Chapter 245 – 21. Felis
“Yin-Yang Reversal, Dragon Court Belongings?”
Fisher first noticed the two unique label sequences belonging to the Lion Race and curiously opened the Supplement Handbook for Sub-Humans for explanations on these two labels.
[Yin-Yang Reversal: They possess gender characteristics that are inversed compared to other natural beings]
[Contained Races: Lion Race, Troll Race, Seahorse Race, Chaos Race]
Chaos Race?
Unexpectedly, the Chaos Race also falls under the category of Yin-Yang Reversal?
To be honest, Fisher’s understanding of the Chaos Race is still quite vague, which only increases his curiosity about this subhuman race from the Spirit Realm. However, as Emhart said, a mythic-level subhuman race should wait until he gains more advantages before researching it.
His gaze continued downwards to the explanation about the Dragon Court belongings.
[Dragon Court Belongings: They were once the most loyal henchmen of the Dragon God Fei, using Dragon People as a spiritual banner, guardians for generations under the protection of the giant dragon wings of the Dragon Court.]
[Contained Races: Lion Race, Brain Demon Race, Bat Race, Bear People, Elephant People]
It seems somewhat similar to the [Snow Mountain Belongings] that Fisher unlocked earlier, and as he guessed, the belonging series exists only under the race labeled as [Royal Selection]. Since the Dragon Race and Phoenix Race have already been unlocked, logically, the Whale Folk, Demon, and Chaos Race should also have corresponding belongings.
These races, similar to those in the Snow Mountain Belongings, are scattered across different locations in the Southern Continent. As Jahl Uzz, the author of the Soul Supplement Handbook, stated, the Dragon Court is an enormous entity, much like a giant dragon’s wings covering the entire Southern Continent.
If given the opportunity, he might return to the Southern Continent to gather information about these belongings, but evidently not now.
He stretched his somewhat stiff body from pain and turned to the Lion Race Felis, who was hiding behind Valentina’s wheelchair, beckoning her with his hand.
“Do you want to do this here or in a more secluded place? It all depends on you.”
“Secluded? Hey, what does this human want?”
“Research.”
Fisher walked toward her with paper and pen, causing Felis to twitch her ears and swallow her saliva.
She suddenly had a bad thought, wondering if this guy was planning to write on her with the pen.
Felis had come without her fire gun or her huge straight sword; even with weapons, she couldn’t defeat Fisher, let alone now.
Seeing her tail sweep on the sand behind her, Fisher found it a bit amusing. Sometimes he couldn’t help but think how nice it would be if all subhuman research subjects were like Eil, where he wouldn’t need to do anything but ask questions, which would greatly reduce the troubles of research.
“Felis, I’m here.”
Unable to move her body in the wheelchair, Valentina spoke up to comfort her.
Hearing her boss say that, Felis gritted her teeth, shot Fisher a glare, and placed her hands protectively over her chest, lying on the sand with her eyes closed, shouting at Fisher,
“Here will do, come on!”
Valentina pushed her wheelchair a bit back, watching Fisher slowly approach Felis and sit down beside her.
As he observed the research subject in front of him, his gaze became focused. The pen in his hand acted as a measuring instrument, estimating Felis’ height and data as an adult female subhuman.
Valentina didn’t pay attention to Felis but instead examined the strange Nali who could use magic. She saw his gaze focused, as if he were rigorously engaged in a magic incantation.
This metaphor was certainly appropriate for a magician; comparing the research of subhumans to magic made it seem like his study of subhuman races was no longer just an excuse.
“Where is your hometown on the Southern Continent?”
While roughly drawing the outline of a female Lion Race on the paper, Fisher gently pinched the furry, deep brown fur-tipped tail of hers, confirming the specific texture before asking.
Lying on the beach, Felis blushed slightly and opened one eye to look at him, gently pulling her tail away from him.
“Ha, are you doing a census?”
“The research is about the Lion Race, not about you; you’re just my window to the Lion Race.”
Upon hearing that, Felis opened both her eyes. After glancing at Fisher, she redirected her gaze to the sea.
“Western coast of the Southern Continent, in the lion tribe of the Cocoxima grasslands. Before humans arrived, I lived there, always scrambling around with my sisters, so I got punished—being raided by even stronger bandits.”
“The western coast, and then what?”
The subhuman races of the Southern Continent are extremely diverse; aside from a few races, various subhuman races live together in many mixed communities. This may indicate that they have been mixed since the Dragon Court era, corresponding exactly to how the Dragon Court managed other races.
“Hmph, the Lion Race believes in pawns and strength, which helps us acquire decent things. But ever since the people from the Western Continent entered the Southern Continent, I found that humans do not believe in pawns; they believe in money. They don’t care who has the money as long as there’s money, so I changed my career.”
