Fisher, who got off the stage, sat quietly next to Damian again, feeling the unsightly face of the muscular headmaster next to him, he leaned over and explained in a low voice,

"I've been so much leaner, otherwise I could have been talking for ten minutes straight... After all, I haven't been on stage for six years, you understand. ”

Damian looked at Fisher next to him for a long time, then took a breath and said,

“... I know. ”

Damian's face is not good-looking, and the people in the other research institutes are even more angry but helpless, it is already a slap in the face to say the problems of the research institute in this kind of public occasion, Fisher does not need to add many more adjectives, anyway, it is estimated that these bachelors will look at the research institute like they are looking at a pig farm for the next year.

Damian only hoped that this would do some good, and it would be inevitable to go back and be called in by his fellow griffons to talk.

The opening ceremony ended quickly, Fisher didn't stay to have lunch with Haytham and them, he still had to go to find an "old friend" to find clues about the witch workshop and the undead witch, so he was ready to leave first.

When he left, he specially lowered the brim of the gentleman's hat, so as not to be discovered by the fanatical young bachelor behind him, and stopped him to ask questions, or even sign autographs, probably because he had to wait until the exam to hang his signature on the bedside, so as to bless them to pass the exam.

Fisher, who walked in the corner, was low-key, slowly skimming through countless crowds, and walking towards the gate of the Royal Academy, but suddenly caught a glimpse of a quiet lady standing next to the gate of the Royal Academy, a hat large enough to cover her face to block the warmest sunlight of Nari, an elegant long dress wrapped around her beautiful and soft body, and her hands were placed in front of her, as if she blended in with her surroundings.

The lady seemed to be waiting for someone, and a strange majesty spread through the air, discouraging many men who wanted to come up and talk to her.

Fisher opened his mouth and subconsciously turned around and left, preparing to go out through the side door, but saw several guards with guns on the side in the distance...

A feeling of being seen through rose to his heart, and Fisher sighed, straightened his collar, lifted the gentleman's hat that had been deliberately pulled down, and walked towards the lady standing in the doorway.

The lady did not look back, her long braided blonde hair behind her, and she looked quietly at the stone bricks of the royal academy staircase outside until she felt a gentleman approaching.

"Her Royal Highness Elizabeth..."

Fisher made a gentleman's salute, and the expression on his face was serious, and at first glance he looked like a standard Nari gentleman.

But the lady didn't look back, but a gentle smile on the corner of her mouth,

"Mr. Fisher's informality towards everyone, including the King, at least shows that you are at least sincere in your dealings with them, and that you do whatever you think in your heart... But to me, you have always maintained a hypocritical politeness. ”

She turned around, and her pale golden eyes were as hollow and wide as an ocean, and only the gentleness that overflowed was the most touching.

It was a woman who could best be described by the word "princess", that is, the most elegant, strongest, and most beautiful woman could be called a princess, and there was only one person who could bear this name in the whole country, and that was the "eldest princess" - Her Royal Highness Elizabeth Godlin.

After listening, Fisher explained with a smile,

"Don't dare, I have always had loyalty and respect for the royal family, especially to you."

Elizabeth didn't look at him, just smiled, took out a small gift box in her hand and handed it to Fisher with one hand,

"I have received your reply. This is a gift for your return, the perfume that Queen Schwali gave me last month..."

Fisher took the small gift box, but captured the key message in the other party's words. Previously, Schwally and Nari were both in the Cold War, and it was only at the beginning of this month that there were rumors that Nari and Schwali were going to get back together, but last month Elizabeth got the bottle of perfume from the Queen of Schwally.

That is, she made a secret visit to Schwali last month and brokered a rapprochement between the two countries.

But why did she give perfume to herself, or Schwally's perfume?

Schwally's men's perfumes are a bit difficult to describe, because they have a good masculine situation, and many of the perfumes have a strong smell, not a feminine scent, but a beast-like scent. Anyway, Fisher bet that any lady wouldn't like this bottle of perfume, Renee would definitely laugh until her stomach hurt if she knew, but I don't know if the dragon-born Rafael would like this...

