The streets of Snake Head are still as dirty and messy as ever, but fortunately, Fisher came here at noon and afternoon these times, and if he came at night, it would be really "lively".

When the time comes, the filthy streets will either be lined with poisonous insects, smugglers who sell you all sorts of cherished products, or ladies who peddle their nights.

The environment here is also very poor, public facilities are basically non-existent, and all kinds of evils breed here. Even the police chief had to be stolen from him when he came here, which is why old Jack wanted to move out of here, which was so bad for his three adorable little granddaughters.

When Fisher pushed open the door of Old Jack's tavern, his scarred face was staring at the door in a daze, and when the gentleman Nari with his cane appeared before him, he breathed a sigh of relief, and looked thankful.

"It's good that I still have a friend of yours who can help, otherwise I would have thrown her out. But she is still a woman after all, and if she lies on the snake head street all night, I am afraid that there will not be even a bone left. ”

Old Jack opened his mouth as if he were spitting, but that still couldn't hide his kindness to the guest. After all, he also has three subhuman children, although he still has a lot of prejudice against the subhuman race at the beginning, but after getting along for a long time, only the prejudice is left in the mouth, and occasionally the mouth is hard for a long time, and he still can't stand the three cute girls' requests to buy nuts.

Fisher smiled, took off his gentleman's hat, and asked,

"Where's that subhuman?"

"Over here, follow me."

Old Jack didn't lead Fisher down to the basement this time, he placed the subhuman in the utility room behind the tavern, he didn't feel comfortable letting the unknown lady stay with the three nezumi girls.

When the door to the utility room is pushed open, the small space inside is revealed. At this moment, the space was completely occupied by a wheat-skinned female sub-human, who had long red hair, and breathed in and out very regularly with her eyes closed, and looked like she was asleep.

The whole utility room was filled with a strong smell of wine and saltpeter, and I wondered if the smell of saltpeter came from the subhuman race in front of me.

If you look closely, the skin of the sub-race is healthy, the face is even more sassy, and a cloak is draped on the body, but at this moment, because of sleeping, the cloak is open, revealing the cool corset and trousers inside. Her lower abdomen was bare, and she clearly had long-honed muscles, and she looked stronger than many men.

After careful examination, Fisher found that behind the lady's cloak were hidden two scimitars wrapped in wooden scabbards, the curve of the scimitars was strange, Fisher had never seen such a cold weapon, the two scimitars were one long and one short, and the short one was engraved with extremely complex black patterns, which looked much more noble than the long one above.

But what really attracted Fisher was the woman's distinctive physical features, four twisted, obsidian-like corners growing irregularly out of her long red hair, and shimmering with lava-like lines on them. In the midst of the woman's cloak, a long, slender tail stretched out, and at the end of the tail an arrow-shaped part emerged.

The characteristics of her subspecies were obvious, but even Fisher had never seen what type of subrace it belonged to, and he had read all the known records of the subspecies...

In other words, there are no books that record what kind of subhumans are the creatures in front of us?

"She came the day before yesterday, and she got drunk that night and slept until now?"

"yes." At the mention of this old Jack, he was a little indignant, he glanced at the subhuman on the ground who was sleeping soundly with his mouth open, if it wasn't for the fact that she was still breathing, he would have thought that this subhuman had drunk to death in his shop, "She drank three glasses of rum, two bottles of distilled spirit, and then she lay on the table and didn't move, and she hadn't paid yet!" ”

"She hasn't woken up once..."

"Who knows, I still have things to do, and I can't keep an eye on her. Anyway, she hasn't moved since she fell asleep, she probably hasn't woken up..."Just as Old Jack was about to continue talking, there was a sudden knock on the door of the basement outside the door, he paused slightly, looked over there and said, "Oh, Karma, they called me... You watch here and see if there's a way to wake her up, or if you're interested in taking her away, I know you're going to love studying these subhumans. ”

Fisher didn't respond to him, but approached the sleeping subhuman and crouched down, he reached out and touched the female subhuman's lower abdomen, the muscles were very hard, as hard as refined iron forged by a hammer. In that muscle, her navel was tiny, moving slowly with her breathing.

According to old Jack, he almost didn't slap this subhuman in the face, he couldn't afford to call her, and he was really the only one to sleep on this part...

Fisher had never seen this strange-looking subhuman race before, and seeing that the subhuman in front of him had not moved, Fisher took out his subhuman mother from his arms to complete the manual, ready to use the power of the manual to judge the type of subhuman race in front of him.

