Asian Girl Completion Manual.

"Hi, my name is Ossie."

"Nice to meet you. Nice to meet you"

The Iceberg Queen shook slightly at night, and Fisher, who was holding a kitchen knife and engraving magic on the iron plate in the kitchen, was not alone. After all, in the next room, there was a girl of the blue bird who was repeatedly practicing conversations with the parrot.

Before Fisher saw her shrinking above the mast every day, he thought she did not want to communicate with others, but now it seems that this is not the case
As a magic component with the ring head of [Healing] appeared on the iron plate, Fisher exhaled lightly, relaxed his fingers, wiped a little magic material powder on the blade of the kitchen knife again, and engraved part of the main ring.

"Gangdao, I saw just now that the captain and that man are holding hands. I think Alagina will marry him in a short time. I'm about to get married, so I... feel a little envious. I want to try to communicate with others, and I can't always rely on you instead, what do you think, steel knife?"

"Stupid. Stupid"

Steel Knife's response was very vague. Fisher could only guess the general meaning of the words he uttered, but Ossie was able to talk to it fluently. I don't know if it was due to the innate skills of the blue bird species.
"I know, I will try it with others later, but I still need your help now. Hey, is it like I told you that last month?"

"Cuckoo. Cuckoo"

The conversation between the second officer Ossie and the steel knife was overheard by Fisher, who was still engraving magic in the kitchen at night. At first, he was a little headache because of engraving magic with a kitchen knife, but now because of this unexpected harvest, he didn't have a headache It hurts, the hands are no longer sore, and the movements of engraving magic are much more agile.

I still remember that before Fisher was still worrying about what kind of reason to use to study Ossie, now that he heard the conversation between her and the steel knife, which was similar to talking to himself, Fisher seemed to have suddenly grasped a clue.

"Buzz."

Fisher continued to engrave the magic. Not long after, the sound in the room over there became a little quieter. I wonder if he was tired from practice, leaving only the sound of wind and rain outside the ship.

Just after Fisher thought that Ossie had gone back, there was a slight sound suddenly,

"woo"

Fisher's movement of engraving the magic coat of arms with the kitchen knife came to an abrupt end. He seemed to hear a strange voice from Ossie next door, which was similar to an emotional moan, but was much more subdued than that voice.

And besides that, Fisher suddenly had a question at this moment.

If Osie wanted to practice the conversation, wouldn't it be safer to practice in her own room than in the restaurant?
Although there are basically no people here at night, the sound insulation of Alagina's place is not bad, if it is not too loud, you can hardly hear it.

So what is Ossie here for?
With such doubts in mind, Fisher sped up the movement of engraving the magic coat of arms on the iron plate. As time passed bit by bit, the kitchen knife in his hand was as flexible as his fingers.

And by analogy, Fisher, who doesn't know how to cook, suddenly thought, if he compared the process of cutting dishes to engraving magic, would the things he made not look as weird as before?
"Well, I'm so tired. Just put it here, Peo will take care of it, and you won't have to come here after winter comes."

"Cuckoo. Cuckoo"

"Let's go, steel knife."

After a long time, the conversation between Ossie and Steel Knife came again from the next room. Ossie's voice was slightly panting, not knowing what happened just now.

Peo Fisher knew him, she was the chef of the Iceberg Queen, and the old Jack was learning the dishes of the northern region with her before, and it happened that she was also more interested in the food of Nali, so teaching and learning benefited a lot.

After these words, the door of the dining room next door was opened. Fortunately, the cabin doors of the Iceberg Queen are very heavy iron doors, which not only prevent flooding, but also prevent outsiders from discovering that the lights in the kitchen are not turned off. If Ossie finds out Fisher eavesdropped on her conversation the whole time, wondering if she would completely fall into a state of autism.

As Ossie left here, the healing magic in Fisher's hand was almost finished. As the last horizontal line at the end of the ring was outlined by a kitchen knife, the magic circuit on Fisher's body was lit up again, and the iron plate The healing magic of the five rings was also completed in an instant, turning into a beautiful pattern with shimmering light.

The five-ring healing magic, [Instant Healing], is complete.

Although the five-ring magic has flaws in its effective speed and effect, Isabel's wound is actually not that serious, it just looks a little exaggerated on the outside, this magic is completely enough for her.

