Chapter 654: 132. Unpleasant
“Honeymoon?”
Fisher blinked, chewing on this somewhat unfamiliar word, while Elizabeth nodded with a smile and said, “Yes, although we haven’t officially announced our marriage to everyone yet, it wouldn’t hurt to go out together in advance. I’ve already thought of the place, the royal private beach outside of Saint Nali. Coincidentally, my birthday is also coming up soon, so going there to relax ahead of time wouldn’t be a bad choice.”
Ah, there’s also the announcement of the marriage?
Mentioning this, Fisher suddenly recalled what Raphael had said to him before leaving the Southern Continent. She mentioned that she didn’t want to suddenly hear news of Elizabeth’s marriage while staying in the Southern Continent.
Fisher shivered a bit, feeling quite concerned about his safety during this period.
“I have no objections; it’s certainly nice to go out for a walk and you could use a break. However, I’ve been wanted by you for five years, and all in all, doesn’t announcing my return seem a bit abrupt?”
The “moreover” in Fisher’s words actually referred to a reason that both he and Elizabeth were aware of but hadn’t discussed in detail after returning: Fisher still had contact with other ladies.
Not just Jasmine from five years ago, but even Valentina, whom he met just before coming back, was quite obvious. However, on this day after returning, it seemed that Elizabeth didn’t have the intention to inquire about it, which took Fisher by surprise.
According to his original estimate, even if Elizabeth wouldn’t do anything excessive to him, she would likely symbolize his confinement. But it seemed now that this “confinement” was not strict at all.
He even managed to sneak out yesterday, and the punishment for his return was merely paying a significant amount of “tax.” Now, Elizabeth actually wanted to take him to the beach for their honeymoon.
This left Fisher unsure of Elizabeth’s true thoughts, prompting him to tentatively inquire.
Unexpectedly, upon hearing Fisher’s question, Elizabeth simply smiled confidently. Supporting her face with one hand, she assertedively pinched Fisher’s chin with the other, making him meet her gaze.
“Abrupt? This is my personal matter; as long as I say the word, who dares to say ‘no’? More importantly, I’m curious about this strange ability of yours—where did it come from? Is it related to your state when you disappeared four and a half years ago? You have no idea how worried I was when I received word you were sent back. I was so afraid you would leave me like that.”
As she finished, the hand pinching Fisher’s chin transformed into a gentle caress. Her hollow gaze slightly lowered, as if she didn’t wish to relive the pain of that time.
“I thought you preferred it if no one else could discover me, leaving only you to see me. Didn’t you say that before?”
“That certainly sounds nice—only I can discover and see you. But thinking it over, it might not be so good.”
Elizabeth placed emphasis on “only I,” knowing well that she wasn’t the only person who could see Fisher in this world; for example, that great birdman in the church?
Fisher understood the implication in her words, driven by survival instincts, he followed up with her inquiry, “What’s so bad about it?”
“Well, because people are ultimately social creatures. Even though I want to keep you locked away with me forever, that’s an idealistic thought. Being cut off from social interaction would inevitably make you uncomfortable, even if you are willing to be locked up by me, you would still inevitably have such thoughts and find it hard to endure. Another reason is—what if we have children in the future?”
Elizabeth pondered, feeling troubled, a rare expression Fisher hadn’t seen on her face since their separation.
The last time Fisher saw her like this was when she was distressed about not being able to secretly meet him during summer vacation and struggled to come up with countermeasures. In the end, there was no resolution, and they could only communicate through letters.
Perhaps it was such entanglement and contemplation.
“If we have children in the future, how would we tell the outside world about their identity? Should we say their father is unknown? Even if I teach them well, they would still feel confused and angry when they encounter the outside world. What if they couldn’t see you? I don’t want them to feel like me—having a father but unable to experience it. I hope they grow up basking in our love, becoming even better, healthier, and more well-rounded individuals than us.”
With that, Fisher understood Elizabeth’s thoughts and was surprised that she felt troubled by such matters.
So even though they had both passed that age, Fisher still found Elizabeth in front of him incredibly cute at that moment.
“I won’t be in this state for long; it’s just necessary right now.”
“Is that so? That’s good.”
Elizabeth smiled, and Fisher reached out to stroke her cheek, but halfway through, her hand gently grasped his wrist, seemingly worried about his hand getting too close to her eyes.
Indeed, Elizabeth was very resistant to others getting close to her eyes, even with Fisher.
However, in an instant, seeming to worry about Fisher misunderstanding, she gently opened her mouth, biting down on his outstretched finger, licking the tip of his finger with her tongue.
Fisher swallowed hard, staring at Elizabeth as she gazed intently at him. He felt the atmosphere around them heat up, even little Fisher couldn’t help but want to see who was causing the commotion.
“Behave now; it’s still early. Since we’ve agreed, let’s work hard together to welcome our baby soon?”
“.”
How scandalous, to use such a term for himself.
However, even though he was reluctant to admit it, Fisher’s heart was racing slightly, clearly taken by the sudden change in Elizabeth’s tone.
He opened his mouth, about to respond, but Elizabeth had already seen through him. She took him down in one swift motion.
Before long, they were lost to the world around them.
Fisher, oh Fisher, you can’t fall deeper like this; don’t forget, you’re here to resolve the Apocalypse Prophecy!
Time slipped away, and Fisher changed into a clean set of clothes, covering the red marks on his neck, and began to enjoy breakfast outside.
At this time, Elizabeth was already satisfied and changed into her attire to handle administrative affairs in the front yard. Due to the sudden “morning practice,” she almost was late, even waking up this early could only result in taking breakfast to the front yard.
