**Chapter 272: 48. Clue of Renee**
Fisher’s consciousness plunged once again into that murky dreamlike state, where he did not sense Alagina’s fresh scent like sea salt, did not feel the shy breath of steam, nor the scorching sulfur smell resembling lava.
He was simply falling, constantly following a book glowing with golden light down into some profoundly deep dream.
Supplement Handbook for Sub-Humans?
Fisher struggled to glance at the book flashing golden light before him, drawing his consciousness deeper. Though puzzled, he could not voice his question and had no choice but to follow it into a dream he was quite familiar with.
The dream was filled with a faint fragrance. The drop in the dark did not feel like free fall but rather a chaotic pull from countless unseen forces coming from all directions, yanking at Fisher’s body.
In the darkness, it seemed countless eyes were watching Fisher’s frail, descending soul.
Such solitude and fear of the unknown made even Fisher feel suffocated. Until the next moment, he suddenly sensed that the gazes watching him with greed and whispers were being dispersed, and the surroundings abruptly quieted.
When Fisher barely opened his eyes, he found that in the dream before him, the giant, cold moon he had seen before hung in the night sky, watching him as if it were a merciless deity.
That moon, more immense and brighter than the universe, occupied the entire night sky, saturating the firmament with coldness. The chilling sense of being watched and targeted penetrated Fisher’s soul but contained no emotional meaning, as if it simply wanted to observe him.
An indescribable sense of oppression transmitted from the moonlit scene all around Fisher to the depths of his heart, the unchanging loneliness and pressure, like a black hole, shoved at Fisher’s soul, causing him to struggle in pain.
Under such pressure, Fisher suddenly caught glimpses of some vague images.
In the blizzard, he saw a strand of black hair, slowly falling to the ground, wrapped in a faint fragrance. He saw a deep blackness and also a throne made entirely of exquisite ice standing in that darkness.
The situation in front of the throne remained unknown, but when Fisher looked in that direction, a bizarre sense of danger surged up, as if his soul was locked onto by some extremely dangerous entity.
Soft whispers, like murmurs and thunder, exploded in his heart,
“The last. Phoenix.”
The voice came toward Fisher’s face as if it were substantial, the unintentional words contained unfathomable power, capable of tearing Fisher apart in an instant. Just at that last moment, the book flashing golden light abruptly pulled his consciousness away from this extremely dangerous place, causing him to instantaneously escape that fragrant dream.
But Fisher struggled madly to look down, for he suddenly recognized that the owner of the fragrance was the sorceress who often wore a sly smile and was now missing.
“Renee!”
In the next second, Fisher panicked and opened his eyes wide, reaching out with his hand to grasp the enchanting beauty with the flowing black hair. However, what met his eyes was not the chilling giant moon, nor the extremely dangerous exquisite ice throne, and certainly not the mischievous Renee, but rather the twilight sunlight that had fallen to the floor, attempting to enter the room through the curtains.
The atmosphere in the room was dim but tranquil, allowing Fisher, who nearly forgot to breathe, to recover after a few rapid breaths. Only then did he suddenly realize he was drenched in cold sweat, symbolizing the fear he had felt in the dream.
The pressure from the dream persisted, and sweaty Fisher instinctively raised his hand to rub his brow, only to suddenly realize he seemed to still be in someone’s embrace.
He turned blankly to look beside him, where a hint of fresh sea salt fragrance wafted by, a beautiful face maintaining a quiet demeanor was resting next to him—Alagina, the Ice Mountain Queen.
Being from Sardinia, even though she had just barely fulfilled the agreement with Fisher down below, she still instinctively wrapped her arms around him. This subconscious sense of protection felt quite new to Fisher, making it hard to discern whether he had taken advantage or she had, but she seemed extremely satisfied and at ease.
By the way, did I just call out Renee’s name in the dream?
Fortunately, Alagina was sleeping quite soundly, seemingly due to having just gone through a battle and an exhausting intimate relationship today, so she couldn’t be awakened easily.
Yet Fisher’s heart raced fast, and the content of the dream continued to echo in his mind.
Previously, when Fisher had seen the merciless, god-like moon, it was during the night he spent with Renee in Saint Nali; that night, he had the same dream.
At that time, he thought it was just an ordinary dream, but now it seemed not so, and that dream should have been shown to him by the Supplement Handbook for Sub-Humans.
