Chapter 285: 61. Moon Rabbit Tribe
“This is the McDowell Fiefdom, right?”
Fisher slowly stood up from the ground beside the confession room. Just as he was moving to stand, he felt pain all over his body, as if every part of him was being hammered mercilessly, causing him to gasp.
After a few seconds and adjusting his stance, he spoke to the nun beside him.
At this moment, Sister Ilos was squatting on the ground, sipping her soup in small bites, and her train of thought was interrupted by the sudden question. She shifted her gaze slightly and said,
“Uh, this is Coastal Luhxiong City. Where were you planning to go? The neighboring Hammond Fiefdom?”
“It’s the same here. I don’t know much about the situation in the Kingdom of Sardinia.”
Fisher walked over to his belongings. During the time he took to slowly squat down, he watched as the outlines of two books appeared slowly in the previously empty white shirt. Opening his pocket, he took out the two books, which were the Supplement Handbook for Sub-Humans and the Soul Supplement Handbook.
He pulled out the Supplement Handbook for Sub-Humans and retrieved a postcard that Renee had given him from the front page. Seeing that the postcard still did not feature a lark covered in purple feathers, he couldn’t help but show a hint of disappointment.
This was a small method he had just started using, which involved placing some very important items within the Supplement Handbook for Sub-Humans, so even if he temporarily lost them, they would return to him with the handbook.
He reached out to feel the other book, the Soul Supplement Handbook, which contained a card from the Mechanism. Fisher touched the card’s rather damp surface, unsure if it would still work after getting wet. After pressing it a little, a light appeared on it, pointing him in a direction.
Following the beam of light, he looked back; it pointed towards the main door of the Healing Rot Church. Within less than half an hour’s walk outside, he could reach the city of Luhxiong in the McDowell Fiefdom. He felt certain that this card was guiding him to Luhxiong.
It seemed there was a Mechanism known as David I there, and he could go find him then.
But before that…
“Thank you, Mother, for bestowing such delicious food upon your devout child. I thank you again, Mother.”
He turned to glance at the Rabbit Nun who was sitting by the fireplace, silently praying after finishing her meal. This was something the Mother Church liked to do; after finishing a meal, especially one with meat and oil, they must express gratitude to the Mother for allowing them to enjoy such food. In Genesis, the Mother only allowed her children to eat wild plants as a punishment, so any extra food must be thanked for its ample provision.
Emhart flew back onto Fisher’s shoulder, quietly turning to glance at him, who was lost in thought, his eyes suddenly turning dull. He bumped Fisher’s face with his blocky body and said,
“I’ll remind you first, you just had relations with that captain from the Kingdom of Sardinia. You really will meet a terrible end at the hands of women if you keep this up.”
Fisher shot him a look, speechless. It seemed like he appeared as a desperate beast in the other’s eyes, incapable of discretion. In reality, he had no such thoughts; he simply wanted to bind the nun using the Supplement Handbook for Sub-Humans to connect with the Snow Mountain’s blessed tribe.
Of course, it would be best if he could study this subhuman tribe he had never seen before.
At this moment, the rabbit girl before him was covered entirely in a conservative and elegant black nun robe. Other than the long pair of rabbit ears, he did not see any prominent features, which piqued his curiosity.
Ilos quickly finished her prayers, taking longer than most current believers of Nali; only someone from a formal church family like Milica would likely strictly follow the church’s ancient precepts.
Once the prayer was completed, she sighed slowly, as if achieving something significant, then shyly held up the bowl in front of her and said to Fisher,
“Sir, you should rest here for a while. I’m going to wash my dishes and the clothes I was wearing.”
“Fisher, my name is Fisher Benavides.”
“Ah, okay, Mr. Fisher.”
She stood up, absentmindedly nodding in agreement, and then swayed her rabbit ears towards the church’s exit under Fisher’s gaze.
Once she left, Fisher prepared to lower his head and open the Supplement Handbook for Sub-Humans to determine the tribe of this girl. But unexpectedly, the nun hurried back with her dishes, halting his action and turning to look at the church’s entrance.
“Um, should I also introduce myself? Sorry, sorry, I… I’m Ilos, an apprentice nun of this Healing Rot Church.”
“I got it.”
After waiting for Fisher to belatedly nod in response, the nun named “Ilos” smiled faintly again, then hugged her dishes and left the church, leaving Fisher and Emhart to exchange glances.
“An apprentice nun, how rare. It’s my first time learning that your church that believes in the Mother would let a Moon Rabbit Tribe subhuman serve as a nun.”
Fisher’s eyes sparkled with a strange color, and facing Emhart’s comment, he simply shook his head lightly, saying,
“This is not the Western Continent, but the Northern Region, and there is no such thing as an apprentice nun in the church. Of course, it’s impossible for a subhuman to serve as a nun; since she claims to be one, there must be a reason.”
As he spoke, Fisher opened the Supplement Handbook for Sub-Humans again. Just as he had the book open, the handbook seemed to sense his intention, and its pages flipped by themselves to the section where he had previously recorded the Cloud Cat Breed.
With golden light slowly twisting in the book, a new blank page gathered at the top of a new section,
【Moon Rabbit Tribe】
【Please select a research subject. Available research subjects: 0/1】
【Ilos, adult female Moon Rabbit Tribe】
Indeed, the appearing subhuman nun was exactly the blessed tribe he was looking for from the Snow Mountain, but this left him puzzled. Previously, he didn’t know much about the distribution of subhuman tribes in the Northern Region and was unaware of the current distribution of the Moon Rabbit Tribe.
Was it that there were enough Moon Rabbits for him to encounter one, or was it just pure luck?
While discussing the distribution of the Moon Rabbit Tribe with Emhart, Fisher selected “Bind” in the illusory text before him, feeling the familiar intense pain surge through him. He clenched his teeth and closed his eyes, leaning against the outside of the confession room.
