In addition to engraving magic spells on the cane as usual, he also bought a pair of playing cards to engrave magic spells on.
Because some magic is not so effective when used on things like canes, special carriers are usually designed to maximize the effectiveness of magic.
In the past, Fisher didn't have that much cost to buy a special carrier, so he used playing cards instead. Anyway, now he has strong physical fitness and can hit every throw accurately.
Well, Fisher Frugal Benavidez’s name is not for nothing.
The magic circuit on his arm lit up, and his eyes focused on the playing cards lying on the table, carefully carving out the magic.
...
...
His action of carving magic was only interrupted when Ms. Martha came back near the evening. Ms. Martha asked him if he wanted to have dinner. Fisher agreed and took this time to take a rest.
He relaxed his shoulders and reviewed his progress.
In these four hours, he actually carved three middle-ring magic spells.
Not slow...
On the contrary, it is too fast.
Although the magic power is indeed much greater after previous training than it was at the beginning, what really speeds up Fisher's carving is that he seems to feel that he is more comfortable carving the coat of arms, as if his soul is echoing the world.
It's like the sensitivity level is higher.
He looked down at his magic circuit that had begun to deform slightly. He didn't know whether this was a good thing or a bad thing, but his intuition told him that this was not a purely good thing...
Although it sounds a little unreliable, Fisher still trusts his instincts sometimes, especially when facing certain ladies.
Jasmine behind her had already swept away the roast chicken on the plate, not even much soup was left.
While Fisher was carving her coat of arms, she was not idle. She saw books about magic on Fisher's bookshelf and took them down to read.
Fisher didn't want Ms. Martha to know that there was a demi-human girl living in his room, so he went down to get food and brought it up to eat in the room, bringing several pieces of cloth with him.
The soundproofing of the room was good, and you could only hear sounds unless you were very close to the room. However, Ms. Martha was old and her ears were not very good, so Fisher was not worried that the soft-spoken Jasmine would be discovered by her.
Downstairs of the rental house there is a sewing machine that Martha used before, and Fisher sometimes borrows it to make clothes.
Even though Fisher is a twenty-eight-year-old gentleman, he knows a lot of skills.
He can both play the piano and operate a sewing machine. The clothes he gave Rafael before were improved versions of the Nali lady clothes he specially designed for dragon races. Until they separated in the port of Crete, Rafael was
Wearing the clothes Fisher made for her.
There is still a lot of fabric left at home when making dragon clothes for Rafael. Fisher is planning to make one for Jasmine to try. Not only does it match her whale-like appearance, but most importantly, it also
Fits her supermodel size...
Well, Renee doesn't need to do it for her by herself, she can just wear normal human clothes. Although she has been pestering her to do it for her... I will do it for her when she comes back, but now it is suddenly done for Jasmine.
Only then did Fisher think of it.
"Take this measuring tape and let me measure your size. It's just a good time to change your hand when you are tired from doing magic, so that you don't have to wear a nightgown or...shirt when you go out later."
Jasmine blushed, stood up obediently, raised her hands and let Fisher do it, slapping her ears one by one.
But when she looked at the fabric that Fisher put on the table, she was still a little surprised that Fisher, a gentleman from Nari, could actually make clothes. In Jasmine's impression, the only people in the sea who could make clothes lived very far away in the sea.
The jellyfish species above the vortex, so she asked,
"Mr. Fisher can still make clothes?"
"Well, I used to make money from this when I was a kid."
Mission schools teach children many ways to make a living, including handicrafts such as sewing and cooking, as well as more advanced art categories such as painting and musical instruments. However, the art teaching there is very poor, and they basically teach just an introduction.
Fisher's music and painting were further studied at the Royal Academy.
This is because not all children can go to school in the end. Having a basic craft can give them an extra way to survive and prevent them from starving to death.
The studious Fisher learned good sewing and painting skills there, but Fisher was not omnipotent. He could not learn to cook. At his peak, he almost poisoned himself and Trundle.
