Asian Girl Completion Manual

When Fisher opened his eyes, the weather outside had just reached the point of being dim. It was not even seven o'clock, and Fisher woke up early.

The window screen was slightly swayed by the morning wind. Ever since those polluting factories were removed, the air in Saint-Nali had become much better, and Fisher could smell a faint smell of rain.

It seems that the autumn rain came again last night in Saint-Naly, which finally brought a complete end to the summer in Saint-Naly.

Fisher woke up early today because he had a particularly scary dream.

In the dream, she was knocked unconscious by Jasmine with her huge whale-like tail. When she waited for him to wake up, she had been dragged into the pitch-black abyss, with no possibility of returning to land. Then she said With words of unknown meaning, he forced himself to have a child with her.

Although Fisher could breathe underwater, the uncomfortable chest tightness he felt when he first tried still made him shudder.

The most impressive thing was that Jasmine, whose body was flashing with fluorescent light, had a dangerous smile and said she would take good care of herself, but the huge water snake next to her was sharpening her knife and looked ready to tear her into pieces. .

When he dreamed of this, Fisher woke up with a start.

Obviously, I rarely dreamed before, but recently when I did, I was either struck with a dagger by Renee, who had transformed into Rafael, or she was knocked unconscious by the terrifying Jasmine's tail and dragged into the sea.

Anyway, it has something to do with these ladies, and it all ends badly!

Fisher rubbed his eyebrows and moved his gaze to Jasmine, who was still sleeping on the sofa with her mouth slightly open.

She always got up very early, but this time Fisher, who was not frightened by the nightmare, got up early, so Fisher also got a glimpse of her sleeping appearance.

When she fell asleep, her posture was still very peaceful. She kept lying on her back and opened her mouth.

Listening carefully, she seemed to be muttering something under her breath.

Fisher raised his brows, as if he was curious about what she was talking about. After he got a little closer to Jasmine, Fisher heard her mouth speaking vaguely in the language of the ocean.

Fisher couldn't understand Ocean's language, but at least he could understand some of the onomatopoeic pronunciation. The intermittent words "Fisher" coming out of her mouth were caught by Fisher, and he guessed that Jasmine was in her dream. Didn't do anything good.

He naughtily touched Jasmine's forehead with his finger. After this touch, Jasmine sat up suddenly as if she was frightened, and subconsciously shouted to Fisher in front of her,

"I'm sorry!"

This time she spoke in Nali, and it was unclear what exactly Jasmine was apologizing for. Anyway, she came to her senses after a second or two, and her face became very rosy.

"Hey?"

After waking up, Jasmine glanced at Fisher in front of her, then at her clothes, and finally confirmed that this was in Fisher's room and not in the trench.

She looked a little disappointed, but she still turned to Fisher with a slight blush and said,

"Old Fisher. No, that's not right. Good morning, Fisher. Good morning."

She remembered what she said last night again. Although she was still not used to it, calling Fisher by his name seemed to make her very happy. As she spoke, the corners of her mouth could be raised a little, as if Holding hands with Fisher yesterday made her happy for a long time.

This is a young and easily satisfied girl. Fisher thinks she is as pure as a colorless marshmallow, soft and extremely cute.

Why marshmallows?

Because marshmallows are delicious

Looking at Jasmine who was having fun in front of him, Fisher's eyes became deeper, but in the end, he didn't do anything for the time being. He just let out a breath of hot breath, stood up and said,

"Good morning. What would you like to eat in the morning?"

"Huh? No, no, I want to eat meat!"

Jasmine was very unaccustomed to being unable to hide her thoughts. After she had just finished speaking in a low voice, she needed to speak out her true inner thoughts loudly. If she didn't speak loudly, closed her eyes, and didn't clench her palms, she would No matter what, I can't express my true thoughts.

In fact, Fisher is not worried about overkill, because that is actually the character of Jasmine.

No matter how she changes, she is still essentially a girl who loves to consider others. She has just been suppressed for a long time in the past and will not make excessive demands.

Probably, if you don't count the fact that she accidentally revealed that she wanted to knock herself out.

