In Fisher's line of sight, the steel knife raised by Ossie's hands was just parallel to her face, which also led to the fact that in Fisher's eyes, the opening of the steel knife was equal to the simultaneous opening of Ossie

So, is it the steel knife greeting himself or is Ossie herself greeting?

“... Hello. ”

After a second of silence, Fisher replied with a greeting.

After hearing Fisher's words, the steel knife did not move, but Osie who held it nodded, and then gently took the steel knife back into his arms and rubbed its body.

Well, it seems that it was Ossie's greeting just now, but she expressed it with the help of the mouth of the steel knife.

However, Fisher clearly remembered that she was the first person on the ship to discover that the giant underwater was a sea ghost yesterday, and she also jumped off the mast and told Arajina about it.

In other words, she can actually talk.

“...”

After Fisher's greeting, the speaker returned to Ossie as if it were turn-based, but she held the parrot and didn't say anything, and even stole a glance at the road behind Fisher, and finally stopped again.

Osie's desire to end the conversation and get out of place is so strong that it's almost too obvious.

Fisher's keen observation allowed him to detect the small movements of the second mate of Ossie, and of course he guessed that she wanted to leave, but he felt that it was necessary to say something to end the conversation when leaving, so he was now meditating on the words to end the conversation...

"You..."

In order to avoid her embarrassment, Fisher, who had 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 that under her wide cloak, she suddenly stretched out a "hand" to Fisher, and when she looked down, the "hand" stretched out from under the cloak was far from the palm of a human hand, where there were no five distinct fingers, only a thick and wide blue-gray feather.

It's more like a giant wing than an arm.

The feathers of the northern species are generally cyan and gray, and Jack Jr.'s paper records that the southern continent subspecies of the blue bird species have orange-yellow individuals, but Fisher has never seen them with his own eyes.

Each feather on the wings of the northern species will have a different shape of white markings in the center, and each species is different, but Osie's is very beautiful.

In contrast to other species of blue birds, with their punctate and irregular white spots, the markings in the middle of Osie's blue-gray feathers are continuous and symmetrical, as beautiful as flowers blooming on their feathers.

"Idiot... Fool..."

As Osie stretched out her hand, the steel knife in her arms screamed at Fisher again, interrupting his attempts to observe her feathers, but its bird call was still so unpleasant that it was no wonder that Karma and the others fought with the bird every day.

Ossie held its hand and pinched the body of the steel knife again, and the pain made it change its mouth again,

"Sugar... Cuckoo... Sugar..."

Sugar?

After hearing the words of the steel knife, Fisher finally realized that Ossie in front of him wanted to hand him something, so he put his hand under Osie's wings, and the next moment, I saw her gently shake her wings, and a blue candy wrapped in translucent candy paper fell from her feather into Fisher's palm.

Fisher took a closer look and saw that the candy she had given herself was a traditional dessert from the North, called Cold Water Candy.

Not only does this candy have a long history, but it also tastes good, and it has been sold in Saint-Nari before, but Fisher found that it tasted very unpalatable because of the different ingredients used.

True Northland Candy is infused with a fruit that grows only in Northland Ice Water, and the juice from this fruit makes the candy taste sweet and refreshing, very similar to the taste of mint, and has a refreshing effect.

“... Thank you. ”

Fisher reached out and pinched the candy that Ossie handed over, and although he didn't understand why she suddenly handed him a candy, he subconsciously thanked him.

Then, after getting his response, Ossie's beautiful eyes that were exposed to the outside finally showed a sense of relief that was visible to the naked eye.

So again, as if she had completed a mission, she stole a glance at the road behind Fisher.

There is the direction of departure.

Before Fisher could reply, she nodded her head and motioned for Fisher to "no thanks," and then she fled quickly in the direction of the deck with her parrot in her arms.

This should have been an ordinary conversation that seemed strange to Ossie, and even Fisher didn't expect it to end in such a way.

Fisher turned his head to chase her gaze in a daze, and saw her stop in the hallway at the entrance to the captain's quarters, and then gently threw the steel knife she was holding.

"Idiot... Fool..."

The steel knife without Ossie's flesh snarled freely in mid-air, and by the way, spread its wings and stopped firmly on the railing, tilting its head and combing its feathers.

The next moment, Osie in front of it suddenly spread out her wings hidden under her clothes, and the fully stretched wings were huge, and she suddenly propped up the cloak and flew backwards, making her body instantly expand a lot, and vividly expressed the suppressive force of the northern blue bird species.

"Whew!"

With a flick of Osie's wings, her whole body was instantly pushed far off the ground by the current, and she flew onto the mast she was accustomed to.

Because the force of this flight is too great and her movements are too smooth, onlookers will subconsciously think that she jumped on it instead of flying.

In just a flash of lightning, she had quickly sat down on the top of the mast, which was her exclusive seat.

Seeing this scene, Fisher suddenly remembered that the native language of the people of the northern territory is different from the naming method of various sub-people in the academic circles of the Western Continent, and the local residents call the northern blue bird species "snowstorm makers".

Well, this is a paraphrase, so it seems a bit simple and crude.

But at this moment, seeing the appearance of Ossie spreading his wings and flying in front of him, Fisher couldn't help but imagine the spectacular sight of this subhuman soaring in the snowy sky in the north, the terrifying power generated by the flight is rarely matched by other species, and it is no wonder that the people of the north believe that the wind and snow are rolled up by the wings of the bird species...