She lay on the ground, her hand forming a gun-like shape, pointing it at the sea, then said,
“Mercenaries with clear prices, that’s what you humans call me. But lately, business in the Southern Continent hasn’t been good, and I can’t stay in the Western Continent either, so I had to scrounge for food in the Northern Region and then met my boss.”
While she spoke, Fisher jotted down the biological knowledge he gained about the Lion Race, since he had already noted down what she said. He could supplement the societal knowledge later.
After she shared some traditions about the Lion Tribe, Fisher began confirming the physical strength of the Lion Race.
In fact, according to Little Jack’s research papers, the constitution of the Lion Race, while exaggerated, was not to the extreme level of a superhuman status, but Felis was different.
During their previous battle, Fisher felt that her strength and agility far exceeded those of an ordinary Lion Race. She could use weapons and firearms, her rank likely around ranks 5-6, sufficient to handle most troubles. After all, Haldor and Valentina’s magic largely was at 6-8 rings, no wonder they hired her as a bodyguard.
Little Jack had previously recorded many non-dangerous subhuman races of the Southern Continent in great detail, integrating descriptions from local humans to supplement details hard for those from the Western Continent to know, such as the previous Southern Continent saying about “women’s jealousy,” which was documented by Little Jack.
Unfortunately, Little Jack only managed to visit the Southern Continent once due to health reasons. Not long after he brought Karla and the others back to the Western Continent, he passed away.
Next to him, Valentina, sitting in her wheelchair, watched as Fisher wrote increasingly detailed research notes. She glanced again at the peaceful Felis lying on the ground.
At that moment, Felis’ face was slightly red, her eyes fixated on the sky. Then she quietly peeked at Fisher and suddenly spoke,
“Hey, it’s already October now. It’s late autumn.”
Valentina didn’t understand what she meant, but Fisher immediately withdrew his hand from confirming her physical strength, saying, “Sorry.”
It had been mentioned earlier that the Lion Race has three seasons for reproduction throughout the year, with winter being the remaining season. There are two peaks for reproduction, late autumn and early spring. Right now, it just happens to be late autumn.
So, Felis was warning Fisher that if he continued to touch her, she might have to eat him.
“When we were in the tribe, we would certainly not recklessly grab the male lions! What are you thinking? This only happens when two lion tribes go to war. Most of the time, we just steal a little food—food, mineral crafts, and pretty clothing. Those are what we like, okay?”
In the following hour, Fisher had thoroughly clarified her physical condition and background. To say what needed to be said, he had to thank Valentina for hiring her. The research process was quite similar to that with Eil; as long as she didn’t resist the research progress, it would skyrocket quickly. Although the social research still lagged, the biological research had reached 20% completion.
[Lion Race Biological Research Progress: 22%]
[Lion Race Social Research Progress: 17%]
[20% Research Stage Reward: Constitution +3, Reproductive Ability +1, Endurance +1]
Fisher looked at the familiar bonus points with a black line on his face. At this rate, he felt that he would truly become what Emhart referred to as a “mythical level of reproduction rank.”
And Valentina nearby had fully witnessed Fisher meticulously recording the characteristics of the Lion Race. By now, she genuinely believed that Fisher was an academic interested in subhuman races.
This Nali not only practiced magic but also had a certain understanding of subhuman races. If she joined her, it would certainly be a great help in seeking the Parasol Tree of the Phoenix Race.
Thinking of this, she couldn’t help but invite Fisher again.
“Are you really not considering joining my team? We will look for the Six Races’ seals to attempt to open the Parasol Tree. By then, even if you know the entrance to the Parasol Tree, you won’t be able to enter, so cooperating with us is the right choice.”
Fisher had already made up his mind, so he shook his head but glanced at Valentina jokingly, saying,
“Sorry, if you were a subhuman, I might consider it.”
“. That’s a shame. But I still want to ask, do you really like subhumans that much, Sir Nali?”
Valentina, crossing her arms, found herself speechless at Fisher’s words. She sighed, rubbed her forehead, and said,
Fisher looked at her, completely unaware of the change in her expression caused by his words, and could only casually respond given her beautiful yet resigned expression.
“Well, it’s okay. Can’t say I like them that much.”
Valentina wanted to say something more, but then saw the book on his shoulder beginning to make faces at her as if it were threatening her, which blocked the words she had prepared from coming out.
After a pause, she looked at Felis lying on the beach, also gazing at her, and said,
“Alright, I won’t insist. We will soon be leaving here to return to the Northern Region. It was nice to meet you, Mr. Fisher Benavides from Nali.”
“Likewise, Miss Valentina Tulan from the Northern Region.”
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