What does that moon symbolize?
Such a sense of oppression could not merely belong to any extraordinary or mythical being, but rather hinted at some higher existence. Fisher subconsciously thought of the great eye he had seen in Feilon City on the Southern Continent or the life god Ramastia.
Did this moon relate to the terrifying gaze he felt while on the ship back to Saint Nali?
The riddle of that giant moon was too hard to decipher; Fisher had no leads for the time being. However, the imagery following that moon was exceedingly clear.
He first saw the flying snow, followed by a strand of fragrant black hair.
He remembered that the Sorceress Research Society found a strand of the legendary “Undying Sorceress” black hair at the Frost Parasol Tree on Sema Snow Mountain, which they used to create the artificial sorceress Carolina. At that time, Fisher suspected that the black hair belonged to Renee, but the question was, what would she be doing there?
She had never told him she had been to the Northern Region. Rather, every time she went out, she said it was to search for her home, which was within Cardu’s territory. But now Fisher felt it was not so simple, especially after recently losing contact with Renee.
That throne made of exquisite ice was definitely related to the phoenix, and it was highly likely positioned at the Frost Parasol Tree. The existence on that throne seemed to have uttered something about the “last phoenix”. Does that mean that there are still phoenixes in the world?
Instinct told Fisher that Renee’s disappearance was intricately related to this matter, or the Supplement Handbook for Sub-Humans would not have given him such a hint.
Fisher quietly glanced at the white shirt he had tossed onto the bedside; inside it, the Supplement Handbook for Sub-Humans silently observed him, clearly unwilling to answer any of his questions.
It appeared that he must go to the Frost Parasol Tree, if only for Renee’s sake.
He gently took out the photo that Renee had left for him. Unsurprisingly, there was still no sign of her signature lark Hart in that picture. Fisher quietly looked at the photo, then flipped it over to find a line of writing left by Renee.
“Remember to tell me through Hart when you miss me~ Though I know you won’t do that.”
The line of text had no period at the end; the punctuation that was meant to serve as a period had been playfully replaced by a heart shape by Renee.
Renee disliked farewells and endings, even a period would not be used; Fisher knew this very well.
“Um.”
At that moment, Fisher suddenly felt Alagina, who was embracing him, tremble slightly, as if she were about to wake up.
Fisher instantly turned the photo over into his palm, naturally tucking it back deep into the pocket of his white shirt, even more concealed than the Supplement Handbook for Sub-Humans.
“Alagina?”
The nearby Alagina had just awakened, appearing a bit dazed at first. However, upon seeing Fisher, she blankly lowered her head to look at their current state. After waiting a second or two, a visible sense of satisfaction surged into her azure eyes.
The corners of her mouth were also lifted by this sense of satisfaction, drawing an exquisite smile.
“No, I’m just very happy that Fisher has entrusted himself to me.”
“…”
Ah, sometimes it is easy to forget that Alagina is actually a lady from the Sardinia kingdom. It seems influenced by the troll race’s bloodline, they possess utterly different notions compared to other countries.
But just now, Fisher had carefully checked; except for being a bit cooler and stronger, she was no different from any other human lady. Fisher had never seen a real troll, nor did he know what they looked like, but they probably didn’t resemble humans, right?
So, in reality, the only manifestation of troll bloodline among the Sardinians is this female dominance?
Alagina’s heart raced quickly; she gently pulled Fisher into her embrace and then buried her head in his neck with closed eyes, softly saying,
“Though I know that doing these things doesn’t signify much… but I promise, Fisher, I will continue to work hard to make you happy.”
Fisher couldn’t help but feel amused; Alagina was indeed a very charming lady.
At this moment, her white hair had been freed from the constraints of a ponytail and lay spread across the sheets like frost forming on a lake in winter, accompanied by her serious, earnest azure eyes, rendering her expressionless demeanor comically cute, known only to him.
Fisher couldn’t resist bending down to kiss her lips, and Alagina responded to him without any shyness, seemingly even happier than Fisher.
“Wait, wait, Fisher, if we continue, it’ll be night. Let’s first go have dinner with the crew, okay?”
“Paz and the others already went to eat. It’s just us left.”
“…They left ahead?”
“Yeah, probably heard a bit of noise just now?”
“Hey? Wait, Fisher, change positions… I’m… on top.”
“Okay.”
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