It was a fine afternoon, and at this time, in the shade of the deck of the Iceberg Queen, Fisher held a pen and was constantly writing something on the books.

And beside his shoulder, a floating book was constantly whispering something in the gentleman's ear,

"No, no, how can it be like this! Your painting work can only be described as too ugly, I really have itchy hands to see it, and I can't wait to grow my hands to help you paint. Obviously, your dragon race and these subhumans are all well drawn, why can't you draw them when you reach [Chaos Species]? ”

Fisher glanced at the floating Emhart speechlessly, and patiently tore off a few pages of his book.

If there really were a painter in the world who could paint a portrait that was 100% consistent with Emhardt's description, he would really be religiously admired, not by his superb painting skills, but only to praise his ability to comprehend hundreds of times more than humans.

Swallowing a vicious breath, Fisher rubbed his eyebrows and said to Emhart,

"You, repeat the characteristics of the Chaos Species again."

"Ouch, you anthropologist is really the first time I've worked with anyone else, but I'm sure your IQ is already in the lower middle class of the whole world."

Looking at Fisher, who was not kind in front of him, the second half of Emhart's sentence came to an abrupt end, he quickly coughed a few times, stopped complaining about Fisher's painting skills, and focused on describing the appearance of [Chaos Seed],

"Ahem, I'll tell you again about the situation of the Chaos Species, this is a very dangerous subhuman race, don't blame me if you don't recognize it and suffer a loss, you must know that in the past, you humans died a lot because of the Chaos Species, if it weren't for magic, you would have been wiped out a long time ago."

"First of all, the Chaos Species is a very strange sub-human, their ontology is not a mass of matter that can be recognized in the real world, it is very close to the soul in your cognition, and when they come to the real world, they will be forced to produce the corresponding reality [carrier], and this reality [carrier] is what we often call the [Chaos Species] sub-human."

Even if we listen to Emhardt's explanation again, Fisher is still in a completely vague category for the Chaos Species, but it cannot be said that he has not gained anything at all.

After hearing this, he quickly raised his eyebrows, thought of a known knowledge, and said,

"You're saying that the essence of the Chaos Species actually comes from the spirit realm?"

"Oh yes, it's the spirit world. Now that you know that the spirit world is completely covered by the real world, you definitely don't know anything about the situation there, and although I know very little, but fortunately, Paimon is not a dry eater, and I learned a little bit about the spirit world from her. ”

Paimon describes the spirit world as a 'melting pot of vast amounts of consciousness,' filled with a chaotic mix of consciousness and knowledge, and the contents are constantly in motion. At the same time, the spirit world is also closely related to reality, and you humans should know this best. Your magic uses a very treacherous way to pry into the feedback of the spirit world, I don't know who taught you this method, but the person who devised it is definitely a genius; Conversely, real-world events will also have feedback to the spirit world. ”

"The constant flow of thoughts of countless living beings, the soul fluctuations born from the cycle of life and death, stir up the consciousness of the spirit world more and more chaotic, which is a very good thing for the world, which makes it better support the more complex real world, and makes the creatures inside more and more intelligent, otherwise where do you think the souls of so many new life of your human beings come from?"

"And it is precisely because the environment of the spirit world is very chaotic and dangerous, and the awake spirits born in it are all extremely dangerous and high-ranking existences, and the chaos species is one of them, and it is the one with the largest number. Ignoring the other Spirits, they quickly took over the Spirit Realm with their numerical superiority. ”

So that's how it was. If the essence of the Chaos Seed is derived from the Spirit Realm, then when you enter the junction between the Spirit Realm and reality, are the eyes like stars that you see the Chaos Seed?

"But one day, when the Chaos Species had enough of the darkness and loneliness of the spirit world, and began to try to break through to the real world, their large and strong souls were forced to adapt under the distortion of the rules, resulting in the [carrier] of reality, and at the same time possessed all the characteristics of reality, including gender, lifespan, and food needs, which is the source of the [Chaos Species] subhumans that we can see and touch."

Well?

When Emhart said this, Fisher suddenly thought of Renee.

Remember that when her magic power overflowed, those magic powers would automatically form a material body outside her body, which was the Hart Bird.

So, will Renee's principle of creating the Hart Bird be similar or even the same as that of the Chaos Species?

Fisher had always thought that this was a special trait caused by too much magical power, but now it seems that it may not be the case, but Fisher has no evidence to assert it.

"And the appearance of these chaos species is as distorted as the nature of their will, and their appearance is indescribable, so they probably have a human form, and then have characteristics such as tentacles, black hair, and fair skin, so you can draw it, right?"

