Valentina's carriage soon arrived at their destination, a large hotel located within Mia City. It seemed that even someone of Valentina's imperial background needed to stay at a hotel like ordinary people; the only difference was, she had rented the entire building for their use.

"Afterward, we still need to negotiate with the people of the Snow Fox Species, so renting this place to stay and clean up in advance makes it a bit quieter, doesn't it?"

Standing at the door, Heidlin covered her mouth and smiled, speaking to a stunned Fisher, who had just alighted from their carriage. Following them, other less luxurious carriages arrived continuously from the port, carrying the maids who accompanied Valentina on the SS Unicorn.

The Turand Family had also brought a pile of texts about the Slime Species and Troll Species, which needed to be organized, but that would be taken care of by dedicated staff. Heidlin would take care of all these arrangements. As an employee hired by Valentina, like Balzac and others, he only needed to choose a luxurious suite at the top of the hotel to rest in first.

"By the way, Mr. Fisher, I need to stay here temporarily to handle moving things and room issues. Could you temporarily help Miss Valentina with her wheelchair upstairs?"

Fisher glanced at Valentina, who was sitting in front of the hotel, vigorously pushing the heavy wheelchair wheels that wouldn't budge. Since the cardinal mechanism of her wheelchair had been damaged, she had become genuinely disabled, manifesting the full disadvantage of losing her legs, making it difficult to move without help.

"Isn't this Philis's job?"

"Oh, that girl...every time we reach a town, she wants to go shopping. Valentina is well aware of this little fault of hers; without shopping, she can't get into her full working state, you know. Look, she isn't even around now, probably off shopping somewhere?"

Heidlin touched her cheek somewhat anxiously, her gaze searching the surroundings. Indeed, there was no sign of the Lion-man Species anywhere.

"But well, Philis is quite generous in this regard. She'll bring you a souvenir when she returns."

"For me?"

"Uh-huh, she brings them for Balzac and me too. Just some little trinkets. Come on, let's get Miss upstairs into the hotel. It's quite cold outside."

Fisher blinked and pondered for a moment, then slowly walked behind Valentina, who was fruitlessly pushing her wheelchair. As her pale hands still clung to the wheels, Fisher spoke,

"Let go, I'll take you up."

Valentina was startled and turned around only to see the expressionless Fisher. She hesitated for a second and then let go of the handles before turning her head away to say,

"...Philis, that girl, runs around joyfully every time she's in a city. If Heidlin didn't have other things to attend to...it was my oversight."

The wheelchair slowly moved forward, Valentina's speech somewhat formal, essentially meaning "I didn't need your help." Fisher heard the undertone but didn't nod or respond; he simply lowered his head slightly and then suddenly noticed her delicate back, where her white, soft long hair subtly parted, revealing the creamy nape half-covered by black clothing.

At that junction where her neck met her body, several dark traces, like cracks, were striking, adding a fragile, fractured feel to her doll-like delicate frame.

Was this the genetic disorder she had mentioned? Or could it be a representation of the Phoenix bloodline within her?

Fisher suddenly recalled the moment when she had been examining Ice at Mia Port. She seemed to be searching for something in the Ice when an officer interrupted her. She would surely revisit the Ice, especially since it was now with her—it would be easy for her to see it, wouldn't it?

If he "unintentionally" caught her secretly examining the Ice, could he use that as leverage to uncover more secrets of her condition?

Fisher continued to gaze at her pale neck, his expression gradually darkening, which made Valentina shiver from behind. Turning her head back, she indeed noticed him staring blankly at her, causing her cheeks to flush with embarrassment as she bit her lip and demanded,

"What are you looking at?"

"Your hair."

Fisher shifted his gaze slightly with a nonchalant face, adroitly spinning his words and hiding the small scheme that had developed in his mind.

"Your hair? What's so interesting about it?"

"Miss Valentina's hair is white, just like pure white snow. In my homeland, Nali, no one has such hair color, nor does it snow there."

"...Then in the time you've been in the Northern Realm, you must have seen such grand snow by now?"

"As a matter of fact, I saw it the first time I met Miss Valentina in the South Continent."

Valentina pressed her lips together, holding a ring tightly in her hand, then slowly turned her head away and after taking a few deep breaths, she managed a placid smile.

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