"Okay, I will bring it back to you after Ms. Martha leaves in a while, and I have to do some things by the way."

It's about donating money to Petrus Bank and renting a carriage. The charity banquet will start this weekend. According to Anna, this week happens to be the week when Blake is huddled in his house. Now is the best opportunity to do something about the healing room. Fisher had been prepared in advance, ready to take revenge on the old immortal at any time.

"okay."

After hearing Fisher's words, Jasmine's big eyes lit up slightly, and then she smiled and agreed,

"I will wait here for Fisher to come back..."

Yeah, doesn’t it sound too weird?

Jasmine felt a little shy after she had just finished speaking, but how could she take back what she had said?

She could only add one more sentence,

"Anyway, have a safe trip!

It was probably the kind of words that were explained but not explained, but it was good that Fisher understood what Jasmine meant.

He looked at Jasmine's red face and sighed for some reason. Then he walked to the closet, put on another piece of clothing that Renee had brought back, and prepared to go out.

Ms. Martha had just gotten up. After telling her that she had to go out to do errands and not have breakfast at home, she took her cane and went out onto the street.

It's completely autumn now, and it's still a bit cold in Sainte-Ali in the morning, but there aren't many people on the street.

This is because there are no factory workers on the street where Fisher's rental house is located, and if you walk a few blocks further down the street, the mornings there are very lively.

Because parents need to go to factories or small workshops early to work, in order for their children to have a bite of breakfast, they must force their children to get up with them and only go to work after making breakfast.

As for the children, they will be led to the school later by the guides hired by the neighborhood.

Fisher planned to eat something by himself first, and then bring meat back for Jasmine after finishing his errands. At that time, Ms. Martha also happened to be out of the house. She was a member of the fitness team for the elderly in the neighborhood and lived a very healthy life.

He randomly found a breakfast shop on the street to have breakfast. The breakfast in Saint-Nali was just the same kind, and he couldn't make any difference no matter how he ate it.

When the waiter brought fried eggs and bread and cheese to pieces, Fisher was still thinking about whether the research progress on the whale race had increased a lot recently. When he and Jasmine were discussing the creation of life that day, he felt that the sub-human Mother completed the manual's temperature.

"A gentleman in Nali cannot have breakfast without milk. Give this gentleman a glass of milk."

Just as Fisher was thinking, a rather calm male voice from the side interrupted his thoughts.

Fisher raised his gaze and saw a man in a dark suit standing in front of him. The man had short blond hair with some hair oil. He looked very handsome overall and had a pair of bright golden eyes. Looking at Fisher sitting in front of him.

Looking behind him, many Golden Palace ceremonial officers in white robes had sealed off the small shop, leaving only the shocked shop owner. After hearing the man's voice, he hurriedly said: Under the supervision of the officer, I ran to the kitchen to get busy.

Fisher knew this man, or almost everyone in Nari knew him.

He is as famous as Elizabeth, His Royal Highness, Prince Dexter, the eldest prince who is about to inherit the throne of King Gedelin IX.

Fisher put down his knife and fork, stood up, saluted the man in front of him, and said,

"Good morning, Prince Dexter."

"It's okay. I came here to have breakfast with you. Since you have chosen a place, I might as well give it a try. Sit down quickly and stop standing."

Dexter smiled slightly. The nearly thirty-four-year-old prince seemed to have a good temper. He sat directly in front of Fisher's table and ordered the etiquette officer next to him to go to the back kitchen to inform the owner. Add a breakfast.

At the same time, the cup of hot milk he added to Fisher later had also been brought to Fisher.

Prince Dexter liked to talk about things during meals, and Fisher had often heard that he invited some former minister to have breakfast with him at the Golden Palace.

The same thing happened when Swali visited Nali before. He hosted a banquet for the leaders of the new party and finalized the decision to give them full responsibility during the dinner.

This is probably to show that he attaches great importance to his subordinates and is close to the ministers. This is quite the legacy of Godlin II.

