For some reason, ever since Erwin informed Elizabeth about him, he felt somewhat guilty, fearing that at any moment, the Nali warships would directly set out to attack Patulshen Island to capture him. This uncertainty made him decide to hasten his departure from Patulshen Island; he could no longer linger here.
In the afternoon, he roughly figured out the arrangement of the local gang and bought some Magic Materials to carry on his person. Most importantly, he also bought food. It would take nearly a month to travel from here to the Northern Realm. Fresh water could still be obtained through Magic, but food would have to be carefully rationed. He didn’t want to fish every day for his meals at sea.
As night gradually darkened, Fisher placed the food and Magic Materials he had bought onto a small boat, then he headed towards the coast controlled by the gang while pulling out strands of transparent Magic Silk from his hand. His fingers slightly shook, skillfully casting the ends of the strands onto the mechanical structures at the rear of the small boats in the sea. The silk spun round and round, agilely grabbing the embedded gears and other components.
This preparation was made to prevent them from chasing the Flying Fish. For a Senior Member of the Saint Nali Magic Association, dealing with an overseas gang with little experience in anti-Magic was simply too easy, making Fisher feel somewhat bored. He glanced at the cheering book on his shoulder, not understanding why it was so happy,
"The key, I’m not sure where they’ve hung it, so you’ll have to sneak in and get it. The Flying Fish is an old model, the key matches it and you’ll definitely recognize it at a glance. I’ll wait outside for you."
Emhardt, who had been very excited just moments ago, immediately drooped when he heard he had to do the task. He glanced irritably at Fisher beside him. Whether it was the painful memory of being caught and whipped by Paimon in the Demon Abyss that came to mind, he seemed a bit uneasy,
"Are you sure there’s no... um, Magic or something inside? And I’m so big, what if I get caught? How about this, after we take the key we just forget about that stinky old man. Didn’t you say he has ill intentions towards us? Wouldn’t it be better to just leave him here?"
"Your stupidity is truly eye-opening... He has only one reason to board the ship, and the gang detains his ship also for one reason—the ship has very precious treasure. He does not know yet that I have my eye on the treasures on his ship... Guess what would someone, who day and night longs for his treasures, do when he returns to the ship which has been detained by the gang for so long?"
"Are you saying, he will board the ship to check if any of his treasure is missing?"
"Exactly, according to my reasoning, there’s likely a Hidden Magic or a secret compartment on the ship that only he knows the password to. Even I can’t crack it if it’s Hidden Magic, letting him aboard costs us nothing. Wait, you’re not scared to go get the key, are you?"
"... How could I possibly be! I am the great Book Knight, I have encountered all kinds of storms! A trivial matter like retrieving a key... just leave it to me!"
Watching Emhardt’s agitated, desperate attempt to prove himself, Fisher’s actions of wrapping the Spinner around the small boats quickened considerably, and he soon had all the boats tied up with the silk.
Later, Fisher approached his own small boat, grasping a new Handcane he had purchased on the island and walked towards the gang’s territory.
Speaking of which, since from the South Continent till now he had already broken two canes. Ever since he acquired the Demi-human Girls Completion Manual and roamed all over the place, these things had nearly become consumables. Suitable canes were always expensive, but a qualified Nali Gentleman could not do without this accessory—if only the Fluid Sword could be a little more versatile and transform into a hand-safe cane.
Fisher adeptly twirled the Handcane with a flourish, then placed a pure black Gentleman’s hat on his head. The hat’s brim was not long, leaving just enough space for Emhardt to stand on his shoulder,
"I’ll tie the Spinner to you to keep an eye on your movements. Once you find the key, just sneak out."
"...You have to watch over me. If I get caught, you absolutely must come rescue me. You can’t just betray me!"
"Alright, quickly go."
Fisher wrapped the Spinner around Emhardt, and on his other hand, he wore the Magic Rings given to him by the Cardinal to avoid any mishap; if worst came to worst, he would also use High Ring Magic to bombard the place.
Emhardt trembled as he floated towards the gang’s camp, his square book-like body surprisingly nimble at this moment, rapidly flying towards the gang’s finance room.
As for Fisher, he did not stay at the entrance to wait for him; instead, he walked back as if he was flying a kite, leaving only the continually extending silk thread of the Spinner connecting them.
Upon his return to the side of his small boat, the ragged Jesse was already waiting for Fisher nearby, covering his slender body. Seeing Fisher, who looked as if he was dressed for a gala, Jesse could not help but raise an eyebrow. He looked around before rushing over to Fisher’s side.