The door opened again, and Rafael rubbed his slightly reddened neck, where the human temperature still lingered, as his words lingered.

The white futon had been moved into the room by all of them in the room, and at the door of the room, Ral poked out a pair of bright eyes and cautiously looked at Rafael who came out of Fisher's room.

"Lord Rafael... He.. Did he beat you? ”

As she entered the room, the futon was all laid out on the floor, and she sat on the futon beside her, looking with some concern at Rafael's pinched red neck, Ral was the youngest of them, but his eyes were a little soft at the sight of that situation, as if he was about to ooze water.

Rafael was slightly stunned, still pondering the terms of the game she had just reached with Fisher, she couldn't answer for a while, the slave crest on her chest was still there, but only a simple empty shell remained, and there was no longer the same sense of control as before.

She opened her mouth, but didn't reveal anything in the end, just gently hugged the petite Lal in front of her, "No... Don't worry, I'll take you home. ”

"Lord Rafael..."

Behind him, Keshir and Fasher are twin sisters, a relatively rare white dragon in the tribe, originally arranged for Rafael to accompany him as a guard and playmate, who knew that he was caught by humans because of Rafael's negligence. Mill, the oldest of them all, is the only full-fledged dragonman, who has already been married in the tribe, has chosen a suitable partner, and has not seen her relatives for a long time since she was captured.

If it weren't for their own fault, they would never have left their hometown where they lived.

"Buckle..."

Just as Rafael hugged Laal in his arms, the door frame behind him was gently tapped, and it was Fisher who appeared at the door. Except for Rafael and Ral, who was hugged by her, everyone else subconsciously shrank back.

"Come out to eat."

After saying this simple sentence, he disappeared in the doorway.

The dragonmen in the room glanced at each other, but only Ral's belly cracked in response.

"Lord Rafael, I'm so hungry..."

Laal's pitiful voice sounded in his arms, and Rafael looked around, only to see his companions around him looking at him.

"Let's go."

Exiting the room, Fisher was no longer in the carriage, and looked up the staircase, where the door opened, revealing the sky that was close to darkness outside.

Rafael led the way outside, the fresh wind of the night hitting her scales, and as soon as she stepped out of the carriage, she remembered the rules of the game she had made with the human, that is, she could assassinate him from outside.

Just kill him and you'll win the game and get free.

Her turquoise eyes lit up slightly, and she subconsciously searched for the man's figure.

But he saw the man standing by the river, carrying a strange long stick, looking out over the wilderness on the other side of the river. In the distance, a field that had been plunged into darkness, a few slightly lit eyes looked at this side.

Fisher raised the "long stick" in his hand and aimed it at the distance, Rafael suddenly realized something, his tail raised slightly, and he only heard a loud bang from the stick in his hand in the next second,

"Bang!"

"Roar!!"

Fisher looked at an unlucky wolf lying on the ground in the distance, and the wolves around him were so frightened that they scattered and fled, so the terrifying roar was not made by them.

He put away his musket, and looked back at the crimson dragonman whose pupils had completely shrunk into a thin line, and saw that her scales stood up slightly, and from them oozed many, many hot vapors, and she fell to the ground, looking warily at the man with the gun, as if she were afraid that he would shoot herself.

The rest of the dragonmen were all hiding behind the carriage, revealing only their frightened eyes.

I see.

Fisher glanced at Rafael and quietly withdrew his musket.

"Are you going to make a fire?"

“.... Roar. ”

Rafael's legs and paws trembled slightly, and his mouth still had a slight roar, like a frightened beast.

"If not, go pick up the wolf, and if you don't want to starve at night, move quickly."

Carrying his gun, he put the terrifying weapon behind his back, skipped Rafael, who was lying on the ground in a fighting state, and walked straight to the side of the carriage, pushing the dragons hiding there away.

"Let's go."

There is a portable fire in the secret door here, which can be used to make a fire with magic, I don't know how many times I can use it, and the magic circle was already very weak when I used it last time.

Magical things are like this, they take a long time to build a magic circle, it's not durable, and it's still very expensive, so it's no wonder that those guys in St. Nari study the steam engine every day.

"That's... What's that? There is a sound... That..."

Fisher, who was setting up a fire, suddenly heard a soft and glutinous sound, and thought it was the chirping sound of the earth spirit spirit in the ground, and when he looked back, he didn't expect that it was actually the smallest blue dragon talking to him.

It's called... Ral, right?

She looked at the musket on her back with a pale, and looked at the smoking muzzle with trepidation, as if the bullet that had hit the wolf had hit her, and she felt the scales of her to make sure that there was no blood oozing there.

"This?"

“.. Well. ”

"It's a gun."

Fisher replied to her as he activated the magic circle that was about to disappear, without even looking back at her.

"Is it magic?"

"No, man-made."

"It's for... Against us? ”

It wasn't clear whether she was referring to the subhuman race or the dragon race, but apparently this guess was not accurate, and there were countless pickles hidden under the light of human civilization, so he shook his head,

"No, it's for humans."

Ral opened his mouth, his brain's thoughts like a cauldron, still boiling the taste of the conversation he had just had.

"Ral!"

Mill behind her didn't look for a second or two before she noticed that Ral was talking to the dangerous human, and the human suddenly raised her gun and stood up, so frightened that she immediately rushed towards Ral to protect her with her body, but saw the human shoot at the other end of the riverbank.

"Bang!"

The dirt in the distance was blown up by a single shot, and after that there was a cry of panic,

"Damn, Rania was hit!"

"Hurry up, that bastard isn't easy to mess with!"

"Hold him on the chest, he's bleeding!"

In the darkness, there was a commotion over there, and there was a faint sound of quarrels, and one or two random gunshots rang out, like indiscriminate fire to cover the retreat of their own people.

Ral and Mill stared blankly at the figure on the other side of the river that had vanished into the darkness, and they couldn't help but open their mouths to look at the human male who was expressionless and began to fiddle with the fire on the ground.

The Southern Continent is all gold, attracting many explorers from the Western Continent to come and explore these treasures. Of course, there were some outlaws, and Fisher had heard before he came that the council wanted to exile the most vicious criminals to some island next to the southern continent, on the grounds that it would save a lot of money on building and maintaining the prison.

In short, the Southern Continent is mixed, resulting in many people staying here forever and not being able to return to the Western Continent.

The bandits were probably attracted by the sound of gunfire and horses' hooves, and Fisher, who had improved his physical fitness, could keenly hear their subtle conversations.

The results of the previous subhuman research had brought him many benefits, such as his current extremely strong physical fitness and observational powers, as well as his ability to drive magic.

"Ral!"

Rafael also ran back with the wolf on his shoulder, and was relieved to see that Lal was still safe.

Fisher glanced at her expressionlessly, and pointed to the fire that was already lit under him,

"If you have research to do in the evening, eat first."

The others didn't understand the meaning of Fisher's words, only Rafael's lips tensed slightly, staring at the figure of the man in front of him.