[Dragon Race Research Progress: 21%]

[Progress of research on the society of the dragon race: 20%]

[Unlocked Rewards: Constitution +2, Reproduction Ability +10, Ferma Baharonting Magic Book]

At night, Fisher, who was lying on the bed, took out the Yaren Niang to finish the notes, and as the illusory words in front of him gradually disappeared, a strange power poured into his body, not only the strength of the body was strengthened, but also the lower abdomen also carried a strange burning sensation, as if the strength of the waist and the strength of some parts of the body had also been strengthened.

Especially now, where it is exceptionally hard and full of offensive desire, he suddenly feels that the sub-people are also beautiful, especially the toned and slender body of the dragon race and the white and soft...

He was stunned for a second or two, and then covered his face with black lines.

The dragon race can also restrain its desires through the mechanism of a tail-fitting mate, but humans are in heat all the time, and this enhancement of reproductive ability makes Fisher a little uncomfortable.

He took several deep breaths before he looked at the thin, quaint book that appeared in his hand out of thin air.

On the cover of the book, the words like scales and knives read "The Magic Book of the Femabahar Clan".

Fisher turned on the lamp beside the bed with interest, and then turned the page. The thirst for research and knowledge overpowered the desire to reproduce for a moment, and he perused the magic that had been passed down from generation to generation by the dragons.

However, he was soon disappointed to find that he could not fully read the magic book in his hand just by virtue of the level of Ferma Baharonting given him by completing the manual, and many of the obscure and quaint descriptions were far beyond the level of everyday language, allowing Fisher to guess the operation of some of the magic by keywords.

However, magic is an extremely rigorous science, and a little misunderstanding can cause extremely serious magic accidents, although it is also possible to produce a new kind of magic, but the risk is too high, and it is not easy for a master of magic theory to try.

Fisher searched for a long time before he found one or two spells that he could read at his current level, such as the [Femabaha Dragon's Breath] that could summon a large amount of flames, and the [Fema's Bahara Dragon's Flame] that instantly exploded.

Dragons carved their magic into the weapons and armor they carried, and released it in close combat, often so that both friend and foe were swept away by the power of magic, leaving Fisher a little confused about the logic behind their use of magic.

Moreover, this kind of lethal magic is only a low-level magic in the ancient magic of dragonmen, the magic circuit of the dragon race is much rougher than that of humans, and the means of prying [World Echo] are of course also very rough, and many magic are dangerous from the eyes of humans.

Because there was not much skill to speak of, the dragons had very little recorded magic, and Fisher believed it would not take long to study it thoroughly, but before he could do so, he would have to learn the more esoteric language of the dragons.

Fisher got up and carved a few dragon magic crests on the table with a carving knife, unlike human magic that only pry [echo] after it is formed, this magic is still writing, and you can see the surrounding air and space sink slightly, and the crest on the table has also turned a faint golden yellow.

What's more, although Fisher's current magic ability can write all the coats of arms of magic, the side effects are also much greater than ordinary magic, and now he has begun to have headaches, and even the magic circuits on his hands are all lit up, so he knows how much magic power the magic of the dragon race requires.

After writing all the magic coats, Fisher rubbed his temples and looked at the magic patterns on the table. Dragons' magic does not circulate in rings as humans do, but in a structure shaped like teeth.

This [Femabaha Dragon's Breath] was already finished, and he was a little eager to try it, so he put on his shoes and picked up the small table beside the bed, and got out of the carriage and went out into the wilderness outside the cave.

The fog was still thick, and Fisher put the table down in front of him, then took a few steps back, and after making sure that there was no problem, he pointed his finger, and the magic lines on the table suddenly flashed with a blinding white light.

"Roar!"

It wasn't the roar of a dragonman, but a loud blast of flames in an instant. It was only a second later, the place where the magic coat of arms was engraved on the table seemed to be dented, and a large amount of flames poured out of it, shooting forward dozens of meters of pillars of fire.

Before Fisher could feel the strength of the magic, the wooden table carrying the magic coat of arms first burst into flames, and what was even more terrifying was that the table was spun by the hollow depression of space.

Fisher's face changed, watching the table with dozens of meters of fire pillars spinning like a spinning top, he hurriedly ran back, fortunately his physique was once again bonus, otherwise the scorching flames would have burned his pajamas.

"Boom..."

The firestorm-like magic continued to work until it burned the entire table, leaving steam and charred black on the floor.

Is this the magic of dragonmen?

Although the lethality is very high, it is inevitably too unstable, and it is even the first time that Fisher has seen the magic crest burn itself.

Let's wait until we have mastered more of the dragon court language before we can continue to study this dangerous magic.

Just as Fisher returned to his room in the carriage with a helpless expression, he pushed the door open, and on the bed inside the door sat two dragon maidens with white scales at this moment.

It turned out to be Fasher and Kosher.

The two twins look very similar, and can only tell who is the older sister and who is the younger sister by their eyes, the older sister Farsher has black pupils and the younger sister has silver pupils.

The two of them were sitting on Fisher's bed, looking side by side at Fisher as he entered the room, their tails drawing a circle behind them, and their expressions were serious, making Fisher raise an eyebrow.

"You two... What are you doing in my room? ”

The two of them looked at each other, and then kept their previous expressions, but clasped each other's hands, and at the same time looked sideways at Fisher,

"Lord Fisher, did you buy Rafael for that kind of thing?"

"That kind of thing?"

Fisher spoke flatly, suddenly remembering Mill's reaction in the hotel room before, could it be that stupid guy who shared this stupid guess with the two stupider fools, Farsher and Kirshel?

"Hmm..."

"But please let Master Rafael go."

"Mistress Rafael is a very nice person..."

"As the Dragonmen's guards, if you can, please make us your replacement for Lord Rafael."

"We're going to give it our all."

The two of them spoke one sentence after another, but their expressions never changed, but they just looked straight at Fisher at the door, as if to show their determination.

As Rafael's bodyguard, they have no corresponding strength, and they have always relied on Lord Rafael to protect them, if that's the case...

Only this time let's do it...

Fisher approached with a blank face, and his hands ran across the faces of the two dragon maidens, brushing their drooping hair little by little, until they reached the lobes of their long dragon ears, and his fingers pinched the softness of the place.

"Hmm..."

"Uhhhhhh

Their faces gradually warmed up, stained with a layer of cherry color.

Fisher bowed his head slightly, and blew on the other ear where the two of them had touched, and they shrank back as if they had been electrocuted, and their disguised composure completely collapsed, turning into panic and shyness, and the silver-white tail under the sackcloth clothes swept to the ground, and steam kept gushing out of their bodies.

"Two little kids..."

Fisher slapped their faces expressionlessly, and immediately made them close their eyes in a bit of panic, knowing that they didn't understand anything, and they dared to say such words before they were ready.

Or at this time.

Fisher resisted the desire to open his mouth to taste their fair skin, and patted their heads with a sigh,

"Go back to sleep."

Farsher and Kirsher couldn't help but glance up at him, and then they got out of his bed as if they were rubbing.

It was only at the door of the next room that a long red tail swayed for a moment, and it retracted into the room after hearing Farsher's footsteps.