Chapter 312: 87. Emhart’s Inheritance Issues
“Let go of me! Jerk! I’ll give you what for!”
In the corridor, Emhart, who was being held by Fisher, was agitatedly shouting, seemingly unhappy with Fisher for a long time.
What a joke, I was being kind enough to care about his well-being, and he doesn’t appreciate it, truly unbelievable—what a jerk!
“I have something to tell you, don’t move around.”
Fisher gently released Emhart, letting him float in the air while he looked at Fisher seriously. He began to speak.
“What is it?”
Emhart squinted at Fisher, deciding to trust him one last time. He obediently flew in front of him, ready to see what nonsense he was about to say next.
“Earlier at the Saint Nali Royal Library, we made a deal: a period of your following in exchange for my knowledge, right?”
“Uh-huh, what’s your point? Are you backing out?”
Fisher nodded and then shook his head to interrupt Emhart from blowing up before he completely lost it.
“Yes and no. You’ve been with me for so long; you should have noticed some clues about the knowledge you desire.”
“Uh-huh. That aroma you give off still lingers from our first meeting, but whether you fell into the ocean or stripped down, I couldn’t find a single book on you. And according to my nature, I can’t perceive the knowledge stored in your mind. What secret do you hold?”
Fisher didn’t respond at that moment. He didn’t reach for Emhart’s body but walked toward his room instead, not wanting a third party to overhear what he was about to say. As he entered the room, he activated the protective magic from his ring to block sounds. He then sat comfortably in a chair and looked at Emhart, who had followed him.
“I have two books containing strange knowledge on me, but I can’t disclose their source since you can’t see them anyway. However, the person who recorded that knowledge once said that only these books can carry such knowledge, no other means work.”
In fact, there were alternatives, like the mechanism chip given to him by the Mechanism. Fisher hadn’t read it yet, but that was due to the special techniques used to store knowledge away from the Soul Supplement Handbook. Other means probably wouldn’t work.
Thinking of this, Fisher prepared to try. He took out some paper and a pen and called Emhart over. While recalling the knowledge from the Soul Supplement Handbook, he began to systematically write down the various strange properties and knowledge of the soul. As he constantly brought those memories to mind, the magical circuit within him grew particularly bright, and the atmosphere in the entire room gradually became bizarre.
“Wait, what are you writing?”
Fisher’s fingers felt slightly cooler. The lines of text written on the paper seemed to gain a vibrant life the moment they hit the page, wriggling merrily like tadpoles. Emhart watched the writing process the whole time and prepared to record the content when suddenly his body froze up and began to shake violently in mid-air.
“Buzz buzz buzz!”
“Ah! My eyes!”
The golden light that recorded knowledge, initially flowing smoothly, crashed when it saw what Fisher had written on the paper, nearly frying Emhart’s brain and sending him flying toward the bed like he’d been hit by a cannonball.
“Emhart?”
Fisher also lost his grip on the pen and turned to check his condition. But the moment he let go, the seemingly-living words on the paper began to frolic and whisper, quickly dispersing to some unobservable location, causing the entire page to revert to blank.
“Are you okay?”
He ignored the blank paper and hurried to the bed, lifting Emhart’s perfectly rectangular body. Emhart had his mouth slightly agape, one eye staring blankly at the ceiling, while golden characters tumbled uncontrollably out of his pages, as if something inside him were rampaging.
“Ah! You bastard!”
Just as Fisher frowned and was about to flip through Emhart’s pages, he suddenly leaped up from Fisher’s hands as if electrocuted, scanning his surroundings anxiously. He shook his head and shouted,
“Who is trying to murder the great Sir Book?!”
“No one is trying to harm you. Are you alright?”
“Me? Of course I’m fine! But oh my god, I remember now! What you just wrote is the knowledge you carry with you?”
Fisher nodded, rubbing his cold palm as he replied,
“Yes. Do you remember what I wrote?”
“How could I! The moment you wrote those words, I instinctively started to record them, and those words went wild in my pages like beasts, trying to escape my body! They broke many paragraphs and words. If I hadn’t opened the pages to let them out, you might never see me again!”
