Fisher, who came out of the University of St. Louis, walked a long way to the nearest tram stop. He just called Trundle in the office and told him to come to his rental house. Today is Monday, and the guy will be there at noon. After get off work, I guess my original plan in the afternoon was to go to the Pink Pavilion or other physiological entertainment venues.
With him as a regular customer to guide Fisher, he could ask directly if he didn't know anything, and it would also reduce the risk. But before that, he needed to go home to pick up something, and he didn't want to go directly there or make some poor disguise at will.
He has a better way of hiding.
As mentioned before, Fisher's book now records two demihuman women. During his journey to the southern continent, he learned a lot from Rafael, including the Dragon Court language of Ferma Baha and the Dragon Court Magic Book.
As well as clues to the Dragon Court ruins, although Renee is not an immortal witch, she has also received some rewards for studying her.
Renee's research progress is far behind that of Rafael. Because of her bad character, Fisher can see that there is actually a strict defense hidden under her ridiculous teasing. That is Fisher, otherwise others
He couldn't even touch her body. Because of this, the research on witch species has been progressing slowly.
But it’s strange to say that although I haven’t studied Renee a few times, the progress bar above has increased quite a lot. It has now exceeded 50% of the progress. In addition to the strength bonus of the magic circuit, the physical bonus
In addition to success, Fisher also got two things from the completion manual.
It didn't take long for Fisher to get off the tram in the city of Saint-Nali, and after a stop or two, he returned to his rental house.
It was just early noon, and Martha had already finished lunch and went out to look for neighbors. Fisher casually found some cold pumpkin porridge in the kitchen to deal with it, and then went upstairs to his room.
He lay on the floor, reached out from under the bed and pulled out a heavy safe, and the things he was looking for were sealed inside.
Twisting out the corresponding password, when the safe was opened, an extremely strong fragrance escaped. Fisher frowned and took out the sticky substance like a pool of aloe vera gel from the safe.
That thing was always exuding a thread-like brilliance all over its body, as if it were alive.
This is the first reward obtained from Renee, [The Mask of the Mask], which is a [Relic].
The puddle of thick object that Fisher is holding in his hand is not what it really looks like, so it looks a bit ugly. Its real function is to tamper with your appearance after wearing it, and it will change your bones.
The texture of the skin is completely changed, far exceeding the average level of disguise, but maintaining the appearance requires a certain amount of magical power, which will put a burden on the body.
When this thing was given to Fisher after the completed manual, there was a special explanation explaining its origin.
[The ever-changing ones, this is proof that the undead are hiding in the world]
Fisher speculated that this might be an item once used by the Immortal Witch. When he first got it, he tried to use tracking magic. When the magic turned on, it remained vertical and did not seem to point in any direction.
There may be two situations. The first is that the owner of the veil lives high in the sky, but according to this direction, it is only possible unless that guy lives on the moon or the sun. The second possibility is that he is dead. So magic can't be directed anywhere.
In the end, Fisher even began to doubt whether this thing was a relic of the immortal witch, so he gave up and kept it knowing that he could not get additional information from it.
I didn't bring this thing with me when I went to the Southern Continent because it would absorb magic power as long as it was on my body. There was no need to carry a heavy safe onto the carriage, and it was generally not used.
Now I need a little help from it when going to the Pink Pavilion.
The moment the puddle of transparent colloidal substance in his hand came into contact with Fisher's fingers, the magic circuit on Fisher's body brightened. As a pure magic power was sucked into its body, its state also changed from there. A pool of "aloe vera gel" has solidified into a tulle similar to silk fabric. The complex patterns on it carry an everlasting fragrance, which seems to prove that it was once someone's personal belongings.
It's just that the smell felt strange to Fisher, as he had never smelled it before.
He did not put on the veil immediately, because the effect of this thing was really good. He planned to wait until Trundle came to put it on, saving the time of explaining to him.
Fisher lowered his head and looked into the safe. There was also a very quaint parchment inside. This was also a reward for studying the witch. The name of this thing was [the location of the witch tower], and it was a map with the location of Rafael. The clues obtained from the Dragon Palace ruins are the same item.
But Fisher couldn't understand this map at all. Both the words and pictures on it were very ancient and definitely not in any language known today. What's interesting is that Fisher could read it in Longting language. There are clues about the location of the dragon race's ruins in the southern continent, but I can't read the map mark of the witch tower on the western continent.
Fisher had been paying attention to whether there was any language that could correspond to the words recorded above, but he found nothing, so he kept it together with the Veil of the Masker.
This time, Fisher reviewed the above content again. While he was reading, the doorbell rang below. It should be Trundle.