Fisher frowned and drew a black stickman in his notebook, and then randomly added a few hairs and tentacles to their heads, looking as abstract as the cartoon character of St. Nari buying squid whiskers, but he didn't expect Emhart to say that this was the best he ever drawn.

It seems that it is not that I can't draw well, but that there is a difference in aesthetics.

After all, a book is not the same as a person's physique, and Fisher soon realized that this guy had never seen the essence of the Chaos Seed at all, and he just described it this way to brag to himself, pretending that he knew a lot.

"Although I don't know what you're asking the Chaos Seed for, I still remind you that their level of reality [carrier] alone is unimaginable for humans, let alone their ontology in the spirit world, once you encounter it, run quickly, otherwise you will wait for your untimely death." However, the good news is that basically all the Chaos carriers have died in the real world because of the war, and you may not be able to encounter them."

Emhart finally said that when the Chaos Species began to enter the real world, it was inevitable that they would fight with many races at that time, and the outcome was also very obvious, and finally the Chaos Species failed and died, and the consciousness was sent back to the spirit world.

In fact, Fisher asked Helmhart all this to find out about the first label in the manual that he had almost made up, the [Choice of the Royal Family].

There are only five races in it, which is very friendly compared to the number of other races, which is often tens or hundreds, and three of them have been recorded in his sub-human mother's completion manual, except for the [Phoenix Species] and [Chaos Species] Fisher is not very clear.

Emhart said that the phoenix species have disappeared in the north for a long time, and it is estimated that they are now completely extinct, and there is very little literature about the phoenix species.

Demon Paimon only records their most glorious times, when the entire North was the territory of the Phoenix, and they were worshipped as gods.

But she didn't know how this once powerful subhuman race came to an end, because at that time all the demons had been driven down to the abyss and could not be witnessed.

And if the Chaos Race is really as dangerous as Emhart said, Fisher can't go to them without brains to study it, and can only try to see if there are any other subhuman labels that need to be made up less.

"Drink!"

"Drink!"

At this moment, next to Fisher, under a blue sky and white clouds, countless crew members in short shirts were neatly lined up on the deck for training, they were running circles around the deck, and they were also training in fighting skills or something, just like the training rhythm of a regular army.

It is also true that when Aragina defected from the Sardinia Womanhood, the people who rebelled with her were her most loyal subordinates, and the regular army that served in the Sardinian Navy at that time.

Therefore, the pirate ship of the Iceberg Queen is essentially a warship of the Sardinian country, and the firepower and quality of other ordinary pirates are not of the same magnitude at all.

Once he defected, he basically walked sideways at sea, robbing whoever he wanted, and it was no wonder that it didn't take long for him to become one of the "four pirates" with a great reputation.

And Pahertz's obese first mate was not simple, she was the commander of this army, and she was also given the title of knight in the Sardinia women's kingdom, that is, she was a nobleman who could carve a feather in her armor.

The most important thing is that she is also a military teacher personally assigned by her biological mother who was killed by Arajina

It sounds complicated, but that's probably the case with the Iceberg Queen.

Well, that's what Fisher learned last night when he was drinking with these rough women, and they were very fond of Fisher, who had a special respect for Fisher because of Arajina's relationship.

"Tubu!"

"Don't run!"

"Squeak!"

"Idiot.. Fool! ”

In the distance, you can also see Karma and the three little ones holding mallets and shovels, and chasing the steel parrots flying in the sky with a group of rats, running and barking, and the cute appearance makes the atmosphere on the boat a lot more lively.

Within a few days, Karma and the others had already collected all the local rats on the ship, washed them in three groups, and divided them into three rat legions, each with the three sisters as commanders and named after them.

Well, the ultimate goal of this team with high hopes is to defeat the hateful steel knife parrot demon king, this stinky bird often opposes these three sisters, and on weekdays, he likes to run to wake these three sisters up at six or seven o'clock in the morning, to be precise, to wake them up alive, and then this beam is so ended.

The two gangs are now fighting every day, like a big drama series, so that Pahertz and a large group of crew members have to move a small bench every day to sit and watch them fight each other.

After these few days, old Jack, who was still a little nervous at first, has also relaxed a lot, and recently he has been running to the ship's galley every day, and he doesn't even care about the three bear children.

Fisher glanced around the very lively Iceberg Queen, looked up at the mast in the middle, and unsurprisingly saw the second mate of Osie who was covered all over.

She is also the only person Fisher finds strange in the past few days.