Seeing that the magic was completed, Fisher heaved a sigh of relief, then cleaned what might be the first kitchen knife used to engrave magic in history, put it back into the knife slot, and walked out of the kitchen with the iron plate engraved with magic.

The corridor outside was pitch-black, and Fisher might be the only one left on the entire lower deck, and Ossie had already left here with a steel knife. In Fisher's sight, only the quiet The aisle and the whole ship shook slightly.

He walked forward with the magic steel plate until he was about to pass the restaurant where Osie was staying just now, but his footsteps suddenly stopped, and he looked curiously at the dining room beside him.

After hesitating for a second, he gently reached out and grasped the handle of the iron door, and pushed the door open.

"crunch."

As the iron door was opened to reveal the gloom inside, Fisher glanced around and found that the scene of the restaurant seemed to be the same as when he came in the afternoon, but after Fisher turned on the lights in the room, he suddenly I found a small basket in front of the door where the ingredients were placed in the corner of the room.

The small basket was made of wood, and it seemed to contain something heavy, but a piece of pink cloth was covered on top of the item, blocking Fisher's view.

Fisher raised his eyebrows, approached the wooden basket, squatted down and gently lifted the covering cloth, inside, a rather large egg with a smooth surface suddenly broke into his eyes at this moment.

I saw that the shell of the egg in the basket was very smooth, and if you looked carefully, you could even see a little trace of water stains on its surface. The water stains retained the warmth of its birth, lying quietly on the wooden floor like this. in the basket.
Just seeing the egg at the first glance, Fisher already realized what Ossie came here to do just now.

Fisher suddenly felt that it was a good thing that Ossie didn't find her when she came out, otherwise, eavesdropping on the conversation and discovering that she was laying eggs here might really make her ashamed enough to jump into the sea.

Most of the demihuman species are mammals, but there are some special ones that are different, and the gray bird species belongs to one of the currently known fisher species.

Both the gray bird species in the northern border and the southern continent have this characteristic. Although they can breastfeed, their children are born inside eggs.

At the same time, females of bluebird species produce sterile eggs at regular intervals, especially when there is no contact with the opposite sex for a long time, and this phenomenon is enhanced.

Theoretically speaking, the breeding season of common bluebird species is only two seasons a year, but listening to Ossie's conversation just now, it seems that her biological clock has begun to become disordered due to the long-term life at sea, and the breeding rate has changed from the original one year. The two seasons have sped up to one season from two to three months, which is why she often gives birth to infertile eggs.

Although infertility eggs have no special meaning to the bluebird species, they can cook and eat them themselves, but looking at the water-stained eggs in front of them, for some reason, Fisher still has a strange expression.

Don't eat the custard on the boat tomorrow.

Fisher silently said "Mother God bless" in his heart, then put down the cloth on the basket again, covered Ossie's eggs, turned around and turned off the lights of the restaurant, and left here pretending nothing happened.

When Fisher came to Isabel's door in the rain with healing magic, he inadvertently glanced at Ossie's room next door, where the lights were still on, following the silhouette projected by the light on the small window, Fisher saw the figure of the steel knife parrot in the room with its head tilted. It seemed to have heard Fisher's footsteps outside, but it didn't speak.

"Button."

"Isabel."

Fisher looked back and knocked on the door of Isabel's room. Not long after, there was a somewhat flustered reply from inside,
"Ah, Mr. Fisher. Wait, I'll be right over."

After she responded, she waited for several seconds, and when the door opened again, Fisher was startled by Isabel who was exposed through the crack of the door.

There is no other reason. I saw Isabel, who was wearing crew uniforms and bandages on her face, half-closed the door inside the room. In the exposed part, on her head at this time, only the silky long golden hair remained. It was almost down to the shoulder length, and the cut of her hair was particularly rough, which looked uneven and messed up her beautiful hair.

Sensing that Fisher's gaze had been on her hair, Isabel retreated a little behind the door in embarrassment. Fisher didn't use his eyes to follow, but just asked,
"Why did you cut your hair?"

"I don't train very well with long hair, and the crew of other women's countries have short hair"

"Is that so."

Looking at the rough break in her hair, Fisher speculated,
"Cut it with scissors?"

"Well, there's nothing else useful on board, so that's it, it's raining too much outside, so come in first."

Fisher nodded, and walked into Isabel's half-opened door. With the sound of the iron door closing, the silhouette of the parrot on the window of Osie's room jumped a few times, and jumped back into the room.