Chapter 684: 162. A Good Wife
“Is this how research is done?”
In Valentina’s room, her somewhat shy voice sounded. Turning her gaze, she saw Valentina on the bed extending her wings, displaying them as clearly as possible for Fisher to see.
“Yes, don’t move for now, Valentina.”
Fisher narrowed his eyes slightly, checking the blue feathers on her outstretched wings.
The massive wings of the Phoenix race do not actually extend from both sides of the butterfly bones, but rather extend down along the spine to about the waist area. However, due to the wings needing to be folded, they don’t look much different.
Fisher had seen Neceria’s phoenix wings a thousand years ago. Although she usually had a low presence, he had paid close attention to her phoenix form when he was worried that Tang Zeming Asuka might encounter danger while bathing in the river.
In comparison, Valentina’s wings were much smaller than Neceria’s, and the feather colors were quite different. It’s unclear whether it was due to bloodline degradation or if every phoenix is different.
Feeling Fisher’s focused gaze exploring her wings, Valentina shook her wings a bit uncomfortably.
Well, while it was nice to help him shake off his previous troubled state, wasn’t this a bit too serious? There was not a hint of playfulness at all.
Yes, at first, Valentina thought the so-called research was just a bit of a playful game between them as a couple. But once it started, she realized he was genuinely treating her as a research subject.
Am I really that uncharming? Just saying I’ll come back at night, and he actually came back at night?
Valentina was troubled by such thoughts, while Fisher stroked his chin, feeling the cold feathers above. He discovered that the phoenix wings do not produce frost on their own, but the temperature is relatively low.
The frost during flight is probably because, during high-speed flight, the temperature of the wings drops, causing moisture in the air to condense, right?
Fisher wasn’t quite sure about this, but felt that the structure of the Phoenix race was truly wonderful.
He noticed that there were several tail feathers extending downward from the wings originating from Valentina’s waist. Those long feathers were part of her wings, draping like a beautiful robe over her slightly lifted backside, usually hidden within her curled-up wings, which Fisher had not noticed before.
As for her legs…
“Valentina, can you take off your shoes?”
“Ah?”
Valentina’s face turned red, and while gently biting her red lips, she still nodded, slowly curling her legs to undo the buckles of her short boots.
She still felt a little shy.
Valentina’s throat stirred, feeling embarrassed, and her movements slowed even more.
Oh dear, during the sacred marriage, she had no sensation in her legs. When doing such things, her legs felt like a burden. Fisher had been very considerate not to let her experience her disability, so she could completely immerse herself in love.
So this moment felt like the first time Fisher brought up such a thing.
Could it be that Fisher likes feet?
Would someone have a preference for feet like hers?
Just as Valentina pondered this within herself, Fisher spoke up,
“I was actually very curious earlier, whether the feet of the Phoenix race are shaped like bird claws.”
“Not at all!!!”
Valentina was taken aback for a moment, then looked at him with a puffed-up expression, wishing she could punch him with her little fists. Meanwhile, her actions of removing her short boots sped up as if to prove something by revealing her small foot wrapped in white stockings.
The snug white stockings outlined the shape of her five toes, looking both exquisite and cute.
“See? They are not those horrifying things!”
Valentina pouted and placed one foot in front of him. Perhaps reminiscent of her earlier worries about turning into a giant ice chicken before entering the Parasol Tree, she probably had nightmares about it, which made her react very strongly right now.
“Alright, alright, I was just curious. After all, the feet of the Cangniao Tribe are shaped like bird claws; they just made a special kind of shoe adapted for bird claws.”
Fisher reached out and grabbed her mischievous little foot. The moment he touched it, the cold sensation of the silky white stockings made his heart skip a beat, further confirming his guess.
He had previously considered that other subhumans need to walk on their feet for long periods, so their feet’s structure must be more suitable for movement. The condition of one’s feet can also reflect an individual’s physical health and athletic ability.
Previously, Saint Nali conducted related research, exploring why men have preferences for women’s feet in a sexual context, with one reason being that a good arch and foot condition can indicate a woman’s health status.