He put the map away, walked downstairs with the mask of the usurper, and opened the door. Sure enough, there was the blond man with a slicked back hair standing outside. It was very hot outside at this time, and he was covered with sweat, but he still didn't forget it. He rubbed his back coquettishly, looked at Fisher and said,
"Why, why did you ask me to come here now? I have to work part-time this afternoon."
Fisher glanced at his somewhat weak face. It seemed that there was a saying that was right. The weaker the person, the greater the addiction. Fisher suspected that if this guy hadn't paid the money, those ladies would have kicked him out of bed. .
Fisher pulled him into the room and said,
"Just in time, I'll go to the Pink Pavilion with you in the afternoon."
"okay...
Trundle subconsciously agreed, but after a second or two, his expression became extremely surprised. He looked at Fisher in surprise, and after confirming that he was serious, he shook his head uncontrollably.
"No...
He waved his hand, and his full desire for survival drove him to turn around and leave, as if he didn't want to get involved. It was just a joke to invite Fisher to the Pink Pavilion before, because based on his understanding, he knew that Fisher's temperament would not allow him to go.
That kind of place, but now that he knew he was really going to Trundle, he didn't dare to get involved.
Nonsense, the subtle relationship between Fisher and Elizabeth is known to everyone with a little status in Saint-Nary! Therefore, many noble ladies dare not get close to Fisher even if they know that Fisher is talented, young, handsome and rich. This may be because of him.
Maybe it’s one of the reasons why I’m still single at the age of 28.
By the way, Martha was the only one in the entire Sainte-Arie who knew that Fisher was with Renee. That guy was an exception. If she didn't want others to discover her, it would be absolutely impossible for her to be discovered.
Fisher sighed and said,
"You watch."
Trundle turned around in confusion, only to see Fisher raising his hand to gently cover his face with the mask of the face usurper. A strong fragrance instantly poured into the tip of Fisher's nose, which was as deep as darkness.
Amid the covering feeling, his face slowly changed into another look.
This change is random, but it will probably not become very ugly or very handsome. Now Fisher's image has become a bronze-skinned, masculine-looking man, with a face that looks quite masculine.
Trundle suddenly thought of Shivali's gang.
It's not that there are no such people in Nali, because the race of Nali and Swali are the same, but this kind of strong man style is not popular in Nali now.
"My Mother Goddess bless you! This is a relic? Where did you get it? I can't tell you are that Fisher at all now!"
Fisher rubbed his face. The feeling of silk fabric there had completely disappeared, but Fisher could still feel that his original skin was covered with something that fit tightly to his face.
It's a bit troublesome to pull it off. You need to use magic-covered tweezers to pull it off. You can't take it off by hand.
"This way, no one will recognize me as Fisher, and no one will cause trouble for you."
"Okay, Fisher, you have to work hard to find a lady. Okay, I support you. Come on, I will take you to have a long experience in the afternoon. I will order a lady for you in each room. By then, there will be seven or eight of them.
around you...
Fisher shook his head and took off the suit he was wearing. He needed to change into another piece of clothing to avoid being discovered.
"I went there to do business. I want to find someone. She is hiding in the Pink Pavilion."
"Aren't you here to play?"
Trundle feels as if he's eaten a fly. Now he feels uncomfortable if he doesn't go to the Pink Pavilion for a few days. The ladies there are really...
The ladies there understand men's thoughts very well. As long as you have Nario, you will definitely be able to live a comfortable and blissful time.
"No, you are here to play, you and I are companions. You have to really play, otherwise I will be discovered. So you don't need any disguise, just come as you normally would, nothing will happen."
Fisher changed into a brown suit and came out. These words made Trundle's expression brighten up again. He breathed a sigh of relief and patted his chest confidently.
"Don't worry, I'm good at this. Even if you are next to me, I can work without changing my expression and I will never hold you back!"
Without even having time to complain about Trundle's enthusiasm in certain things, he took out the perfume from the closet for the first time and smeared some on his wrists and other places in the air, so that it was probably foolproof.
It's not that he has to be so cautious, but his intuition tells Fisher that this place is not simple. On the surface, it is just an entertainment venue that provides marginal services, but the essence is that it is large in scale and can be played silently.
Corrupting people from both parties.
The illegal drugs they sell originate from Swali. After the cold war with Swali, it is very difficult to import that kind of medicine, but the fact that they can get it from other places shows their ability. Now add them to the list.
When it comes to protecting the immortal witch, simply thinking about it, their purpose is not simple, so caution is extremely necessary.
Fisher didn't bring his hat or cane, but carried a few playing cards engraved with magic in his arms. Finally, he put a musket on his waist, and then followed Trundle from the back door of the house, destined for the Pink Pavilion.