Them The black steed let out a gentle neigh by the river bank, followed by the sound of it bowing its head to drink deeply from the river water below.
By the carriage, a de-furred wild wolf was roasted to a perfect crispness on the outside and tenderness inside.
Unfortunately, Fisher hadn’t brought any spices, so the meat tasted rather bland, which was why he didn’t eat much.
However, the Dragon-men, especially the Little Dragon Man named Lar, devoured the wolf with greasy lips, the majority of the wolf ending up in her stomach.
He leaned against the carriage, confirming that the recent fight with Rafael inside had not damaged the overall enchantment Array.
If the carriage’s Space Magic were to collapse, he was unsure what would happen to the creatures inside.
They might get instantly squashed by items being squeezed into a mass.
The Yellow-Scaled Dragonman called Mier, like Fisher, ate very little and had sat down early next to the carriage, watching the younger Dragon-men enjoy their meal.
Fisher caught sight of her yellow scales gradually transitioning from close-fitting smoothness to sharpness, slightly raising on the surface of her skin to form a small armor-like layer, and his interest piqued, so he asked.
Mier’s pointed ears lifted slightly, and she turned her head with a bit of surprise, meeting Fisher’s direct gaze.
She quickly lowered her eyes slightly to avoid his stare.
twenty-two years old…”
How long does it take for Dragon-man Species to mature?”
Mier opened her mouth as if she was thinking of something, her head drooping even lower, and her voice shrank to almost a whisper, “By…
by my age, I should already be able to bear children…”
Fisher’s eyes glazed over like dead fish eyes, and he found himself speechless.
Is this guy an idiot?
The language enhancement from the Demi-human Girls Completion Manual was directly poured into his mind, which was a novel experience.
Many strange grammatical structures and language thoughts filled Fisher’s brain in an instant, conveying that clearly, he still wasn’t very adept at using it and sometimes blurted out ambiguities.
“I mean, how long until you’re of age.”
He rubbed his temples and then adjusted his phrasing, searching his brain for a while to find the corresponding word in Dragon Language.
Mier’s scales bristled slightly, she became even more embarrassed, and her tail kept sweeping behind her.
Her body language was animated, but the words that finally came out were still soft-spoken,
So, Rafael’s age must be approaching twenty.
Mier stole a glance at Fisher beside her and hesitated before asking.
For some reason, she always felt that the Human next to her was different from other Humans, though she couldn’t quite specify why.
If it were any other Human, she would have been scared speechless, considering her Mother had told her she was the most timid among all the Yellow Dragon sisters.
She also hadn’t been home for a long time, wondering if Burr had married another Dragon-man…
At that thought, Mier suddenly felt a twinge of discomfort.
“…Fisher, Fisher Benavides.”
She was yanked from her thoughts and murmured Fisher’s name to herself a few times.
Then she stole another glance at the tall Human man, and quickly averted her gaze, falling silent once more.
Fisher didn’t speak again; he looked towards the fire, where Lar was still noisily munching.
It was astonishing that one person could outeat the two White Dragon People sisters, a testament to her formidable might.
Rafael, meanwhile, held a wolf leg, eating while keeping a wary eye on Fisher who was talking to Mier, fearful he might pull some trick again.
Fisher smiled faintly, pulling a cigarette from his pocket and lighting it; he moved a bit farther from the carriage.
He needed to call the horses back, as night was approaching, and it was almost time to set up defensive enchantments to avoid any unwelcome visitors during the night.
“Whoosh whoosh whoosh…”
He whistled sharply, and the two horses joyously galloped back, returning to the side of the carriage behind him.
“I command thee, O misfortune of the assailants, shelter us.”
Subsequently, Fisher tapped the edge of the carriage, and as he began to mutter a low spell, one ring of the complex magic array inside was awakened, glowing with a deep purple brilliance.
Upon closer inspection, that deep purple radiance was completely filled with layers of ring-shaped magical characters, symbolizing the profound magical prowess of the person who had set up the enchantment.
This magic hadn’t been arranged by Fisher; he didn’t possess that level of skill.
As Fisher watched the purple glow before him, he suddenly thought of the figure of a certain witch and couldn’t help but let out a soft chuckle.
Not until the purple radiance had completely enveloped the surrounding space did he relax.
A few Dragon-men were awestruck as they watched the purple light cover the nearby space like an aurora.
Although only Rafael was able to see the terrifying level of magical arrangement, the other Dragon-men simply felt the purple light was ominous and frightening in color.
“Have you all eaten your fill?”
Fisher pinched out the butt of his cigarette, had just asked when he saw the bones scattered by the fire, stripped clean of meat, with Lar holding his stomach on the ground picking his teeth, and Kexier and Fasher weren’t faring much better.
It seemed the answer was obvious.
“You guys can move around freely here for a while, Rafael, come with me first.”
Rafael pursed her lips, knowing what he wanted to talk about—it was about “research”…
although she didn’t know what exactly the human meant by “research,” Rafael had already deemed it to be something bad.
In her eyes, everything Fisher did was bad.
She glanced at her partners and instructed,
“Don’t stay out too long and do not leave this purple circle of light.
After receiving nods from her partners, she leaped into the carriage and entered its interior space.
Mier, who was outside, looked worriedly at the disappearing back of Rafael, then turned to ask a partner,
“Why did Fisher only call for Rafael to go in?
Is it because he knows Rafael is the daughter of the Clan Leader, or is there another reason?”
Lar, however, pointed at Mier in shock,
Is that the human’s name, Mier, you know his name?
How did you know that?”
Fasher and Kexier also turned their heads to look at her, causing Mier to wave her hands in panic,
I’m worried about Rafael..”
When she got nervous, her tail started swishing back and forth.
Fasher pondered for a moment and said,
“…Mier, where did he say he’s taking us?”
To their homeland, maybe?
I’ve heard other Dragon-men say humans come from a place far away…” Kexier added.
But Lar exclaimed, “No, that’s wrong, we have humans here too!
Fasher glared at Lar, “No, Lar, don’t interrupt!
I’m talking about those dressed in nice clothes, holding…”
Those humans that can cast magic and hold guns, they’re from another place…
They might have come by sea or maybe they flew here, who knows…
What I’m saying is, he might not take us back the same way…”
At this, all the Dragon-men were frightenend.
After a long silence, Lar raised his hand pitifully,
even if we have to go by sea, Mier will have to carry me.”
The flames at the campfire flickered as the Dragon-men speculated about Fisher’s journey, as if facing a math problem during final exams, guessing without reaching an answer.
However, at least they had gained something—the roasted wolf meat that had filled their bellies, and they had learned the name of that human, Fisher.