“Uh-huh.”
Emhart opened his mouth, suddenly realizing something and quickly flew to Fisher’s shoulder in disbelief, asking,
“Wait, are you saying that you went insane last night because you were reading the contents of that book? The chaotic knowledge I’ve never seen before?”
Fisher looked at the non-human form of the magical circuit on his hand. He paused for a moment, then let out a warm breath and nodded.
“Exactly.”
“You’re crazy! You dare to read such things! Don’t say you’re just a mere half-blood human; even a demon like Baemon wouldn’t easily touch such things! Do you want to die? Are you trying to end yourself before those ex-girlfriends of yours decide to take action?”
Emhart, forgetting his anger, flew sternly in front of Fisher, locking eyes with him and warning,
“Baemon is a Nineteen Rank Demon God! Just one step away from a True God! Even she wouldn’t dare to recklessly explore knowledge from the Spirit Realm or anywhere else! You human scholars are really insane. Wait, you’re not being lured in by this knowledge, are you? Is that why you have such a peculiar fondness for subhuman women?”
Fisher shot a dark look at Emhart, who seemed to think he’d grasped some truth, but he didn’t discuss with him whether he should read the Soul Supplement Handbook. He understood this matter; he remembered what the Mechanism said earlier—only the Soul Supplement Handbook could carry the knowledge contained within, and Emhart likely couldn’t record its contents either. So he decided to give him a heads-up.
After all, he was just a book, not a brain in the traditional sense. Fisher had figured out previously that his memory and existence depended on the book and the recorded knowledge.
Fisher shook his head without answering and continued with his previous statement.
“So, you should have an idea that you probably won’t get that knowledge. Our deal will probably have to be voided, if you understand my meaning?”
Emhart opened his mouth, looking at Fisher in disbelief, and cursed,
“You want to… kick me out? My god! I was just casually calling you a jerk before, but I didn’t expect you to be this kind of person! Damn, I feel like I can empathize with those women you’ve deceived. Didn’t they stab you after being tricked? I don’t have hands, but do they not have hands either?”
“What nonsense are you talking about? I just wanted to tell you that I probably can’t fulfill the trade requirements you proposed. We can find another deal if you want. After all, even though your words have been a bit harsh, you’ve still been quite helpful to me, at least you haven’t made the journey dull.”
Floating before him, Emhart squinted, then confidently landed on Fisher’s shoulder, telling him nonchalantly,
“Hmph, that’s more like it! I’ve already slept long enough in the Nali Library; it’s time to walk more in this world and gather books I haven’t read before. I’m too lazy to fly, so going with you is a good choice. Besides, if I’m not around, your Ex-Girlfriend Committee will definitely stab you to death. I guarantee it!”
Ex-Girlfriend Committee?
What is that?
Fisher glanced at the proudly puffed-up Emhart on his shoulder, ignoring the strange content of his words, and simply asked,
“So, does this mean we have a long journey ahead together?”
“Ha, that’s right! Thank the great Sir Book for his favor and tolerance!”
Fisher chuckled lightly, stood up, and retracted the soundproofing magic he had placed on the room back into the ring. Previously, he had rarely seen any so-called constraints of “trading” between him and Emhart, so it was normal to completely cast that aside now.
Even though Fisher often liked to bully this mouthy book, at least he remembered that if he saw any book that Emhart wanted later, he would try to help him get it.
Hmm, I suppose that could be considered Fisher’s unique guarantee as a bad guy?
“The upcoming itinerary is still tight; I need to help the scholars under Valentina solve some future issues. For example, the Snow Fox Tribe’s mark.”
“Ah, the Snow Fox Tribe! I encountered their tribe long ago. I must say, the six clans of the Phoenix each have their distinct characteristics. I bet you’ll like them. Wait! I just realized something: did you just quell my anger this morning by discussing the transaction? And I didn’t even notice it!”
“That isn’t the case.”
“Haha.”
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