Gedelin II inherited the intelligence of Gedelin I. He not only had the resolute methods of his father, but also always had a loving heart.

The most classic allusion about the king in ancient times is that one time when he went out hunting, he shot a female deer with a bow and arrow. When he got it back, he found that the female deer was pregnant, but because of his unintentional One arrow kills one corpse and two lives, and the baby is stillborn.

After seeing the dead doe, Gedelin II was very repentant. He actually shed tears in front of the doe's body and said the most classic sentence in the Nari textbook, which moved the ministers who were accompanying him at the time.

He said,

"How can I claim to be a king by killing my pregnant mother?"

Well, Fisher also read this allusion when he was a child, and I believe Dexter also read it.

"Your Highness, please use it with caution."

When the breakfast that was exactly the same as Fisher's was served, Dexter looked forward to cutting the omelette with a knife and fork, revealing the still sticky yolk inside. While cutting the breakfast, he looked at Fisher. Er praised,

"Well, a good omelette, it tastes very good."

Fisher glanced at the rotten omelette in his bowl, and then at the perfectly fried omelette in the other person's bowl, and almost laughed out loud.

His breakfast was obviously made by the accompanying etiquette officer who borrowed the store's kitchen, making it seem like this store was some kind of treasure shop discovered by Fisher.

But since the prince has said so, Fisher will still say what he promised,

"Indeed, I come here often for breakfast."

"Well, speaking of which, how is the matter between you and my sister? Is there any progress?"

As soon as Dexter asked the question, Fisher raised his eyes and glanced at him. All kinds of speculations about his purpose came to his mind for a while, but the other party just lowered his head to eat the eggs without showing any extra expression. He also added by the way. road,

"Don't be so surprised. Although you usually have very little communication with my sister, the people of Saint-Nali know about the gossip between you two. The nobles and businessmen know about it. Could it be that the Golden Palace doesn't know about it?"

Dexter took a sip of milk, raised his head and said to Fisher,

"Find a time and get the matter done quickly. Gentleman, there is nothing wrong with being decisive. What's more, if the lady is interested, the gentleman who wants to do it is just like picking the little flowers on the roadside. He can reach out and hook them, right?"

Fisher looked at the man in front of him for a second, then sighed and said,

"I thought the relationship between His Highness and Princess Elizabeth was not very good."

"You're right, it's not very good, but of course it's not that bad."

Dexter can finish the milk in one sip, which shows that he really likes drinking milk. He even sighs with pleasure after taking a sip.

"But we are brothers and sisters after all, and we are a family. I will not interfere with her affairs, nor will I have any estrangement against her. It's just my speculation that she will eventually choose you as her husband, otherwise she will I won’t wait until I’m twenty-eight.”

"Before this, she had countless opportunities to get married, and how many times did she reject the marriages arranged by my father and me for her. Mr. Fisher should understand this."

Fisher was silent for a while, then nodded and responded,

"I know."

"Haha, that's good. I just thought of it and reminded you that I won't interfere with your sister's affairs in the future. After all, the most important thing in this era is free love, don't you think?"

As he spoke, Dexter blinked his eyes at Fisher, and after he wolfed down all the breakfast, Fisher knew that the main topic had just begun.

Fisher had almost finished his breakfast. At this time, more residents began to come out. Many residents found that the breakfast shop they usually ate was surrounded by royal protocol officers. They thought the owner of this shop had committed a crime. What treason?

"Okay, Mr. Fisher, I have a little question to ask you."

"Please speak, Your Highness."

"When Prince Lausanne of Shivali was attacked, you were at the scene the whole time, right?"

"That's right."

"This matter has been going on for a few weeks. We are very serious about the liquidation of the Witch Research Society in Nali. But the more we investigate, the more doubtful I am about the outcome of this matter. As far as I know, in the near future, Elizabeth had learned about this matter from the Secret Service before."

Dexter turned his eyes to Fisher and asked word by word,

"Mr. Fisher, the mastermind behind this attack is not the Witch Research Society, right?"

Sorry, sorry, I'm working overtime today, so I can only update by saving my manuscript.

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