CHAPTER 548: 63.ILOIS_2

"It won’t be much trouble, and you don’t need to do anything extra... The thing is, my actual job on the Western Continent involves researching demi-humans."

Every time Fisher mentioned this, the demi-human woman to be researched would start feeling something was off and become alert, even the most dull-witted should sense a hint of suspicion, but the nun in front of him seemed not to understand at all, merely nodding to show she had heard.

The Emhardt on his shoulder sighed, unable to stand it anymore, and started making frantic gestures towards Ilois.

Seeing this, Ilois thought he felt unwell and pointed at Emhardt with a finger, saying to Fisher,

"That... Mr. Fisher, your Book Knight on the shoulder seems to be in discomfort, his expression looks painful..."

"Are you feeling unwell?"

Fisher turned his head expressionlessly to look at Emhardt beside him, who quickly averted his gaze and started whistling,

"What discomfort? No, not at all, who’s feeling unwell? You?"

"..."

You fool, when you later realize the malice in Fisher, don’t blame the great Book Knight for not saving you! I’ve never seen such a fool rushing to deliver himself into Fisher’s jaws, and you’re the first, just wait for your doom!

Emhardt glared at Ilois fiercely, the feeling that he was disappointed in her nearly seeping out of the book cover for others to see.

Of course, Fisher knew exactly what Emhardt was thinking, but in reality, he had no ill intentions towards Ilois; he merely wanted to obtain the first stage of the biological research reward for the Moon Rabbit Species as soon as possible and then leave this place to find all six Seals before arriving in Erwin.

"Sister Ilois, I am very curious about your race, the Moon Rabbit Species, I can help you restore the Creation Scripture in your hand, but afterwards, I need your cooperation for a little bit of research on you, is that alright?"

"Sure... Wait... Research... what does that involve?"

Ilois nodded with a smile, and after waiting for a second or two, her smile stiffened as she came to her senses, finally taking a moment to contemplate what Fisher’s mention of ’research’ really meant after savoring the taste of the deer meat.

It sounded like a very official term, especially with Fisher’s very stern expression, but why did it still feel strange when applied to oneself?

"I need to obtain data from your body and conduct tests and records on the unique biological properties of your Moon Rabbit Species, that’s roughly it."

"Body... body data?!"

Fisher’s words frightened Ilois, causing her to throw away the skewer she had finished eating and quickly cover her large ears with both hands, her face blushing slightly as she retreated back a bit, protesting to Fisher,

"Insolent... fool! I am a servant of the Mother Goddess, how... how could I do such things!"

Fisher smiled helplessly, patted his own cheek, and shook his head,

"What are you thinking? I won’t do anything strange to you, nor will I touch you at all, just measuring and recording data, do you understand?"

Without thinking, Ilois shook her head, and because of this shaking, she tasted the venison sauce on her lips, pausing for several seconds before she secretly licked the sauce off her lips, her sneaky and cute action making Fisher laugh.

This Moon Rabbit really isn’t very bright, if he said something else she might easily fall into his trap, after all, she still needed something from him...

"It’s okay if you don’t want to, I can still transcribe the Creation Scripture for you..."

"Really?"

Ilois’s eyes lit up, letting go of her ears that she was covering, and looked incredulously at Fisher, the trace of joy instantly covering up any remaining caution.

Fisher nodded, raising the Creation Scripture in his hand and reading it with a blank expression,

"Yes, but it’s the Nali text version, since I do not know the Northern Territory Language, I’m not sure if you’ll understand?"

Ilois’s joyous expression instantly turned to sulk as she picked up on the dismissive tone from Fisher, her lips pouting as she muttered,

"If I agree to that?"

"Then I will copy the Northern Territory Language version of the Creation Scripture."

"You, you, you...aren’t you illiterate in the Northern Territory Language!"

Fisher glanced at Emhardt on his shoulder and said,

"But my friend knows it, and if you’re willing to help, he might be very happy to help me translate."

Emhardt incredulously eyed the shameless Fisher next to him; his eyes seemed to spit flames that signified, "Damn it, when have I ever been happy to help you"...

Well, that was probably what it meant, Fisher guessed.

Ilois pursed her lips, her delicate fingers stretching from the nun’s robe gently pinched her own skirt’s hem, pouting pitifully at Fisher in front of her, looking through the light of the fire and appearing just like the little brat she once made cry at the Church School.

And every time someone cried out loud after being provoked by him, that beautiful nun with sharp ears would always be the first to come over and settle scores with Fisher.

"Fisher! Are you bullying others again?"

"Yes, yes, yes, Sister Teresa Benavides... are you going to make me copy the Creation Scripture again? Which Chapter? How many times?"

"All of it! Copy it three times! And, call me Sister Teresa, Fisher Benavides!"

Holding his chin, Fisher’s expression slightly froze until the firelight in front of him shattered his memories and he came to his senses. He shook his head, sighed, and said to Ilois,

"Alright, I won’t bully you anymore. You’re a nun, and if you don’t want to, that’s fine. I’ll copy the Northern Territory Language version of the Creation Scripture for you as a way to repay you for saving me ashore, and after that, I’ll leave this place, alright?"

The drooping ears of Ilois lifted a bit, and her pouting lips twisted into a bright smile.

"Really?"

"Mmm-hmm..."

Fisher stretched lazily, enduring the stiffness and pain in his muscles as he completed his relaxation routine before tossing the wooden stick back into the fire.

"Alright, it’s too cold outside. I’m going to rest for a while and check out the Bell Tower, hoping you’ve cleaned it up so that a grown Nali gentleman and a book can have a place to stay for the night."

"Of course! I’m very diligent, I clean every day! Not just the Bell Tower; I often clean the Prayer Room and the Confession Room too!"

Fisher ignored her, packed up the remaining deer meat to take back, knowing he could have many more meals from it.

Just as he was about to make his way into the church, Ilois suddenly spoke softly from behind,

"Um... Mr. Fisher, if you want to study me... that’s also possible. But... but, but you must absolutely not touch my ears..."

Fisher, somewhat surprised, turned to look back at Ilois—she, realizing he had suddenly turned to look at her, got scared and again covered her ears with her hands.

Right, now Fisher suddenly realized that Ilois would subconsciously cover her ears whenever something happened; he had thought it was just her habit, but it seemed that was not the case...

"What happens if I touch your ears?"

"Oh, well... if that happens, there might be little babies."

"False."

"It’s true, my father told me that!"

"..."