Oh, I forgot to mention that the nun who taught sewing and painting at that time was the nun with big breasts, so Fisher was particularly interested in learning and learned very well.
The cooking teacher was a very old aunt bishop. Fisher was not willing to ask the Mother Goddess to forgive his sins before slaughtering chickens and picking cabbages, so he basically learned nothing and finally gave up.
After taking the measurements, Fisher turned around and sat in front of the workbench to draw the basic skirt style, and then he could start work after a while.
Fisher plans to resolve all the matters that need to be prepared within the next two days. If he waits too long and Nali officials cannot find anyone to protect him, Black will continue to look for Jasmine and take action against her. He will take the initiative to take action against him before him.
He determined the shape and paused for a second or two while drawing the length of the fabric on the chest. Although it was visually... exaggerated, it was really scary when looking at the data.
He turned to look at Jasmine behind him, and asked her to shyly sit up straight and let Fisher look at her obediently. She thought she was going to do some measuring, but Fisher just shook his head to let her relax.
She didn't know why she had a special sense of cuteness in front of Fisher. Her timid and shy appearance was very different from her image as a "royal" whale race in the ocean, which made Fisher think she was quite cute.
.
"Okay, let me go and do some printing. I think the finished product will be ready by tomorrow afternoon."
"Thank you...Mr. Fisher...'
Jasmine's voice suddenly stopped as she spoke, because Martha outside suddenly knocked on the door of Fisher's room, which made Jasmine think that she had been exposed. She was so frightened that she almost shrank and quickly covered her face.
Mouth winked at Fisher.
Fisher pointed to the bathroom and asked her to hide inside, and then opened the door, revealing Ms. Martha holding a folded piece of paper with a strange look on her face.
"Fisher, this is...well, what did you order, the service push paper? A staff member just sent it over."
Staff? Also serving push paper?
What is this?
Fisher took the paper from Martha's hand, only to find that it was printed with hot-bodied girls and eye-catching word art, and was sending flirtatious and stimulating messages to the people who read the push paper.
“Pink Pavilion’s special push service, there are special discounts on drinks and ladies on Saturdays~ It’s all in Pink Pavilion.”
With his face full of black lines, Fisher used his hands to cover the hot girl and the message written in beautiful handwriting above the girl.
This is the means Anna uses to contact herself. Pink Hall sometimes delivers advertising paper for this kind of promotional service to regular guests and hotels to promote their promotions or new girls.
Anna conveys information in this way, which is both deceptive and very... unique.
When Fisher looked up, he saw Martha, who had turned around to leave, opened her mouth, then quietly walked back and whispered,
"Listen, Fisher. I know you have certain needs at your age, but you must never go to a place like this again..."
"I didn't go, just..."
"Don't even think about it, or Renee will be sad!"
"I see."
Fisher, dumbfounded, interrupted Martha before she advised him to get married and have a baby as soon as possible, and quickly closed the door to prevent her from bombarding him further.
Hearing the sound of the door being closed, Jasmine stretched out her little head from the bathroom and looked at Fisher outside and the paper in his hand.
Fisher put the paper by his side, not letting her see the hot girl photos in his hand and spoiling her. He just thought about the news Anna brought back. She wrote,
"The day after tomorrow, see you at Miou Cemetery at eight o'clock in the evening. The information will be available tomorrow."
So fast?
In just a day and a half, she can be sure to get the information she wants?
No matter what, he was still going to the cemetery for the meeting, but he would be careful about whether there would be a trap set there.
Miou Cemetery is a public cemetery close to the outskirts of the city. Many citizens bury the ashes of their loved ones there after their death. It is also very quiet there, and it is very suitable for private meetings at night...
Fisher had a plan in mind, and silently kneaded the pink pavilion propaganda paper in his hand into a ball, planning to come back later and burn it. He told Jasmine to stay in the room for a while, and then prepared to go down and help Jasmine make her
Clothing.
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