"Just find a random place to sit down, today's research is just for some basic external data."

Rafael followed Fisher into the previous room, and as he spoke, he took out a paper manuscript from the table that Rafael could not read.

External data?

Rafael hugged his hand a little uneasily, and the door behind him closed automatically, and the whole room fell silent for a moment.

This human will always speak some words that people don't understand, such as research, data, and most of the words with unknown meanings in the dragon language are replaced by similar words by Fisher, and those that can't be found are directly transliterated by Nari.

"Don't be stunned, sit in the chair in the back."

“....”

Rafael sat down on the wooden chair behind her without saying a word, and then the man in front of her touched the long black strip that stood up around her, and the light emitted from the transparent cover, startling her.

It's not magic... Is there some bug or stone or something that is glowing? Or is his collection of subhuman souls glowing?

She had heard her mother say before that the soul of the dragonman was scorching, so it would emit light, and every year she would guide the dragonman who was lost in the wild to return to his hometown, but she had never seen it, so she didn't know if it was true.

Unbeknownst to her, the light was converging on her body to allow Fisher to better observe the subject of her study.

He wore a monocle that shimmered slightly, a magical object that could see the flow of magic from the creatures. Some sub-humans' physical characteristics change with the flow of magic in their bodies, and I wonder if this is the case with dragonmen.

It is rare to directly study the dragon race in the Western Continent, and he traveled all over the Southern Continent to find this red dragon race. According to other dragonmen, dragonmen of this color are very rare, and if this is not the so-called "crimson dragon queen", he can only admit it.

"From now on, don't move."

He pulled over the small mobile table that had been erected next to his desk, and placed some tools on it that Rafael did not recognize. But seeing the iron object glistening in the light, she suspected it might be some strange torture instrument.

Is this all research?

She gritted her teeth.

Fisher had just taken out the tape measure when he saw her eyes closed and she looked generous and righteous. He was slightly stunned, but the expression on his face did not loosen, and he just started his own business.

The first thing to do is to measure some basic data for her.

Such as height, weight, tail length, and age, to name a few.

"You're scared of guns."

Her eyelids twitched slightly as she felt a cold thing suddenly cover her legs. But the man's flat, declarative sentences, as if conclusive, opened her eyes again.

"If you get hit through your body by that thing, you'll see it like a caterpillar..."

"Caterpillars?" The tape measure was pulled open slightly, reflecting Fisher's serious face, "It's easy to describe." ”

“...”

Rafael gritted her teeth, her claws clenched, and she wanted to tear the pesky human in front of her to shreds.

The dragonman's scales weren't all over his body, but they covered a large part of it, and there didn't seem to be any scales from her knees up to her lower abdomen, but she was wearing linen clothes now, and Fisher wasn't sure.

When will you assassinate me?

If it fails, it can be further studied.

Fisher looked down at the scales on her calf, where a small number of round, slightly lighter scales caught his eye.

He reached out lightly and pinched her calf, the warm scales and the shape of the calf muscles were completely felt by him, the dragonman's scales were not inhuman, they were very comfortable to touch, except for a few armor-like scales that played a protective role in adulthood.

"Hmm..."

Rafael inhaled an unnatural breath, and the claw of his pinched right foot curled up slightly.

"Very beautiful scales... You've been shot here, and the scales here are freshly grown. ”

"Heh... If it weren't for those pesky guns, those humans wouldn't have been able to catch me, they'd all have died."

She licked her lips, her turquoise eyes full of animality, as if they were about to devour people. In order to capture her, the humans dispatched more than a dozen slave catchers with firearms, and she killed three-quarters of them, so she received "special care" after she was caught.

She remembered how the humans had beaten her, how they had pulled out her scales from the pincers, how they had cut her skin with their blades.

Rafael's pupils shrank into a vertical pupil again, as long as she kills the humans in front of her, she can go back, she wants to take revenge on the humans and make them pay for everything they have done....

Her murderous aura was so obvious that the scales in Fisher's hands began to stand up. Every time Rafael was emotional, the scales stood up sensitively to express her feelings, not knowing what was going on with the steam, and then she would study it later.

He gently smoothed the scales that stood up with his hand, then took the silver knife from the table sideways, and saw him take up his weapon, Rafael let out a dragon-like roar again, and Fishel felt the temperature of his hand rise sharply, as if he had grasped a hot kettle, and let him let go.

"Roar!"

In the face of her terrifying threat, Fisher sat down in front of her, his face unchanged.

"It hurts here and in the rest of the night where you're hit, doesn't it?"

Rafael's pupils spread slightly for a short distance.

"You were simply taken out of shrapnel after you were hit, they didn't know how to treat the wounds of the subhumans, I'm afraid that the person who treated the wounds for you would not be a serious doctor, which left you with dark wounds on your right leg and left hand... Rain, activity, and scaly movement all touch the damaged muscles underneath, so it hurts, right..."

"You didn't succeed in attacking me before because your body was not coordinated, your right leg couldn't keep up with your left leg, your left hand couldn't keep up with your right hand, your movements were too slow, and I caught a flaw... You are wounded, and without my healing, you would not have been able to succeed in the assassination. ”

Taking advantage of Rafael's swaying thoughts, he gently used his silver knife to pick open the slightly lighter scales, only to see that the skin below was black and purple, which was completely different from the white and tender skin next to him.

"It's none of your business, I'll kill you! Peel off your skin, smear your blood on this land, and you will die in the most painful way, I say it! ”

Rafael's scales stood on end again, but no more steam came out, and Fisher reached out and grabbed her right leg again. With a mocking smile, he raised his silver sword,

"Can you do it, little dragon?"

The silver knife sliced into the rotten muscles sideways, and with the exception of Fisher's right leg, which was pinched by Fisher, she arched in pain, as if returning to the day the bullet had entered her body, but this time the pain was even worse, as if it had penetrated into the bone marrow.

Who knows what the slave traders put on the bullets in order to make these subhumans, who are physically stronger than humans, fall to the ground and lose their ability to fight, and the muscles inside are rotting to the bone.

"Bang bang bang!"

The silver knife fluttered slightly, and Rafael's tail frantically slapped the ground, but Fisher's left hand was like an iron pincer that kept her right leg from moving.

"Kill you!"

"I'm going to kill you!"

"Killed... You..."

"Uhhhhhh

From the right leg to the left hand, as the treatment deepened, the murderous threat slowly brought some crying as time passed. Drops of blood ran down her body and landed on the ground, and then scorching steam came out, causing Fisher to look away in pain.

His floor...

Fortunately, the treatment was finally done, and Fisher picked up gauze and medicine, and wrapped it around her calf layer after layer.

In fact, the time is not long, and there is not even the sound of those Asian mothers coming back outside, but this kind of pain is tormenting for more than a second, especially without anesthetic.

“... There will be a chance, if you can grasp it. ”

It was a response to her assertion that she was going to kill herself.

Fisher looked at Rafael, who was slumped in his chair, and then measured the rest of his body with a tape measure, ignoring her murderous look at the moment.

"Yaren's body is recovering quickly, and it must not be long before he recovers, looking forward to your assassination... That's the end of tonight's research, and you can go back. ”

He stood up, threw the blood-stained silver knife on the plate beside him, washed his hands with clean water, and turned off the light next to him.

Although the light was gone, there was still a colorful afterimage in Rafael's eyes, imprinted in her mind, along with the man's back.

"Kill... Finish.. You.."

"Uh-huh, come on, Miss Long."