However, seeing her rosy complexion and joyful demeanor, Fisher thought that she probably didn’t regret it at all, or perhaps those ministers wouldn’t say anything even if she was slightly late?
Fisher originally thought that after meeting Elizabeth, they would inevitably resolve the intensifying conflicts. He was prepared for debates every five days and minor arguments every three days, intending to persuade her amidst the internal and external troubles.
However, after arriving at the Golden Palace, he found her completely in the posture of a “Queen Empress.” No one regulated him or restricted him; it was as if he was on vacation in this gentle place.
Not only was Elizabeth cutely and frighteningly gentle, but she also had the means to attend to him meticulously. Even if he ran out of the Golden Palace, there was no punishment. After a few days, she even decided to take him on a honeymoon?
This was just a single day. Under Elizabeth’s sweet onslaught, Fisher suddenly felt a sense of “enjoying this moment, forgetting about Valentina.”
Of course, this was merely a joke.
He was well aware of the hidden dangers lurking beneath this façade. For instance, she guarded her eye very well, making it impossible for him to approach, as well as the chaotic enemies that Renee mentioned earlier. He couldn’t remain; since Elizabeth was unwilling to leave, it’s impossible for other ladies to set aside all their ties and leave with him. The only path left was to resolve the Apocalypse Prophecy.
Now the question is, how could he research the nature of the Life Completion Manual under Azanros’s blessing?
Could it be that he really had to consume Alicia?
He swallowed hard, shaking off this terrifying thought, deciding to take the approach from Azanros’s manifestation.
He wanted to try communicating with Azanros’s manifestation to develop a corresponding ability for this blessing.
“Azanros?”
He lowered his head, attempting to converse with the tendrils on his body. Sure enough, after he spoke this name, the previously invisible golden tendrils on his body revealed themselves, slightly twisting in form but not leaving Fisher’s side.
It seemed they could hear him speaking.
Fisher looked at the slick tendrils coiled around him, momentarily unable to tell which side was the head and which was the tail. Or perhaps, for this manifestation, such a concept didn’t exist? Because Fisher didn’t notice any recognizable organs, such as mouths or eyes, on it.
Its body was only adorned with golden spiral-shaped bubble suckers and a light pink body reflecting strange textures, easily causing one to neglect its presence.
After a moment’s thought, Fisher tentatively asked, “Azanros, can you slightly change the way the blessing works? I need to use extraordinary power to analyze the nature of other chaotic authorities. If you just hide away, I can’t do anything.”
“.”
It remained silent, as if summoned by Fisher yet remaining motionless.
“Do you know how to deal with the chaos of life? He has locked onto a child in this world as the foundation of existence. Is there any way to obtain the so-called treasure without consuming that child?”
“.”
Still no response, leaving Fisher somewhat disappointed.
This guy clearly heard what Fisher was saying; otherwise, it wouldn’t have shown up so quickly at his call, yet no matter what he asked, this tentacle acted as if it couldn’t understand him. It was truly frustrating.
Wait a moment!
It was at this moment that a sudden inspiration flashed through Fisher’s mind.
Right, he’s currently speaking Nali Language, so is it possible that this tentacle isn’t responding because it simply doesn’t understand the language he’s using?
Thinking of this, Fisher gasped, looking at the divine manifestation’s tentacle with mixed feelings.
If you say it’s not powerful, it can even block the influence of all other authorities for you; it can even autonomously choose to shield so that Pandora’s Eye cannot function. But if you say it is powerful, it doesn’t even understand the language you’re using. So all this time, has it been clueless while hanging around on him, just sleeping like this?
But the question is, what other languages can it understand besides Nali Language?
Fisher pondered for a moment, attempting a few ancient languages of this world, similar to the ancient linguistic family of Cardu, and even tried the language of angels, but to no avail; it showed no reaction whatsoever.
Then there was only one possibility left: the language used by Subhuman Girl Enthusiasts.
However, Fisher didn’t know this language, so he could only rely on the translation function of the Supplement Handbook for Sub-Humans to write it down, hoping this tentacle could comprehend it.
Without hesitation, he rewrote one of the earlier questions onto a piece of paper, found another piece, and clumsily wrote down the particularly difficult square characters, experimentally placing it in front of the tentacle.
He wasn’t too sure about his guess; if it could understand other languages but simply didn’t want to pay attention to him, then there would truly be no way forward.
Fortunately, luck was on his side. After he picked up the note, the tentacle, which had been as limp as a salted fish, finally reacted, raising its end and pressing it down onto the paper.
Following a series of rhythmic movements, the ink on the paper completely vanished. After a moment, it seemed to have understood and suddenly produced a sound, “……&%%￥……#￥%!”
Was that the language of Subhuman Girl Enthusiasts from another world?
But Fisher couldn’t comprehend it at all. He could only raise the paper again, signaling for it to write down the content.
Seeing this, Azanros’s tentacle once more “plopped” down on the paper, and reformed into a very orderly line of characters. Fisher couldn’t understand it and copied it back to the Supplement Handbook for Sub-Humans for translation.
“You write Chinese characters really poorly; they’re harder to recognize than your mother’s.”
“.”
Fisher blinked, staring somewhat blankly at the translations of the Nali Language on the Supplement Handbook for Sub-Humans, then turned to glance at the tentacle lazily draped over him, now looking at him curiously. In that moment, he seemed to see a kind of authoritative teaching spirit from its featureless exterior.
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