In fact, the thought was instantaneous, but just as Fisher wanted to say "Thank you, Your Highness" to Elizabeth, he looked up and saw her golden eyes, as if she had been looking at herself for a long time.

"Thank you, Your Highness."

Elizabeth turned her head with a smile and slowly led her skirt down, where a golden carriage protected by soldiers had been waiting for a long time.

"No thanks, it's just a souvenir..."

She didn't ask Fisher for a salute in return, but slowly walked into the carriage with her skirt, waited for the carriage door to close, and then slowly left the scene under the protection of the soldiers, Fisher stood still until her carriage completely disappeared from view.

And in that carriage, where Fisher could not see, Elizabeth had gently removed the hat from her head, did not open the window outside, but reached out and dipped some tea on the black tea on the table in the carriage, and wrote lightly on the table,

"I've done it with other women, and there's at least one other person in the relationship...."

She doesn't have the terrifying superpower of mind reading, just the answers she can get from observation.

Elizabeth's beautiful face looked at the tea stain on the table and did not move, and then with a wave of her hand, the tea stain on the table burned with a golden flame, which quickly burned all the traces on it.

It's just that behind the golden flames, the hollow and gentle golden eyes are frighteningly cold.

......

......

Fisher let out a long breath as he watched the golden carriage, surrounded by soldiers, take a long breath, and then check the bottle of perfume as a souvenir to make sure that there was nothing strange engraved on it before he accepted it.

He had known Elizabeth at school before, she was the jewel of the whole house at that time, and there were too many halos on her body to count, Fisher won the first place in the quadrennial "Griffin Race", and she promised Fisher in front of the whole school that he could agree to his request once, whatever he wanted.

The whole school knew about it, and when everyone thought that Fisher was about to take the royal branch, he didn't ask for anything.

The request was still counted, after all, Elizabeth had said that "the promise would remain valid until her death", but there must be a reason why a gentleman who liked ladies would refuse this seemingly tempting request.

Because he always felt that Elizabeth was very strange, and he was full of discomfort when he stayed by her side, which made Fisher subconsciously vigilant and did not dare to have too much to do with her.

So until now, the two who seemed to be a very good match back then have never had a follow-up, only the legend about "Elizabeth's omnipotent request for permission" is still circulating in the royal academy group back then.

Fisher sighed, took the perfume into his arms, picked up his cane, and walked away from the Royal Academy.

This time, I didn't take the train again, but walked to a completely opposite place.

Tomorrow the University of St. Nari will start, he received the corresponding class schedule yesterday, he originally wanted to prepare for the course, but he looked at the syllabus, it was too simple and there was no need to prepare, and other things about the rating he had already thought about before, just go to class tomorrow.

And before that, he was going to get the information of the guys from the Witch Research Society first, so as to find the [Undead Witch] they were looking for, and he had to find it before the police found them, otherwise it would be troublesome for them to get the information when they entered the police station.

It just so happened that he had some "old friends" in Saint-Nari who could help.

Snake Head Street is a notorious slum area of St. Nari, which used to be close to the city's factories, and after the factories were ordered to be evacuated, the poor had nowhere else to relocate. To this day, there are still gangsters and criminals active here, and every time the San Nari police come here, they will never leave empty-handed.

But after all, they are only a small number of residents, and most of them are the families of workers working in factories in the suburbs, and the families of servants working in the city.

The low level of consumption and the indescribable living conditions are not exhaustive, and the proximity to the drainage canals of Saint-Nari and the confluence of several rivers have led to a mixture of houses and drainage structures, many of which are below ground level and smell of drugs and cigarettes.

Fisher covered his mouth and nose with his collar and went down from the entrance to the Snake Head Street, and into the ground with the sound of the Nari River. Pushing aside the oncoming smoke of tobacco and drugs, Fisher soon found himself in front of a twinkling-lit tavern.

