In Fisher's eyes, the steel knife held up by Ossie's hands was just parallel to her face. This also led to the fact that in Fisher's eyes, the opening of the steel knife was equivalent to the opening of Ossie's mouth at the same time.
So, is this the steel knife saying hello to me or is Osie herself saying hello?
".Hello."
After a second of silence, Fisher returned a greeting.
After hearing Fisher's words, the steel knife did not move, but Osie, who was holding it, nodded, and then gently took the steel knife back into her arms and rubbed its body.
Well, it seems that it was Osie's greeting just now, but she expressed it with the help of the mouth of a steel knife.
However, Fisher clearly remembered that she was the first one on the boat to discover that the giant thing under the water was a sea ghost yesterday. At that time, she jumped from the mast and told Alagina about it.
In other words, she can actually talk.
"."
After this greeting from Fisher, it was Ossie's turn to speak again, as if in a turn-based system, but she hugged the parrot and said nothing, and even secretly glanced at the person behind Fisher.
On the road, my steps moved a little and finally stopped in place.
Osie's desire to end the conversation and leave the place was so strong that it was almost too obvious.
Fisher's keen observation skills allowed him to detect the little movements of the second mate Ossie. Of course, he also guessed that she wanted to leave, but he felt that it was necessary to say something to end the conversation when leaving, so he is now thinking hard about ending the conversation.
words
"you"
In order to avoid her embarrassment, Fisher, who waited for a second or two, decided to take the initiative to end the topic, but before he could open his mouth, Ossie made a move first.
I saw a "hand" suddenly stretched out towards Fisher under her broad cloak. Looking down, the "hand" stretched out from under the cloak was far from a human palm. There were no five distinct fingers.
, only one thick and wide blue-gray feather.
It's more like a giant wing than an arm.
The feathers of northern cuckoo species are generally mainly cyan and gray. Little Jack's paper recorded that the southern continent's subspecies cuckoo species have orange-yellow individuals, but Fisher had never seen them with his own eyes.
Each feather on the wings of the northern cockbird species has a different shape of white markings in the center. Each species of cockbird is different, but Ossie's is very beautiful.
In contrast to the dot-like and irregular white spots of other goshawk species, the stripes in the middle of the blue-gray feathers of Ossie are continuous and symmetrical, as beautiful as the flowers blooming on the feathers.
"Idiot. Idiot"
When Osie stretched out her hand, the steel knife in her arms screamed at Fisher again, interrupting his movement of observing her feathers, but its bird's cry was still so unpleasant. No wonder Kalma and the others
I fight with this bird every day.
Osie's hand holding it pinched the steel knife's body again, causing pain so much that it changed its words again,
"Sugar Cuckoo Candy."
sugar?
After hearing Steel Knife's words, Fisher finally realized that Osie in front of him wanted to hand something to him, so he put his hand under Osie's wings. The next moment, he saw her shaking slightly.
With a flick of her wings, a light blue candy wrapped in translucent candy wrapper fell from her feathers into Fisher's hand.
Fisher took a look and found that the candy she gave him was a traditional northern dessert called Hanshui Candy.
This kind of candy not only has a long history, but also tastes good. It was sold in Saint-Nali before, but after Fisher bought it, he found that it tasted very unpleasant because of the different ingredients used in it.
The real northern cold water candy will be added with a fruit that only grows in the northern ice water. The juice squeezed from this fruit makes the candy taste sweet and refreshing, very similar to the taste of mint, and has a refreshing effect.
effect.
".Thanks."
Fisher stretched out his hand and pinched the candy Osie handed over. Although he didn't understand why she suddenly handed him a candy, he still subconsciously said thank you.
Then, after receiving his response, Ossie's beautiful eyes finally showed a visible sense of relief.
So once again, as if she had completed a mission, she secretly glanced at the road behind Fisher.
That's the direction to leave.
Before Fisher could answer, she immediately nodded and signaled "You're welcome" to Fisher, and then she quickly ran away toward the deck with her parrot in her arms.
This supposedly ordinary conversation seemed quite strange to Osie, and even Fisher didn't expect it to end in this way.
Fisher turned his head blankly and followed her with his eyes, and saw her stopping in the corridor at the door of the captain's cabin, and then gently threw the steel knife she was holding.
"Idiot. Idiot"
There was no steel knife used by Osie to pinch the flesh, and he screamed freely in mid-air. He opened his wings and stopped firmly on the railing, tilting his head and arranging his feathers.
The next moment, Osie in front of it suddenly unfolded her wings hidden under her clothes. The fully extended wings were so huge that they suddenly pushed the cloak backwards, causing her body shape to expand visually.
Quite a few, which vividly demonstrate the oppressive power of the Northern Goosebird's size.
"call!"
Osie's wings just flapped slightly, and her whole body was instantly pushed far away from the ground by the air current, and she suddenly flew up to the mast where she was used to staying.
Because the force of this flight was too great and her movements were too smooth, onlookers would subconsciously think that she jumped up instead of flying up.
In the blink of an eye, she had quickly sat on the top of the mast, which was her exclusive seat.
Seeing this scene, Fisher suddenly remembered that the dialect of the people in the north was different from the naming method of various demi-humans in the academic circles of the Western Continent. The local residents called the northern bluebird species "Snowstorm Maker".
Well, this is a free translation, so it seems a bit simple and crude.
But at this moment, when he saw Osie spreading her wings and flying in front of him, Fisher couldn't help but imagine the spectacular scene of this kind of demi-human soaring wantonly in the snow in the north. The terrifying force produced during the flight was very terrifying.
Few species can match it. It’s no wonder that people in the north believe that the wind and snow are picked up by the wings of the cockbird species.