Fisher's gaze remained on Osie's body, but the next moment, she suddenly retracted her wings, and then skillfully wrapped herself into a ball with the heavy robe.

Moreover, this time it seems to be more tightly wrapped than what Fisher had seen before, as if he was very afraid of the cold.

“...”

Fisher glanced at Ossie wrapped in a ball on the mast, then looked down at the cold 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 be a little socially phobic.

It turned out that she had been hiding on it not for the safety of the Iceberg Queen to guard the surrounding waters at all, purely to avoid direct communication with other people.

And once she communicates directly with others, she will have a lot of trouble communicating with Fisher.

Not only did she use a steel knife to talk to Fisher just now, but she also threw Fisher a piece of candy to end the conversation quickly after saying a few words...

If Ossie is such a character, then Fisher's research plan is likely to be difficult to progress, and she can't talk about it, so how can she be obediently studied by herself?

But before that, he wanted to try his previous ideas and see if he could convert the knowledge he had gained from Emhart into a supplementary handbook study.

Emhardt knows a lot, and if his knowledge of Yaren Niang can be recognized by Yaren Niang's completion manual, then Fisher is confident that he can break through the 50% mark of biological research progress without in-depth physiological communication.

"Squeak, squeak..."

"Let's go find Fisher! Yes... Fisher, look, the book looks dead! ”

While Fisher was still thinking, there was a noise in the corridor in front of the captain's room.

It turned out that the three mischievous rat girls were running towards Fisher with a small group of rats with anxious faces, and Karma, the leader, was holding an open, motionless book in both hands, and the rats behind him were all panting, as if they were empathizing with the three of them.

One of the interesting things is that Fisher found that even ordinary rats become much smarter after following them for a while.

When they first boarded the ship, Fisher had seen them lure out the rats hidden in the compartment of the Iceberg Queen, and they were no different from the ones they had seen in the sun, dirty and smelly.

However, it had only been a few days since they had been with them, and the rats on the boat had gradually developed a tendency to converge with the ones they had brought out, and there was an obvious change in their expressions and expressions.

Fisher hadn't figured out how it worked, and he was going to look into it later, but not now.

"Dead?"

He glanced at Emhart, who was motionless in Karma's hands, and raised an eyebrow slightly.

"Hmmm! He must have been scared by the rats, maybe he was scared to death, or he could have fainted, but he didn't have a nose and couldn't breathe, we don't know what happened to him... I just wanted him to play the little mouse's bed, and then he suddenly died... I'm sorry, Fisher, it's my fault..."

Dot's expression looked the most guilty, and it looked like she was the one who came up with the bad idea and didn't run away.

Fisher glanced at the book, then said casually,

"It's okay, you guys go play, I'll cure him."

"Really?"

"Fisher must cure him, we won't bully him again next time..."

"A little guarantee!"

Fisher smiled and took the "dead" book from their hands, looked at the worried look of the three of them in Karma, and couldn't help but smile and wave his hand at them, indicating that it was okay.

When they finally disappeared from view, Fisher turned his head and said as he carried Emhart back to his room,

"Still pretending?"

“.... Oh, Fisher? Thank goodness you're here, otherwise it would have scared the great Emhardt to death. ”

Fisher had long seen that this guy was not dead, he was playing dead.

He was in the same state as when he saw Elliog and died on the spot, as long as he met a strong enemy or someone he didn't want to communicate with, he shrank on the spot and turned into a harmless book for animals, so as to avoid the catastrophe,

"You don't know, those little things are so noisy and disgusting, and they want them to lie on me! I'm the highest-ranking relic! How dare they do that to me! Sooner or later, I'll want them to look good! ”

As soon as he returned to Fisher's room, Emhart instantly stood up again, as if it were not him but his weak brother who had been lying down and pretending to be dead.

Now he was floating in mid-air, slamming into the void as if he were slamming the heads of the three little boys.

Fisher didn't answer, because he always felt that this guy was actually having fun, otherwise he wouldn't have run out with them when Karma and the others came to play with him this morning.

It's unclear if it's because he's very patient with children or if he's been lonely for too long, but Fisher thinks he's getting along well with Karma... If they don't throw rats in his face.

Fisher didn't respond to his duplicity, and went straight to the point, straight to his own topic,

"Emhat, tell me everything you know about this subhuman species, and I'm going to use..."

Emhart, who was dangling in the sky, stopped moving, and after hearing Fisher's words, he looked at the serious Fisher in front of him and blinked, and his mouth trembled.

Then he glanced out of the room in a panic, and after making sure that no one else was eavesdropping, he flew into Fisher's ear, and subconsciously said to him in a voice that was an octave lower,

"Are you crazy? The captain of the Sardinia woman on this ship, have you started to think about her escort before you can get your hands on it? Fisher, I'm going to have to talk about you, and if you continue to eat like this, you're going to be in the bowl and looking at the pot... Ahhh ”

“...”

He was only halfway through his words when a foul-faced Fisher had reached out and grabbed him in the palm of his hand, while his other hand twisted abruptly and pinched a page exposed from his body.

Seeing that Fisher was about to make a move, the phrase "there is no place to die" that was about to spit out of Emhart's mouth turned slightly into a sincere compliment,

"Ahhh I mean, you're going to be a very knowledgeable subhuman scholar! Quick, you let go of me first! I... I can't wait to learn about the subhumans of the North with you! Let go of me, I'll tell you everything I know..."

After hearing his reply, Fisher gently let go of his fragile pages, allowing him to float again in mid-air.

"Don't mess around, I'm useful."