"Hello, my name is Ossie."

"Nice to meet you. Nice to meet you."

The Queen of the Iceberg swayed slightly at night, but Fisher, who was holding a kitchen knife and carving magic on the iron plate in the kitchen, was not alone, after all, in the next room, there was a bird girl who was repeating a conversation with a parrot.

Fisher used to see her cowering on top of the mast every day, and thought she didn't want to communicate with others, but now it seems that this is not the case

As a magic component with a [healing] ring appeared on the iron plate, Fisher exhaled softly, relaxed his fingers, and then wiped a little powder of magic materials on the blade of the kitchen knife, and then engraved the part of the main ring.

"Steel knife, I saw just now, the captain and the man are holding hands, I think it won't be long before Aragina will marry him but, when I was in the women's country, it was clear that Arajina and I didn't like to talk, but now we are going to get married, so I'm . I feel a little envious. I want to try to communicate with others, I can't always rely on you to replace me, what do you think, steel knife? ”

"Fool. Fool"

The steel knife's response was very vague, and the words he confided made Fisher only guess the approximate meaning, but Ossie was able to converse with it fluently, and I don't know if it was due to the natural skills of the blue bird species.

"I know I'll try it with someone else later, but I need your help now. Hey, do I think that's what I told you last month? ”

"Goo. Goo"

The conversation between the second mate, Ossie and the steel knife, was overheard by Fisher, who was still engraving magic in the kitchen at night, and originally had a headache because of the magic engraved with a kitchen knife, but now because of this unexpected harvest, his head no longer hurts, his hands are not sore, and the action of engraving magic is a lot easier.

Remembering that Fisher was still worried about what kind of reason to use to study Ossie, but now that he heard the conversation between her and Steelknife, which was similar to talking to himself, Fisher seemed to have suddenly grasped a clue.

"Buzz."

Fisher continued to engrave the magic, and it wasn't long before the sound in the room was a little quieter, and I don't know if he was tired from practicing, leaving only the sound of the wind and rain outside the ship.

Just when Fisher thought that Ossie had gone back, there was a slight sound over there,

"Whew"

Fisher's action of carving the magic crest with his kitchen knife came to an abrupt halt, and he seemed to hear a strange sound from Ossie next door, somewhat similar to an emotional moan, but much more restrained than that.

And in addition to that, Fisher suddenly had a question.

If Ossie was going to practice dialogue, wouldn't it be safer to practice it in her own room than in the cafeteria?

Although there are basically no people here at night, the sound insulation of the place where Alagina lives is good, and if it is not too loud, it is basically inaudible.

So, what is Ossie here for?

With this doubt in mind, Fisher's movement to engrave the magic coat of arms on the iron plate quickened slightly, and as time passed, the kitchen knife was as nimble as his fingers in his hand.

And by the same time, Fisher, who was not very good at cooking, suddenly thought that if he compared the process of cutting dishes to engraving magic, would the things he made not look as strange as before?

"Hmm, I'm tired. Just leave it here, Peo will take care of it, and you won't have to come over after winter. ”

"Goo. Goo"

"Let's go, Steel Knife."

After a long time, the conversation between Ossie and Steel Knife came again from the next room, and Ossie's voice was slightly wheezing, not knowing what had just happened.

Peo Fisher knew her as the chef of the Iceberg Queen, and Old Jack had been learning the dishes of the North with her, and it just so happened that she was also more interested in Nari's food, so it was a good idea to teach.

After these words, the door of the restaurant next door was opened, fortunately, the cabin doors of the Iceberg Queen were very heavy iron doors, not only to prevent flooding but also to prevent people outside from discovering that the lights in the kitchen were not turned off.

As Osie left here, the healing magic in Fisher's hand was almost finished, and as the last horizontal of the tail of the ring was outlined by a kitchen knife, the magic circuit on Fisher's body was lit up again, and the five-ring healing magic on the iron plate was also completed in an instant, turning into a wonderful pattern that shimmered with light.

The five-ring healing magic, [Instant Healing], is complete.

Although the Five Rings magic was flawed in terms of speed and effect, Isabel's wound was actually not that serious, it was just an exaggerated appearance, and the magic was completely sufficient for her.