It was only noon, and there was hardly anyone in the tavern, except for an old man cleaning, and the floor was full of cigarette butts and vomit mixed with alcohol.

He swept and said,

"We don't pick up customers in the afternoon."

"Old Jack, I'm here to find Karma..."

The old man's body paused slightly, put the broom beside him, picked up his hand and turned his head to look at Fisher,

"Yes, only Fisher will come to them in the whole of Saint-Nari... Come with me. ”

The old man's face was covered in scars, and he looked like a gangster who had been hanging out in Nari's underground for many years when he was young, but he had long since washed his hands, and all his grievances had vanished with the death of those who had died.

He has a family, a wife and children like a normal person, and he ends up alone like a normal person.

Old Jack's son is called Jack, and he was a classmate of Fisher when he was a student at the Royal Academy, and his research direction was subrace, to be precise, he was the first person to study subrace; Like the story of his gangster son who became a scholar, his life was full of ups and downs.

It's a pity that he didn't inherit his father's strong body, and like his mother, he was very weak, and he fell seriously ill during a trip to and from the Southern Continent, and died of illness not long after returning.

But he left a valuable relic for Old Jack...

Fisher followed Old Jack in front of him, through the small door behind the bar, and then through a basement door blocked by iron plates, until several minutes later they came to the usual old Jack's habit, a fairly large basement.

"Grandpa!"

"Grandpa!"

"Grandpa, you're back!"

As soon as Old Jack pushed the door open, three small fluffy things rushed at him, and fell into his arms at a rapid pace, crawling around on top of him, chirping and calling as he held him.

If you look closely, there are actually three little girls with ears wearing small princess dresses of different colors, each with a long, curved tail behind her back, like a squirrel in the wild.

Their big smart eyes and long eyelashes blinked from time to time, constantly rubbing against the sturdy old man, and they kept talking.

"Oh my God! It's Uncle Fisher who is here! ”

"Fisher!"

"Let me see!"

The three girls did not get off old Jack, but poked their heads out of three different parts of his body, and looked at the gentleman behind him with bulging mouths.

"Hello, Karma, Holly, and Dot."

The old man rubbed their faces with black lines on his face, and said unhappily,

"Okay, they're here, if you have anything to ask, just ask, and by the way, you have to pay me a fee."

"Yes, grandpa wants to buy us nuts to eat!"

Old Jack scolded with a dark face,

"I'm not going to sell you nuts to eat!"

As soon as these words came out, the three little girls looked pitifully at Old Jack behind them, and made him open his mouth, and for a moment he had nothing to say, obviously moved by their cuteness.

"Really, won't you buy it for us, grandpa?"

"Really?"

"Really?"

Old Jack opened his mouth, and then scolded,

"Buy! Hurry up and ask Fisher what he's going to do! ”

"Yay!"

"Grandpa is the best!"

The three girls rushed into Old Jack's arms again, making him pout speechlessly.

Fisher smiled and took off his hat and sat down in the small, intimate room.

These three are the endemic subhuman species brought back by Jack from the Southern Continent - the rat race, I heard that they were only found in the wilderness at that time they were still cubs, and Jack, who was worried that they would be eaten, was ready to bring them back to raise, but he died not long after he came back, and Old Jack wanted to drive them away many times, but he was reluctant.

On the one hand, because they are the last sub-species left by their sons, on the other hand, they think they are cute and pitiful, and they are reluctant to get along for a long time, so they treat them as granddaughters.

These three rat races are not easy to do, they can communicate with all the rats, and if there is anything they want to ask them, they just have to ask those squirrel and rat friends to know.

However, most of the rats are too stupid, and the three of them have raised some very smart ones, let the smart ones ask the stupid ones and then they will report to Karma and them, so that they can get complete information.

"It's like this, last week at midnight on a Friday night, there was a homicide on Cullen Street, and I wanted to know where the killer went."

Fisher looked at the three little girls in Old Jack's arms and went straight to the point.