Asian Girl Completion Manual

An 80-minute class ended quickly. When Fisher said, "This class ends here," the students below who had been concentrating just now turned into zombies and slumped on the table powerlessly. On the course, one class from Fisher was worth two classes from other professors, expanding some of what they could currently know.

But now it seems that the content is placed a bit too much, and the burden on students is a bit heavy. Let's improve it next time. However, the students here seem to be more resilient than those at the Royal Academy. They rarely get distracted after a class. Although they were dissatisfied with Fisher's behavior in class at first, they still have to attend class and write the papers.

Who calls the University of Saint-Jacques' degree certification performance point grading system? Degree certificates from A to D are no joke.

Fisher packed his things, left the lecture theater, and walked to the office building of the Magic Academy.

He only has two classes at the University of Saint-Nali, which is only four classes a week.

One is an introduction to the basics of magic for first-year students, and the other is advanced magic practice for second-year students. Today's class was over, and he just had to come back tomorrow, but running back and forth was too much trouble. He heard that Ken had arranged an office and dormitory for him, and he was going to check it out.

Originally, I wanted to hold a research class on subhuman races, but there was only one person in the school who signed up for the class. Even if Ken had adjusted the class limit to 10 people specifically for Fisher, it was still not up to standard, so he could only Give up.

Walking around the campus with a cane, Fisher walked to the end along the office buildings of science, literature, social sciences and economics. Only then did he see a one-story bungalow on the edge of the school. Outside the bungalow It was just outside the school. If it hadn't been for the "Magic Academy Office Building" sign in front, Fisher would have thought this place was the guard office.

"."

It seems that after Saint-Nali University failed to recruit professors, it even slowed down the construction of the office building of the Magic Academy. It's no wonder that there are only a few teachers in the magic academy now, and they are not needed at all.

When Fisher walked in, a middle-aged man who was sitting behind a desk wearing a blindfold heard the sound of the door opening. He hurriedly took off the blindfold and smiled when he saw a strange gentleman. Then he stood up and said hello to Fisher.

"Ah, you must be the new magic professor. I am also the teacher responsible for teaching the basic introduction to magic. My name is Roger."

"Hello, Fisher."

"Oh my gosh, I knew it was the very popular Mr. Fisher when I saw the faculty list. Now it's a great honor for me to see you, this young and promising scholar, in person, your desk Don’t worry about it over there, the situation at the Magic Academy is a little hard to describe, but the treatment for us professors is still pretty good.”

Under Roger's guidance, Fisher came to the door of an office by the window. The desks and the like inside were all newly arranged. From the window here, he could see the situation outside the University of Saint-Germain. Under the green hills outside, not far from the university, there was a medium-sized building that seemed to be newly built.

Fisher looked at the building and asked Roger behind him,

"What is that house for? I thought the council in this direction only approved land for the University of Saint-Nali."

"Ah, that." Roger looked at that direction and then said, "That's the 'Southern Continent Asian Race Protection Association', the territory of the new party. I heard that they were talking about having exchanges with our school, but here they are. I haven’t seen any communication in more than a year, so I guess it’s just for show. By the way, I heard that there is a race of centaurs from the Southern Continent living there, and I can often see her walking outside the yard.”

"so."

Fisher looked at the building in the distance and responded.

Roger didn't stay here long. He helped Fisher tidy up a little and then prepared to leave. He still had classes to attend at half past ten. Fisher had nothing to do for a while, so he sat in his office chair and thought about the immortal witch. She was hiding in the Pink Pavilion and needed someone familiar with the Pink Pavilion to take Fisher in.

For example, that guy Trundle.

Tapping his fingers on the table, Fisher made a preliminary decision about contacting Trundle to go to the Pink Pavilion to find the immortal witch. But it's better to be careful, it requires a little planning, he can't just go there in a big way.

According to the information obtained from Bart Witch, the Immortal Witch is "protected" in the Pink Pavilion. There are many theories about the financial backers behind the Pink Pavilion. Some say it belongs to the old nobles of Nali, and some say it belongs to a private businessman. Yes, some people said it was from Nali Development Company, but I couldn't be sure at the moment.

But no matter who they are, they must have a purpose in protecting the immortal witch. There is no free lunch in the world. It could range from her "selling herself to work" there to requiring her to do additional valuable work in return. Only in this way will the Pink Hall take the trouble to offend the Witch Research Association and shelter her.

Therefore, looking for this immortal witch cannot be a warning. Besides, the immortal witch saw Fisher's face that day, but Fisher didn't know what she looked like, so even if he went there, he would never find her.

Thinking about the specific plan, Fisher turned to look out the window, but suddenly saw a lady in a dress walking out of a building not far away, holding a small basket in her hand. The lady's lower body was like a horse, and there was a hair on her head. To the long ears that flap from time to time.

That was the centaur female that Fisher had seen that day when he was preaching for the New Party near the Royal Academy.

Fisher became interested immediately. The last time he gave a lecture, there were so many people that Fisher couldn't study this rarely encountered subhuman race. Now it seemed that there were no people nearby. Fisher hesitated. In a moment, he walked out of the school directly from the office, holding his cane and walking toward the building in the distance.