Now, her whole body was wrapped in the wide and heavy robe and sat on the top of the mast like a ball, according to Fisher's observation in the past few days, she would basically stay on it all day, except for eating, sleeping and going to the toilet She would come down, the rest of the time you just want to find her to look up at the mast.

Every day she sat on the top of the mast like a sculpture blowing the wind, looking at the sea from time to time, and from time to time she watched her parrot play with Karma.

Yes, that steel knife parrot is Ossie's pet.

The parrot is a human speaker and very human, and although he often scolds Karma, he is more often playful.

Fisher was still very interested in this second mate, not only because of her somewhat eccentric personality, but also because she was also a ready-made blue bird subhuman.

Ever since he learned that he could get a reward from completing the manual by studying more subhumans, Fisher couldn't wait to find more subhumans to study, and he didn't know if this was a drawback from completing the manual, which made him feel a little stunned.

However, in the end, it turned out that it was not a matter of finishing the manual, but that Fisher wanted to study it himself, because it was a little too boring to stay on the ship every day and do nothing, and if he was idle and didn't study anything, he was ready to dismantle Emhart to see the inner structure, or to study the three nezumi species of Karma

After thinking about it, it was still not too punishable, so I gave up.

As for Isabel

Just as Fisher was looking around with the notebook in his hand, a faint smell of sea salt suddenly came from the side, and Fisher looked sideways, only to see Arajina in the captain's uniform walking to his side at some point, and was watching everything on the ship with him.

In fact, in Aragina's mind, she doesn't have any big goals. Or rather, after she defected and killed her mother to avenge her father, her goal was lost.

When the pirate is only responsible for the sisters who defected with her, she earns a lot of money until the amount of money is enough for each of them to settle down.

And now, the man she likes is by her side and looks at the sisters who were born and died with her, and this kind of warmth is something that Arajina has not experienced for so many years.

She suddenly understood why the women of her hometown always dreamed of marrying a virtuous lady and returned home, I am afraid that the feeling they have been seeking is all she feels at this moment, right?

Thinking of this, Arajina's heart beat faster, and it wasn't until Fisher turned her head to look at her and greeted her that she had a little blank in her head and pulled out a little inconsequential words,

The voyage has just begun, and I'm afraid it will take longer than expected. Previously, due to the detour to the vicinity of St. Nari, there was not enough fuel stored to return to Pirate Harbor, and we still need to make a detour to resupply before entering the Oriental range. ”

Aragina had no idea why she was suddenly saying this, but she just felt the need to say something to talk to Fisher, so she said it, and was hungry for Fisher's response.

"It's okay, I see that everyone else is really enjoying the time now."

Even with such a simple answer, Aragina was quite satisfied.

And Emhardt next to him was already accustomed to Fisher's virtues, he squinted and stood on Fisher's shoulder without saying a word, obviously seeing through the cold state of the world and choosing to bow to reality, he didn't want to be caught in his pocket and locked up for reminding Fisher.

There is a truth that if you want to destroy it, you must first make it crazy.

He intended to let Fisher indulge in the gentle country first, and then when he did capsize one day, he would jump out and taunt him again, so that he would regret not following the advice of the great Emhart

Hey, but if you think about it, won't your deal go down the drain after this guy dies?

At the rate of his horrible conversation, it is highly likely that he will perish before he completes his deal! That's a good thing

No one knew about Emhart's contradictions, and after hearing Fisher's words anyway, Aragina glanced at Fisher quietly again, and her mind began to think about the next sentence again.

She wondered: Can I invite him to my room now? Isn't that too direct and obtrusive? What about having a meal before visiting? Or do you want to send a little foreshadowing first, and convey your own meaning? So, what should I give?

In the midst of such confusion, Aragina suddenly saw the dense notes on Fisher's notebook, and she remembered that Fisher seemed to be a famous scholar and had a certain interest in subhuman studies

She was about to start a conversation on the topic of "subhumans", but in the next second, Fisher and her eyes were attracted by the blonde girl who came out of the back of the captain's room, it was Isabel, the elegant and glorious aristocratic lady of the past.

It's just that at this time, her demeanor is a little sluggish, and her face is also very pale.

Isabel, the fellow who had been dead since she got on the ship, stayed in her room every day and would not come out until lunch or evening, and the word decadence was not enough to describe her.

Now, for example, it was almost afternoon, and she had just come out of her room, obviously hungry to come out to forage for food.

When Aragina saw Isabel, she said,

"I'll ask Chef to make her lunch."

Fisher frowned, shook his head and refused,

"No, don't do it yet, let me talk to her first."