And because phoenixes have wings, they often rely on them to move, which means their feet are rarely used. Moreover, Valentina’s legs were originally disabled, losing the physical characteristics associated with movement, possessing a sense of delicacy that is seldom used.
To put it plainly, in appearance, they may seem average, but they are really very white, tender, and moist, arousing appetite.
“You, Fisher, stop staring! You must be thinking something strange, right?!”
Valentina had previously been upset about Fisher suspecting her legs looked like chicken claws, but now, with Fisher silently holding her extended delicate foot, she felt even more uneasy.
She hurriedly tried to retract it, but Fisher held onto her ankle, pulling her gently toward him.
“No, I was just thinking about the research.”
“Uh-huh. But earlier you mentioned knowing what Cangniao feet look like, which means you’ve studied the Cangniao tribe, right?”
“…”
Fisher’s body stiffened slightly. That could be said to be correct. Moreover, it seemed he hadn’t just researched Aoxi but had even eaten the eggs she laid.
He suddenly realized that while Valentina might be shallow in many areas, her ability to seize opportunities is really strong.
She always manages to catch the subtle hints that could lead to Fisher being caught off guard, and this isn’t the first time. It was just like when she established a relationship with him in the dream magic, she made insightful guesses about Elizabeth based on clues.
The key being, each time her guesses were correct.
“…Is this in your prophecy as well?”
“Wow, you really have researched it. What kind of studies had you done on subhumans?”
Valentina lifted a pillow next to her and hugged it, retreating slightly with her wings flapping behind her, raising her small foot in white stockings to push against his shoulder, but since phoenixes are not good with feet, the push felt weak, more like a massage.
“Of course, it was serious research, but since you are my wife, I dared to be a little excessive. I’m a serious scholar.”
“Hmph, a scholar? You are now the husband of the Parasol Tree phoenix and an enemy of Empress Elizabeth of Nali, tasked with saving the entire world. Ordinary scholars don’t have this kind of status.”
Valentina sat up again, seemingly recalling something suddenly, and quickly looked at Fisher and said,
“Wait a moment, Fisher, speaking of prophecies, I think I saw a prophecy earlier.”
“Was it after you awakened from the Nirvana?”
“Yeah!”
Once this was mentioned, Valentina’s expression turned a bit fearful. She hugged the pillow next to her and came to Fisher’s side, turning the pillow into a writing board as she traced figures on it with her finger.
“Fisher, you should know that phoenixes cannot see prophecies all the time. I even think that this ability of the phoenix to prophesy is not inherent, but more like a talent granted after birth.”
“Yes, that’s right. A thousand years ago, phoenixes did not have this ability. It was because one of the phoenixes saw the Loom of Fate, a treasure from the True God, that this ability has been passed down to the present day, although I don’t know the exact principle.”
“Is that so…” Valentina nodded her chin but quickly shook her head, gripping Fisher’s shoulder. “Oh, Fisher, this isn’t the time for a history lesson! I mean, phoenixes can only see prophecies when their emotions are extremely agitated. Earlier… when I just woke up, I felt you were very sad, and at that moment, I saw a prophecy about the future, perhaps related to our decisive battle at Saint Nali.”
“You saw a prophecy from that time about the outcome?”
“Yes, but I can’t really say exactly what happened; they were just very fragmented snippets, but I think I saw many mechanisms, some demons, and then… a broken golden sword, seemingly held by a very powerful person.”
“You mean the Sword of Godlin?”
That was the sword granted to Elizabeth’s ancestors by Xu, and it had broken? What could that signify? Did it mean Elizabeth had failed, and they succeeded?
“I don’t know, and I also didn’t see clearly who was holding that sword. Besides that, I also saw many powerful figures in the sky, standing amongst the clouds and making me feel so frightened that I couldn’t even see their exact appearances.”
“…”
“And finally, I saw a patch of scarlet crimson, very similar to the mist in the sky now, with countless voices calling ‘Mother God.’ I don’t know what it specifically means, and I even feel that it might not be a single event.”