The house of the so-called Southern Continent Asian Race Protection Association looks very simple. There is a low wall at the door, which is covered with various propaganda strategies of the new party. The centaur inside is humming a song softly and sitting on its four legs. On the ground, vegetables grown under the wall are picked by hand and put into small baskets.

"Hello."

"Ugh!"

Fisher's sudden voice startled the centaur, and she suddenly stood up, her long ponytail swaying behind her over the clothes covering her horse's body. When she saw that it was a human gentleman and not a bandit or an evil spirit, she breathed a sigh of relief and said to Fisher,

"Well, sir, if you are here for an interview, you have to wait for the association staff to come back."

She spoke cautiously, but Fisher smiled and shook his head.

"Is it because the New Party is afraid that you will say something wrong? Don't worry, like all the Nari people, I don't care about this so-called association. I am more interested in you."

"interested in me?!"

The centaur girl was stunned for a moment, then her face turned rosy, and the ponytail behind her swayed a few times along with the ears on her head.

"Well, I am a scholar who studies subhuman races, and my name is Fisher. I have never seen centaurs in the Southern Continent before, but I didn't expect to see them in Saint-Nali."

"Ah, my name is Siatt, a race of centaurs from the Wandering Whip Tribe of the Southern Continent." After hearing Fisher's name, she subconsciously performed a Nali ritual. After doing it, she smiled bitterly. He said at once, "I didn't expect that there are still humans who study demi-human races. I thought only businessmen cared about demi-human races."

"It's possible. It's just like seeing you, a Centaur, in Saint-Nali."

Hiatt was amused by Fisher's joke. She covered her mouth and laughed. She walked to the edge of the wall and got closer to Fisher.

She seemed to be the only one in this house, and Fisher didn't see any staff. There was only this one lone centaur in the entire "Southern Continent Asian Protection Association."

"So, why can't we see centaurs in the Southern Continent?"

"Ah, that's because our tribe is always on the move. We are a nomadic people with no fixed settlement, but I won't tell you the rules of our migration."

She blinked and smiled slyly, but Fisher didn't care. After thinking about it, he nodded and skipped the topic.

The migration pattern of centaurs is definitely not as simple as Siatt said. Otherwise, even a nomadic people would not have encountered a centaur for so long. It is normal for her not to tell a human about this secret. , Fisher didn’t intend to ask further.

"Since we have been migrating, I guess part of the reason must be because of humans, otherwise we would not have been able to see someone for so long. Then why do you appear here?"

Siatt smiled and covered her chest.

"I voluntarily followed humans to this continent. Because even if we can hide now, one day there will be nowhere to hide. After realizing this, I felt the need to do something. I I came here with the wishes of several tribes, as well as the wishes of other demihumans in hiding, hoping to bring peace to humans and demihumans.”

"The people of the New Party agreed to my request. They said that more people in the Western Continent should hear our voice. To this end, I even learned your human language."

She smiled proudly at first, but then her smile dropped slightly by an octave. She looked at the protective association, which was empty but covered with other policy slogans of the new party, and then said, "But now it seems that this It seems to be just an extravagant hope. I originally thought that humans had huge resentment towards us demi-humans, but I didn’t expect that neither the New Party nor other humans actually care about us."

Fisher didn't make any comments. After listening, he leaned against the wall and reminded,

"Are these words too dangerous for me, a human being?"

Siatt laughed after hearing this and patted his head.

"After all, it's been too long since I've met a human being interested in demi-humans, so I said a little more unconsciously. Sorry, wait a minute."

She suddenly remembered something belatedly, and then her expression when she looked at Fisher became wary.

"You can't lie to me, right? In fact, you are not a scholar who studies demi-humans at all, but a thief who wants to steal? Or a robber!"

"What are you stealing? Is there anything else to steal here besides food? Is it stealing from you?"

Fisher was amused by her words and said this to this interesting centaur girl, which made her shyly step on her horse's hooves and put her hands on her hips towards Fisher.

"What are you laughing at? What happened to stealing from me? When I was in our tribe, I was the most beautiful and the fastest one!"

Fisher did not question her status as the fastest centaur in the tribe. Anyway, she was the only centaur here, and nothing she said could be verified. But if possible, it would be best to study her. He was still very curious about centaurs. After all, this was the first time he encountered a living centaur.

"I didn't lie to you before. I am indeed a scholar who studies subhuman races. I am currently teaching courses at the University of Saint-Nali there, so I estimate there will be many opportunities to come here. I am very interested in centaurs, if possible. I’d like to know more about you, is there anything you would like in exchange for research.”

When she heard that Fisher wanted to know more about herself, her face turned red unconsciously, but she had already confirmed that the other party was really interested in centaurs and wanted to know more about them. After hesitating for a moment, she agreed,

"Okay, if I don't have anything else to do here, you can come over at any time. Sometimes the new party will ask me to go and preach or something. Forget about the reward, it's fine if you can come over and talk to me, but let's make an agreement in advance. , I won’t say much about the tribe.”

Fisher nodded and agreed to her conditions,

"Then it's a deal."

Please read and vote, this is very important to me!

Many thanks!

(*`*)