Chapter 250: 26. The Eve of the Eastern Ocean
Fisher and Isabel walked into her room together. This small cabin lacked a dressing table and personal seating like the ones in her Golden Palace, and there wasn’t even a decent mirror. She could only measure her golden hair with her hands and then roughly cut it to a certain length.
Strands of golden hair fell to the floor, making it look a bit messy.
“After the magic takes effect, it will cover your bedside area, so it’s best not to stray too far. You wouldn’t want to wake up as a pig head tomorrow, right?”
“I wouldn’t turn into a pig head or anything.”
Isabel quickly swept the scattered golden hair on the floor with a little broom, gathering it into a pile.
Fisher placed the iron plate beside her bed, waiting for her to lie down so he could activate the healing magic.
But seeing her tidying up with uneven hair that was shoulder-length in some places, he casually raised an eyebrow and then beckoned her over, saying,
“Come here first.”
“Ah?”
Fisher took out the black sword hilt in his hand and summoned the Fluid Sword, which flowed like mercury. The blade of the Fluid Sword consisted of rapidly flowing liquid, making it impossible to attach magic materials for inscription—certainly not suitable for magic carving knives—but it was quite appropriate for trimming a girl’s hair.
Watching Fisher summon the Fluid Sword, Isabel immediately understood what he meant. She obediently sat in front of Fisher, letting him help her tidy up her messy golden locks but still instinctively asked,
“Is my haircut that ugly?”
She thought Fisher would politely brush her off, but he decisively nodded and replied,
“Yeah, it’s ugly.”
In a place he couldn’t see, Isabel secretly puffed her cheeks, utterly confused as to why her sister Elizabeth would like such an unrefined Fisher. He hardly ever had a good expression, and he constantly hurt girls’ feelings when he spoke, just like during the Godlin Festival earlier.
“However, you and your sister have perfectly inherited the Godlin family’s signature golden hair. The quality is quite good, so this awkward hairstyle can still be fixed. This blade is quick and might nick your scalp.”
“…Mm.”
Isabel pursed her lips, feeling Fisher’s fingers run through her hair, bringing a slight tingling sensation, causing her to squint her eyes a bit in pleasure as she enjoyed this massage-like service.
Even though Fisher always had a poor expression, it made his gentleness at this moment feel particularly precious. Is this why her sister was so moved by him?
As Isabel savored the moment, she suddenly realized that Fisher’s actions seemed overly skilled. Had he done the same for her sister?
Thus, she opened her eyes and asked Fisher behind her,
“Fisher, have you also helped my sister with her hair?”
“Kids love asking these questions. I’m starting to doubt if sending you to university was a good idea. All done, take a look at how it looks.”
“Hey, this looks really good!”
Fisher didn’t respond to her question but instead raised the Fluid Sword in his hand to create a smooth mirror, reflecting her current appearance. It was the first time she saw herself with short hair, and she felt it gave her quite a heroic look, a different style from before.
Noticing her instinctively puffing out her chest to admire herself, Fisher had already tucked the Fluid Sword back into his arms and then lightly snapped his fingers, activating the healing magic at her bedside.
In fact, Fisher had not only helped Elizabeth with her hair but had also kissed the corners of her mouth and fingers. They had basically done everything except the final step, but certainly, such matters were not suitable to share with Isabel.
According to tradition, the women of the Godlin Family were strictly prohibited from encountering such matters before marriage. The princesses of ancient times were as pure as the saints in the church, but once the princesses attended university and studied alongside others, it was inevitable they would learn a thing or two about it.
Elizabeth’s knowledge of romance was entirely practical, learned through her experiences with Fisher, while Isabel’s understanding came from theoretical studies with Milica, the “story princess.”
“The magic has fully activated. The healing magic will accelerate the circulation of the bruise in your body, so there might be a slight pain sometimes. Just endure it.”
“Mm.”
Fisher didn’t linger much; the sound of the rain outside had lightened considerably. He walked to the door, preparing to leave, when a voice from behind called out,
“Good night, Teacher Fisher.”
“Good night.”
Fisher waved at her and then left her room, leaving Isabel with her short hair, maintaining a composed posture as she gazed at the closed door, feeling the warmth brought by the healing magic.