Fisher breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the magic complete, then cleaned what was probably the first kitchen knife in history to be used to carve magic, put it back in the knife slot, and walked out of the kitchen with the iron plate engraved with the magic.

The corridor outside was pitch black, and Fisher was probably the only one left on the entire deck below, and Osie had already left here with a steel knife, leaving only the quiet aisle and the entire ship swaying slightly in Fisher's sight.

He walked forward with the magic steel plate, until he was about to walk past the dining room where Ossie was staying, but his steps suddenly stopped, and he looked curiously at the dining room next to him.

After hesitating for a second, he gently reached out and grabbed the handle of the iron door, pushing it open.

"Crunch."

As the iron door was opened, revealing the gloom inside, Fisher glanced around and found that the scene in the dining room seemed to be no different from when he came in the afternoon, but after Fisher turned on the light in the room, he suddenly noticed that there was a small basket in front of the door where the ingredients were placed in the corner of the room.

The small basket was entirely wooden and seemed to contain something weighty, but a pink cloth was covered with the object, obscuring Fisher's view.

Fisher raised an eyebrow, approached the basket, crouched down and gently lifted the cloth, in which a large, smooth-surfaced egg suddenly burst into his eyes.

The shell of the egg in the basket is very smooth, and if you look closely, you can even see a little trace of water stains on its surface, which retains the warmth of its birth, and it lies quietly in the wooden basket.

It was only the first time he saw the egg, and Fisher already realized what Ossie was here for.

Fisher suddenly felt that it was good that Ossie didn't find out when she came out, otherwise eavesdropping on the conversation and discovering that she was laying eggs here would have really made her so ashamed that she would have jumped into the sea.

Most of the sub-species are mammals, with the exception of the more special ones, which are one of the most known to Fisher.

Both the northern and southern continents have this trait, although they can breastfeed, their children are born in eggs.

At the same time, female blue bird species produce infertile eggs at regular intervals, and this phenomenon is intensified especially if there is no contact with the opposite sex for a long time.

Logically speaking, the breeding season of the common blue bird species is only two seasons a year, but listening to Ossie's conversation just now, it seems that her biological clock has begun to be disordered due to the long life at sea, and the rate of reproduction has accelerated from the original two seasons a year to two to three seasons, which is the reason why she often gives birth to infertile eggs.

Although the insemination eggs have no special significance for the blue bird species, they will cook and eat them themselves, but looking at the water-stained eggs in front of them, for some reason, Fisher's face is still a little strange.

Don't eat custard from the boat tomorrow.

Fisher silently said "Mother God bless" in his heart, then put down the cloth on the basket again, covered Ossie's eggs, turned around to turn off the lights in the dining room, and left the place as if nothing happened.

When Fisher came to Isabelle's door in the rain with healing magic, he inadvertently glanced at Osie's room next door, where the lights were still on, and following the silhouette of the light projected on the small window, Fisher saw the figure of the steel parrot in the room with its head tilted, and it seemed to hear Fisher's footsteps outside, but did not speak.

"Buckle."

"Isabel."

Fisher withdrew his gaze and knocked on Isabel's door, and it wasn't long before a somewhat flustered response came from inside,

"Ah, Mr. Fisher. Wait, I'll be right here."

She replied and waited for a few more seconds, and when the door opened again, Fisher was startled by Isabel peeking through the crack in the door.

For no other reason, I saw that inside the room, Isabel, who was dressed in crew clothes and had bandages on her face, half-covered the door, and in the exposed part, her long and silky golden hair was only about shoulder length on her head, and the cut of her hair was particularly rough, looking neat, and cutting her beautiful hair into a mess.

Feeling that Fisher's gaze had been in her hair, Isabel retreated behind the door a little embarrassed, Fisher didn't chase with her eyes, just asked,

"How did you cut your hair?"

"I don't train very well with long hair, and besides, the crew members of other women's countries are short-haired"

"Is that so?"

Fisher looked at the rough cuts in her hair and speculated,

"Cut with scissors?"

"Well, there's nothing else on the boat to use, so it's raining too hard outside, so let's come in first."

Fisher nodded, stepped through Isabel's half-open door, and jumped back into the room with the silhouette of the parrot in the window of Ossie's room as the iron door closed.