Emhart thought Fisher was injured due to the previous storm, so he didn’t think much of it, just explaining the general distribution of the six tribes,
“Logically speaking, the Moon Rabbit Tribe shouldn’t appear in the Kingdom of Sardinia. Didn’t I tell you before? The three Sons of the Phoenix divided the southern end to the Snow Mountain into three areas; the southernmost was given to the hottest-tempered eldest son, the ‘Ice Prince’; the middle was given to the second son, the ‘Frost Prince’, who doesn’t like to manage things, and the nearest to the Snow Mountain, in the Northern Region, was given to the youngest and most gentle, the ‘Moon Princess.'”
“The Ice Prince took the most valiant Cangniao Tribe and Troll Race, while the Frost Prince took the most skilled at manufacturing and trading, the Slime Tribe and Moon Rabbit Tribe. The Moon Princess brought back the leftover Snow Fox Tribe and Cloud Cat Breed to the Snow Mountain.”
“It’s been so long now. The Cangniao Tribe has a distribution in both the Kingdom of Sardinia and the northern Snow Mountain, while the Troll Race has disappeared and likely returned to the Snow Mountain. The Moon Rabbit Tribe and Slime Tribe should still be in the middle section of the Northern Region. I don’t know why a Moon Rabbit appeared within the borders of the Kingdom of Sardinia.”
After several breaths, Fisher finally eased up from the pain of binding. He squinted his eyes and took in Emhart’s information.
“Is that so?”
He lowered his head and opened the Supplement Handbook for Sub-Humans. Next to the title of 【Moon Rabbit Tribe】 were several brand new tags, similar to the ones that appeared when binding with other tribes. They were sequentially:
【Northern Region Tribe】, 【Beast Tribe】, 【Cotton Candy】, 【Snow Mountain Blessed Tribe】
Almost identical to the tags of the Cloud Cat Breed. However, if the Moon Rabbit Tribe also has the 【Cotton Candy】 tag, then it suggests that the nun should also have corresponding soft white fur, or else the Supplement Handbook for Sub-Humans wouldn’t provide such tags.
Fisher unconsciously recalled the small tuft resembling a rabbit’s tail he saw on her nun’s robe and slowly sat up. His body was hurting severely now, clearly affected by the storm.
After all, it was a natural disaster containing great power; let alone an eighth-tier life rank, even if his rank increased several tiers, he would still be incapacitated. If he hadn’t been able to breathe underwater, he would have likely perished at sea.
Thus, the current plan is probably to rest here temporarily, but not for too long, because Erwind is also looking for clues about the Frost Parasol Tree. He might already know about the matters concerning the six tribes’ marks. He must quickly find the Mechanism and Valentina and reach the six tribal marks before Erwind, or else if he obtains any one of them, he would be shackled.
However, if he could take the time to study the Moon Rabbit Tribe, a subhuman tribe he had never seen before, that would be even better, allowing him to gain additional rank elevations and other rewards.
Fisher made some simple plans in his mind. Before long, the church’s large door opened again, and Ilos returned with clean dishes. However, compared to when she left, there were some wild vegetables that had frozen and been severely altered in appearance.
“Um, Mr. Fisher, I just remembered you can’t eat anything until tomorrow when I bring back the dishes. That would be too pitiful. Even the Mother would feel pity. So I gathered some wild vegetables to eat. This way, you won’t starve today.”
She placed the washed dishes back into the small room across from the confession room. Only now did Fisher notice that this small room contained quite a few items filled with daily life, rather than being outside.
It seemed that she was indeed a nun, not an imposter. Fisher could tell from this small detail.
For the nuns living in the church, they cannot casually place any of their living items outside to defile the church, so typically, after using any item, it must be neatly stored in their cramped living space to demonstrate their respect for the Mother.
However, even though he understood that, seeing Ilos enthusiastically present the cold and soft rotten vegetables in front of him still made him feel an impulse to treat her like feeding livestock.
Emhart on his shoulder could barely stand it anymore, urgently said to Ilos,
“I really doubt that this guy would die in the storm; he’ll die in your hands instead. Humans can’t eat this.”
“But I just ate some before! It tasted fine; it shouldn’t be deadly.”
Ilos glanced thoughtfully at the wild vegetables in her hand, then opened her mouth to take a bite. Although the wild vegetables were quite cold, causing her to stick out her tongue, she quickly swallowed and said to Fisher,
“Are you really not going to try some? It’s edible.”
Fisher shook his head resignedly and then stood up to put on the half-dry white shirt, telling Ilos,
“It’s fine. I can go find something to eat myself. You don’t need to worry about me. By the way, I’m seriously injured and might stay here for a few days. Is that okay?”
Ilos held the wild vegetables in her hands, blankly nodding in subconscious agreement, but then suddenly remembered something. The church is a sacred place that cannot casually host people; if he wanted to stay, the only place would be the bell tower on the second floor.
“Of course, that’s fine, but…”
Just as she started to remind Fisher of this, he had already preemptively explained to Ilos,
“Don’t worry, I’ll stay in the bell tower upstairs, not in the church.”
“Huh? Then that’s not a problem.”
Ilos looked oddly at Fisher, surprised that he knew what she wanted to say. She racked her brain for one or two seconds and then deduced the corresponding conclusion, asking Fisher,
“Wait, Mr. Fisher, do you also believe in the Mother? Why are you so knowledgeable about matters in the church?”
Fisher, wearing his shirt, walked to the door. Hearing this, he shook his head and smiled, saying,
“I don’t believe in the Mother Church; I just lived very close to a church for a long time when I was young. Just like here, there was once a very kind nun living there, and I was familiar with her.”
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