No wonder her sister liked Teacher Fisher.
She looked at the healing magic left on her bedside and touched her neatly trimmed short hair, suddenly thinking this.
The next morning, the Iceberg Queen had sailed away from last night’s continuous rain. The weather was nice this morning, and Fisher got up early, preparing to have breakfast when Emhart flew over from beside the still-sleeping Mouse Daughter, landing on his shoulder.
Fisher glanced at Emhart, who was yawning heavily with one eye and mouth, looking like he hadn’t slept well.
“Those three little brats not only ground their teeth all night but also tried to bite me! They really treated the great Emhart like a teething toy!”
“Who told you to sleep with them last night?”
“I thought you were going to the captain’s quarters last night instead of returning to your room. It wouldn’t have been good for me to go and disturb your romantic evening.”
Emhart left before going to the kitchen to inscribe magic, presumably thinking that his absence last night was due to him rendezvousing with Captain Alagina. He didn’t explain and walked to the front of the deck with Sir Book, where quite a few crew members were already training.
At first glance, Fisher spotted Isabel, who was biting her teeth and barely following the line at the end. Moreover, he wasn’t sure if it was his illusion, but Isabel seemed to be running even harder upon spotting him, her face flushing a good deal, making the nearby crew members glance her way.
Only Emhart eyed him suspiciously and then glanced at Isabel.
Fisher looked up at the top of the mast, and sure enough, he saw Aoxi, like always, with her white short hair flowing like waves in the morning breeze.
“Good morning, Mr. Fisher!”
On the side of the deck, the smiling Paz waved at him, her neck adorned with a small pendant made from a shotgun shell, which made Fisher take a second look at her cheerful expression.
If it weren’t for Old Jack resting well in the room last night, he would probably have suspected something had happened between them.
“Good morning, First Officer Paz.”
“Hey, we should be reaching the junction of the Eastern and Southern Oceans in a few days. There’s a well-located island group called the Patlusan Islands, where they sell many interesting items. We can resupply there, and crews usually go ashore to relax. There are entertainment venues specifically for people from the Northern Region. Of course, I usually don’t go.”
Seeing Paz wink at him, Fisher was a bit amused.
He wasn’t worried about Paz and Old Jack. Or rather, it wasn’t time for him to concern himself. Both of them were older than him. Fisher just had a persistent feeling that Old Jack saw Paz as a younger gang brother from his youth, which made him suspicious of some ulterior motives from Paz.
“I mean, the captain never goes to such places; she usually doesn’t have any strange habits, doesn’t gamble, and doesn’t indulge in vices. She only takes a sip of alcohol. I heard she wants to buy you some clothes there on the island. Can you help me check how much money she’s saved? She’s too frugal and needs someone to help her spend it, you know.”
Fisher smiled but didn’t respond right away; he instinctively looked up at the mast when he suddenly caught Aoxi’s gaze, who was secretly observing him.
“Staring.”
Upon seeing Fisher suddenly look at her, she quickly turned her gaze elsewhere, becoming the unyielding “lookout tower” of the Iceberg Queen again. Yet in her arms, the colorful parrot steel knife couldn’t help but stretch its neck, tilting its head at him.
“Silly. Silly.”
Fisher chuckled, responding to Paz’s words,
“I got it.”
“Hehe, that’s good, that’s good. By the way, hurry up and eat. There’s plenty to eat in the dining room, and those three Mouse Daughters are there. Just now, Mr. Jack asked me to go call them for breakfast, oh no, I seem to have forgotten.”
Paz tapped her forehead with a troubled look, then hurriedly ran toward the back room.
Watching her retreating figure, Fisher leaned against the railing, looking out over the sea ahead.
As long as the ship entered the Eastern Ocean, it meant they were getting closer to their final destination, Pirate Port. After that, he should set out to the Northern Region to search for the remaining Snow Mountain family or more Subs for research.
He roughly planned it in his mind, but suddenly thought of something and turned back to call out to Paz, asking,
“First Officer Paz, what are we having for breakfast this morning?”
Paz’s figure had disappeared from view; only a vague response floated back from a distance,
“Egg soup!”
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