"Fisher! Run! Dalasgon is coming! He must be angry because of your disrespect! Hurry up and run... Huh? Are you okay?"
When Emhardt floated back up from his startled prone position, he only saw Fisher in front of the lit Flames, staring at the piece of paper in his hand, deep in thought. He quickly realized that Dalasgon probably really did respond to Fisher’s words, which meant that indeed, it owed Fisher a favor.
"My god, Fisher, you really are something special to have Dalasgon owe you a favor. Could it be that Ramasitia also owes you one? This is really... unbelievable. If I had known you had such connections, why would I have stopped you from hitting on new women?"
Emhardt had absolutely no backbone, his tone changing to one of respect as he clicked his tongue in amazement while looking at the paper in Fisher’s hand, which made Fisher smile wryly.
"Actually, I have no relationship with it at all, and I don’t even know why it’s paying attention to me. It could be a good thing, or it could be a bad thing, just like you said."
"Really? Cough cough, well, regardless of whether you have this connection, I would condemn your behavior on moral grounds.
Fisher stopped paying him any mind and after thinking for a while, he threw the piece of paper he was holding into the fire pit. Watching the paper gradually vanish in the flames, he felt more certain that Dalasgon needed him to do something, and the Ramasitia from the Ocean likely did too.
The reason Dalasgon thought it wasn’t time yet could only be because Fisher currently wasn’t qualified to touch the matters it wanted him to complete.
Indeed, since it was something even a God needed help with, it obviously couldn’t be within the scope of his present Extraordinary Rank, and the Mythical Rank was just too far out of reach for Fisher. The only time he had ever seen someone with the strength of a Mythical Species was Moli’s mother, Xuan Can, and of course, he couldn’t be certain how powerful the Mythical Rank really was.
It was a dead-end to speculate without more information, so it was better not to make wild guesses.
Having reached a conclusion, Fisher shook his head, stood up, and glanced unintentionally at the room where Sister Ilois was resting. In that moment, he seemed to see something unbelievable, which made his expression turn odd.
"What’s wrong, why such a strange expression all of a sudden? What did you see... Holy shit!"
Emhardt’s originally questioning expression turned to utter shock as he looked where Fisher was looking, and he couldn’t help but swear out loud, revealing his inner astonishment.
Because at that moment, inside the little wooden house, Sister Ilois’s body, which was lying there resting, began to visibly change in a bizarre way.
Her slender belly, which was previously wrapped in a nun’s robe, had slightly bulged, causing a rather prominent rise and fall, and above it, her chest seemed to have grown a size. Sister Ilois herself had a slight blush on her face and frowned, as if she had a bad dream.
"Holy shit, Fisher, it’s true! You really have a child now!"
With his face lined with shock, Fisher opened his mouth but was too astonished to speak. The reason was simple, the scene before his eyes was so absurd that it was beyond the scope of knowledge and experience from his 28 years of life.
So Ilois wasn’t lying to herself?
No, no, but at least it should conform to the principles of science or Magic, right? It’s utterly impossible to just have babies appear out of nowhere!
Fisher stood by the door, seemingly at a loss, but he knew deep down that it couldn’t possibly be because of the simple action of touching her ears that Ilois became pregnant. Emhardt, on the other hand, seemed a bit wistful and took pleasure in the misfortune,
"Heh, Fisher, you got what was coming to you. I always said that messing around with women every day was going to have a bad end, and now look what happened, eh? Capsized, haven’t you? You know, right now I really want to know what the reactions of the other women involved with you would be like if they found out you secretly had a child..."
"Please, I’m serious here, I think it’s a good thing. Someone needs to teach you, this scumbag, what responsibility and consequences are, and I think this unexpected child is the perfect candidate... Hey hey hey, I’m dying here, stop pinching my face!"
Fisher pinched Emhardt’s face emotionlessly then started to shake him violently above the fire, causing him to panic and scream. While shaking him, Fisher coldly looked at Emhardt and asked with a sneer,
"Do you think just by pinching someone’s ears you can get them pregnant? If so, wouldn’t all the Moon Rabbit Species be pregnant? What kind of joke is that?"
"Could it be that the Constitutions between demi-humans are different... I’m gonna die I’m gonna die I’m gonna die, okay okay, let go, I’ll stop joking!"
Fisher let go of the annoying Emhardt with a sour face, allowing him to spin several times in the air, half-dazed before coming to a stop. Unfortunately, without hands to hold his dizzy head, he could only curse Fisher the ruthless tyrant in his heart.