When he was in the Southern Continent before, Fisher had found many unnamed subspecies, and even if he didn't know them, opening the manual would help him identify the names of the subspecies, provided that the observed subhumans were only female.

At the moment when the manual was unfolded, illusory words appeared in front of Fisher, and I saw that many pages behind the [Dragonman] appeared out of thin air, and the golden words automatically wrote on the book that Fisher could read, and it was written,

[Demon Seed].

Fisher's eyes moved slightly, and he looked at the words that appeared next,

[Please select a research individual, the number of available individuals is 0/1]

Well?

Why is it that the number of individuals available in the study of dragons and witches is two, and when it comes to other races, there is only one? Is it because of the prophecy of the destruction of the world? If it is the race recorded in the prophecy of the destruction of the world, there will be an extra place!

Fisher, who seemed to have discovered some kind of pattern, then looked at the illusory text below,

【Elliog, Duke Demon】

[Contributor Tips: Studying higher-level subraces will bring higher risks and benefits at the same time, please choose as appropriate]

A high-ranking subhuman race?

This is the first time Fisher has received such a special evaluation from the completion manual, and it is also the first time that Fisher has heard the term demon seed. Previously, his concept of demons had come entirely from the Church's treasured ancient mythological texts, the traditional image of demagogic and ugly monsters.

And the one in front of you...

Fisher looked up, and just wanted to take a look at the appearance of this demon species, but saw that the demon in front of her had opened his eyes and stared at Fisher who was crouching in front of her.

Her eyes were not human-like, but bright red as a whole, like naturally glowing stones, and there were strange lines like fiery snakes in the children's holes.

She looked at Fisher in front of her quietly, obviously the temperature in the room was much higher than outside, but under the gaze of that gaze, Fisher suddenly felt cold.

But in the next second, the piercing cold suddenly disappeared, and the demon seed lay on the spot and shook his nose, looked at Fisher and said,

"Well, you have a nasty smell on you, and it's two."

She speaks Nari, but not in a style that is as good as an orthodox Nari, but rather as indistinct as churning magma.

Fisher's hand was still in the hand at this moment, but she didn't seem to notice the item in her hand, but looked at Fisher's face carefully.

"Nasty smell?"

Elliog didn't get up, and after a few seconds of looking at it, she yawned and nodded,

"Ah, it probably smells like a volcanic insect that has been baked in a lake without dipping sauce, but it just smells bad... Whew.."

At the end, she yawned sleepily again, as if she hadn't slept enough, and then she stretched out her finger and pointed at Fisher in front of her.

"But you don't smell like the guy I'm looking for, just bear with it... By the way, where am I now? How do I feel like my memory is a little foggy, hmm, what am I here for? Drink? Or sleep? ”

She struggled to use her brain, and then slumped into a pile of clutter behind her as if she had given up, changed to a comfortable position and prepared to close her eyes.

"Rebirth: The Great Age of Waves"

"Forget it, I'm too lazy to think about it, let's sleep a little longer, after all, it's really comfortable to sleep. Good night, human, don't send. ”

How could Fisher let this guy continue to sleep, he took the opportunity to put the finishing manual in his hand into his arms, and said to her,

"You drank here the day before yesterday, and you've been sleeping for almost two days, and if you don't get up again, the store will throw you out."

After saying this, the demon in front of him was motionless, but the tail behind him suddenly cocked, and at this moment Fisher realized that the end of her arrow-like tail began to light up with a small fireball.

Hmm, does the end of the tail ignite when the demon species is conscious?

"Ah, yes... You wait for me to think about what I'm here for, it's so annoying, why do you want to think about this? ”

She looked at the ceiling of the utility room decadently and irritably for a long time, then touched her head and sat up, and suddenly said,

"Ah, I remember. I came here to hunt down the sinners, but because it was too troublesome to hunt down the criminals, I prepared to drink some wine before setting off, and after drinking some wine, I felt very tired, so I had to rest first, and fell asleep in the tavern. Ah, thanks for the reminder, I'm going to work again now, and I'll pay you..."

Despite these words, she had no energy at all, and seemed to have no interest in the so-called "work" at all. However, at this moment, she seemed to have finally woken up from that sleepiness, and she subconsciously reached into the pocket of her chest and groped carefully, but it seemed that she had not touched anything, so her face suddenly became unnatural.

She stole a glance at Fisher in front of her, felt his gaze staring at her, and then glanced at the confined environment around her, and her face became even more stiff again.

Fisher seemed to have discovered something, he glanced at the other party's somewhat evasive gaze, and suddenly opened his mouth to guess,

"You... Won't it be that you don't have the money to pay for your drink? ”