Fisher's eyes still stayed on Osie's body, but the next moment, she suddenly folded her wings and wrapped herself into a ball again with the heavy robe.
Moreover, this time it seemed to be more tightly wrapped than what Fisher had seen before, as if he was very afraid of the cold.
"."
Fisher glanced at Osie, who was wrapped in a ball on the mast, and then looked down at the cold water candy in his hand.
He suddenly realized that the second mate of the Iceberg Queen seemed to be very unsociable, and could even be said to have some social anxiety.
It turns out that she had been hiding up there not to guard the surrounding waters for the safety of the Iceberg Queen, but purely to avoid direct communication with other people.
And once she communicates directly with others, it will be like communicating with Fisher, which is very strenuous.
Just now, she not only used a steel knife instead of a steel knife when talking to Fisher, but after saying a few words, she threw a candy to Fisher to quickly end the conversation.
If Osie has such a character, then Fisher's research plan will most likely not progress and the talks will not reach an agreement. How can he let her obediently be studied by him?
But before that, he wanted to try his previous ideas and see if he could convert the knowledge gained from Emhardt into research progress for completing the manual.
Emhart knows a lot. If his knowledge of Asian girls can be recognized, then Fisher is confident that he can break through the 50% mark of biological research progress without having to have in-depth physiological communication.
"Zhi Zhi Zhi"
"Let's go find Fisher quickly! Ah, Fisher, look, Shushu seems to be dead!"
While Fisher was still thinking, there was a noise in the corridor in front of the captain's cabin.
It turned out that the three naughty mouse ladies were running towards Fisher with a small group of mice anxiously. The leader, Karma, was holding an open, motionless book in his hands. The mice behind him
Everyone was panting, as if they were empathizing with the three of them.
One interesting thing is that Fisher discovered that even ordinary mice will become much smarter after being with Karma and the others for a period of time.
When they first boarded the ship, Fisher saw them luring out the rats hiding in the cabin of the Iceberg Queen. At that time, the rats were no different from the ones they saw on the Sunseeker, dirty and smelly.
However, they had only been with them for a few days, and the rats on the ship gradually became more similar to the ones they brought out, with obvious changes in expressions and expressions.
Fisher didn't understand the specific principle of this. He planned to study it later, but not now.
"died?"
He glanced at Emhardt, who was lying motionless in Karma's hands, and raised his eyebrows slightly.
"Well! He must have been frightened by the mice. He might have been frightened to death, or he might have fainted. But he has no nose and can't breathe. We don't know what happened to him. I just want him to
Play the role of a little mouse's bed, and then he suddenly dies. Sorry, Fisher, it's my fault."
Diandian's expression looked the guiltiest. It seemed like she was the culprit who came up with this bad idea and didn't run away.
Fisher looked at the book and then said casually,
"It doesn't matter, you guys go play, I will cure him."
"Really?"
"Fischer must cure him. We will not bully him next time."
“A little bit of guarantee!”
Fisher smiled and took the "dead" book from their hands. Seeing the worried look of Karma and the others looking back three times, he couldn't help but smile and waved to them, indicating that it was okay.
When they finally disappeared from sight, Fisher turned his head and said while taking Emhart back to the room,
"Still pretending?"
"Oh, Fisher? Thank God you are here, otherwise you would have scared the great Emhart to death."
Fisher had already seen that this guy was not dead, he was just pretending to be dead.
His state was exactly the same as the state in which he died instantly when he saw Eliog. Whenever he encountered a strong enemy or someone he didn't want to communicate with, he would shrink in place and turn into a harmless book to hide.
Go through disasters,
"You don't know, those little things are noisy and disgusting, and they actually want those things to lie on me! I am the highest-level holy object under the saint! How dare they treat me like this! Sooner or later, I want them to look good!"
As soon as he returned to Fischer's room, Emhardt suddenly became nervous again, as if the book that had just been lying there pretending to be dead was not him but his weak brother.
Now he is floating in mid-air and constantly hitting the void, as if he is hitting those three little brats on the head.
Fisher didn't answer, because he always felt that this guy actually enjoyed it, otherwise he wouldn't have followed them out when Kalma and the others came to play with him this morning.
It's not clear whether he has special patience with children or whether he has been alone with a book for too long. In short, Fisher felt that he and Karma and the others would get along very well. If they didn't throw mice in his face.
Fisher did not respond to his duplicity, and went straight to the point, going straight to his topic,
"Emhardt, tell me everything you know about the subhuman species, the Cockbird. I want to use it."
Emhardt, who was wandering in the sky, stopped moving. After hearing Fisher's words, he looked at the serious Fisher in front of him and blinked, and his mouth trembled.
Then he glanced outside the room in a panic, and after confirming that no one else was eavesdropping, he flew to Fisher's ear and subconsciously said to him in a voice that was an octave lower,
"Are you crazy? You haven't even gotten hold of the captain of the Sardinian women on this ship, but you've started to think about her bodyguards? Fisher, I have to talk about you. If you continue to eat like this, you still look at the food in the bowl.
You want to eat what’s in the pot!”
"."
He was only halfway through his words when Fisher, with a stinking face, suddenly reached out and grabbed him in his hand. At the same time, his other hand suddenly twisted and excessively pinched the exposed part of his body.
Page book page.
Seeing Fisher preparing to take action, the tone of the phrase "Death without burial" that was about to come out of Emhart's mouth slightly changed into a sincere compliment.
"Ah ah ah, I mean, you are going to become a very knowledgeable demi-human scholar! Quick, let me go first! I. I can't wait to learn the knowledge of demi-humans in the north with you.
!Let me go and I’ll tell you everything I know.”
After hearing his answer, Fisher gently let go of his fragile pages and let him float back into the air.
"Stop messing around, I'm of great use."
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