At night, when the research was done, Rafael limped back to the room with hatred. Her right leg and left hand were bandaged, and the wound hurt so badly that it felt like it had gotten into the bone with every touch.

Unable to move, she lay quietly on the bed for a few moments before the companions returned one by one.

They have been in their cages for too long and rarely have the opportunity to move outside, so they can still see the reluctant expressions on their faces when they return. But they were soon attracted by the tragic sight of Rafael on the bed, and Ral carefully dragged his paws to his knees beside her, worried.

"Rafael, your wounds..."

They all knew about Rafael's previous shooting, and they knew how those wounds tortured her at night.

"It's okay.."

Rafael opened his eyelids a little, but his eyelids didn't open, so his vision was still a little hazy.

Lal didn't listen, lowered his head and sniffed vigorously where the bandage was wrapped, and then covered his nose and wrinkled his face and shouted,

"It's so bitter.. That human must have poisoned Lord Rafael! I'm sure! My mother had used such poisons before, and I saw with my own eyes that her pigs were howling! ”

But Hill slapped her on the head,

"Don't talk nonsense, your mother raised Lulu pigs, how could she use poison to poison them, you get out of the way..."

She looked down at Rafael's wound, then looked up at Farsher and Mill and said,

"It is a jacaranda, a medicine for hemostasis and healing... Lord Rafael, he helped you with the wound, the fat man must not have healed you before, otherwise it wouldn't have hurt like that at night..."

"I didn't ask him to help me with my wounds!"

Rafael was a little confused, and suddenly opened her eyes to Kirshel, interrupting her. But seeing her companion's worried eyes, she pursed her lips again and closed her eyes.

How could she not know that the human was helping her with her wounds, she just didn't want to admit it, or wanted to think that the other party was helping her as a trick on herself, so that she could better assassinate the other party.

“... Either way, the most important thing now is to give Rafael a good rest. Lal, don't make noise, sleep here, your tail is always moving, and it won't be good if you touch Rafael's wound for a while. ”

Mill smiled and skipped the topic. She looked at Lal and made arrangements for Rafael to sleep at night.

"Don't, don't, why do you always say that my tail moves, I obviously don't!"

"You're asleep, how do you know?"

Fasher smirked and stroked her tail, then teased.

"Rafael likes to sleep with her tail in her hands, I just learn from her, I will hold it well, and it won't move."

Ral hurriedly lay down beside Rafael, and hugged her blue tail as if she were like it, but her tail was not as long as Rafael, so it was quite difficult to hold it, but after a while, she felt uncomfortable sleeping in such a sleeping position, and looked at Rafael, who was motionless beside her, and pouted.

Rafael can't hold her tonight.

Behind him, Mill took her in his arms and pulled her to lie in the futon.

"Okay, okay, we all know, it's just a little bit disobedient... At least it's good that you want to hold on to it."

"Just spoil her, Sister Mill, and her mother will think you've spoiled her."

"My mom wouldn't think so!"

But Hill also lay on the bed, muttering to himself that she and Farsher were in the same line, and did not have much patience for the mischievous child of Ral.

“......”

The room was still bright, and the roof of the room was always lit with the kind of shiny thing that Rafael had seen in Fisher's room, and they would not turn it off, thinking that at night humans slept in the light.

Rafael felt a little tired, so she closed her eyes, and between exhaling and inhaling, the pain in the wound slowly subsided, and became almost cold and heavy, and she was a little sleepy.

It's just that before she went to sleep, she suddenly couldn't remember when her friends were talking like this.

When was it when they were captured by humans?

A few months? Half a year, or more?

She thought in a daze, only to suddenly feel that she wanted to go home.

......

......

"It looks like the wound doesn't hurt anymore."

Early the next morning, Fisher summoned Rafael to his room. When Rafael saw him, he was wearing a white shirt and standing behind his desk drinking cold coffee.

When Rafael arrived, he clapped his hands and turned on the lamp next to him, and gently pinched her right leg as he had done last night, and this time her scales did not stand up again, nor did he breathe out the horrible steam again.

The human seemed to be surprisingly serious as long as he was studying, and all his eyes were on his body, as if he had swept over every scale and every inch of his skin.

Thinking of this, she suddenly felt a little unnatural, and looked away from the other decorations in the room.

"Hmm..."

It was only as a word for him to ask about himself, and she waited a long time before replying to Fisher.

Fisher didn't care, and after making sure that the wound was not bleeding again, he slowly got up and said, "The recovery speed of the dragonman is beyond my imagination, and it is estimated that you will be able to run with all your strength in just a day or two."

"Dragons are born warriors, and our blood is born with flames, and this little wound..."

Rafael withdrew his right leg and stretched his paws on the ground, his words tinged with pride.

Fisher didn't answer her words, returned to his desk and cleaned his hands with water, and said to her,

"There is no breakfast today, we will change our route for the time being, and go to the nearest city of Keken to resupply first, and we will stay there for a day and a night, this time of absence in the carriage is a good opportunity for you..."

“...”

Rafael had no idea of the city in his words, or even where they were. The land of the southern continent is very vast, and for the dragon races who live on the southern shore of the continent all year round, they don't even know that they were taken by that circus across half the continent to the north closest to the western continent.

Fisher straightened his clothes, put on his waistcoat, took his pocket watch, and became a decent gentleman again. With a slight twitch of his finger, a map unfolded from the wall, revealing the pattern on it.

"Here it is..."

On the wall, a "map of the world" made by the Royal Cartographic Commission of Saint-Nari appeared in Rafael's eye. Even though she couldn't read any of the words on it, the huge territory still gave her some simple guesses.

"This is the continent where you have lived for generations, and as for your hometown, it is probably in this area, and it will not go as far as the middle..."

Fisher stretched out his hand to draw a small range in the southern section of the Southern Continent, and with a simple drawing, he framed the history of the Dragonman Race for several generations and dozens of generations.

Rafael used to want to go far away from the tribe, to see the outside world, she ran away from home many times, and embarked on a journey alone, thinking that she had gone far, far away, to the ends of the earth, but in fact it only included a small corner of this vast continent...

She looked further up the map, where there was a more detailed continent with various dividing lines and many more markers, across the southern continent from the southern continent, the same size, full of human characters.

"You guys. . . You're really from the sea..."

They came from the sea, brought carnage and fire to the continent, and occupied this land that was once quiet and peaceful.

"Yes, to be exact, by steamer. If your assassination doesn't work, I'll show you what it is..."

"I don't want to see it!"

"Uh-huh. Go get them up, we have to go. ”

Fisher snapped his fingers, and the map that had given Rafael infinite shock rolled up again. He took his hat and cane, took a cigarette from his bosom, and stepped out of the carriage from the stairs.

Outside the carriage, the wilderness of the early morning brought a breeze full of moisture, Fisher lit the tobacco, and in a little smoke, he looked into the distance through the purple circle outside the carriage, and faintly glimpsed a long gray smoke on the far mountain.

There is a human settlement in the Western Continent, and it is not surprising that it is Keken City, which is now headed.

He whistled softly, and the purple magic slowly retracted back to the surface of the carriage, and the horse was awakened, and went to the river to drink with its tail wagged.