Valentina also didn’t know what the details she saw meant. Meanwhile, a question that had troubled her for a long time was finally asked aloud,
“Fisher, I’ve been thinking about this prophecy thing. If I can see prophecies and foresee events that will happen in the future, doesn’t that mean the future is predetermined? If even the outcome of the war with the foreign deities is predetermined, shouldn’t the fate orchestrating all this be a more powerful existence than all the deities? But according to Duke of Peach, the god of fate in our world, Anebatos, can only contend against foreign gods.”
“The Moon Princess once said that fate is actually a series of causal knots; it doesn’t mean it will definitely happen but is rather a possibility. Perhaps the prophecy phoenixes see is just a manifestation of a possible scenario, or you might be seeing different scenes from various possibilities simultaneously, which is why you see so many scenes. Anebatos’s power can accurately be described as a corresponding authority; although I don’t know its name, but…”
Fisher suddenly stopped as an explosion of thoughts flashed in his mind about what the Chaos race had said when they met him. They said,
“And you are the most precious existence among us, the soul took shape because of you, the Sea of Souls took shape because of you, and authority ceased to mutually repel because of you, revealing their true names.”
He had previously known about his uniqueness, such as being able to read more than one completion manual, as well as being able to use the manual to pinpoint the source of chaos and calm it down (the soul). Even the plan to eliminate the assassination was likely based on this: he would allow chaos to descend and then swallow it all, just as in the Demon Dynasty.
In this way, he could pinpoint the source of chaos and confront it head-on, though, as Hela reminded, the last time he sealed the soul chaos might have just been luck, and the next time might not end so positively.
But he was already prepared for it; if it didn’t work, he would choose to take his own life, allowing the chaos to escape from its original vessel and perish, just like those who held the completion manuals did.
Thus, the accumulation of chaos within the completion manuals would reset and scatter back to the world, while the chaos of death would detach from Elizabeth, allowing Dalasgon to survive. Although there would still be dangers, it would be the best choice he could make.
However, Valentina’s words suddenly connected his uniqueness to the aspect of authority.
If his ability to read multiple completion manuals came from “stopping the mutual repulsion of authorities,” then where does the display of “the true names and natures of authorities” manifest?
If this uniqueness is something he could control, then does he have any means to manipulate an external deity’s authority, directly bypassing those surface-level chaotic creations to attack their authority?
That seemed a bit too far-fetched. Those chaotic entities are beyond the world and have their own consciousness, making it impossible for him to touch or manipulate them. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have struggled to the point of life and death when confronting the soul chaos.
He felt that perhaps he had lived through that ordeal because the soul’s master had let things go.
But those external gods can’t be handled, and neither can the deities confronting the crimson mist at the edge of the barrier.
Then what about Dalasgon, who had lost consciousness and was completely unable to resist?
Fisher suddenly took a deep breath, looking at Valentina, who was gazing back at him. His heart raced with excitement.
“You, you, you, Fisher, what’s wrong? Suddenly…”
“Valentina, you’re really my good wife, Valentina, you’re amazing!”
Fisher was so excited that he struggled to articulate his words. He had originally thought there was no way out and was prepared to gamble with his life. So in the crack, his tone towards the Fate Lord had sounded like he was arranging his affairs.
But at this moment, Valentina’s prophecy suddenly revealed another possible way out.
He suddenly hugged Valentina tightly, burying his face deeply into her embrace.
“Valentina, thank you so much! You are truly a great benefactor of this world!”
In the next moment, Fisher suddenly pushed her down, causing her to fall softly onto the bed.
“Hey, hey, hey, Fisher, what are you doing? You’re thanking me, but wait! This isn’t how you repay a benefactor! Weren’t we supposed to wait until tonight? Ah! I won’t pay attention to you! Wuwu, Fisher!”
But at this moment, Valentina, who was completely confused about what method Fisher had realized, could no longer stop his excitement.
Only in this Parasol Tree covered by a blizzard, under the dim sky filled with crimson mist, did the research in the room appear especially heated.
Hmm, although it seemed vastly different from Fisher’s previously mentioned serious scholarly research, it was undoubtedly not wrong for the study to be more in-depth.
In fact, it seemed a bit too in-depth.
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