The moonlight sprinkled like a natural futon in Fisher's bedroom, and he stared straight out at the moonlight with his eyes open, and under that great full moon, many shadows hidden in the light surged to paint the color of the night.

Beside him, the long red rose hair fluttered freely, Rafael wrapped one hand around his shoulder, and the beautiful face rested on Fisher's neck, and his breath was full of him in every breath he breathed, allowing her to sleep comfortably.

She had slept deeply, but her feet, hands, and tail were wrapped around Fisher's body, especially her self-appointed tail, which at this moment even judgled from the futon with joy, not knowing what she had dreamed of in her dreams.

Her originally hard scales became silky in Fisher's arms, as if conveying a warm feeling like her skin, especially the softness that made her heart flutter, making Fisher feel a little hot now.

The breeding bonus of the dragon race is too exaggerated, the original Fisher will definitely not have such a strong desire, but the benefits are also extremely obvious, even the dragon race Rafael can be satisfied, to some extent, the current Fisher has far surpassed humans.

Thinking of this, he covered his face with black lines, and Rafael also moved his body in a daze because of his movements, and then propped himself up and rubbed his eyes.

Fisher turned his head to look at her, thinking she was awake, only to find that her eyes were not open at all, but only adjusted their positions, and then comfortably reached out to wrap her arms around Fisher again, and remained motionless.

“......”

Fisher's thoughts turned surprisingly fast now, and his mind sorted out all the clues he had seen in the past few days.

First of all, Filon definitely had an abnormal purpose for his own business.

His original target should have been Rafael dragonmen, but he shouldn't have expected to cut off his beard halfway, so his appearance was something he didn't expect.

So what is his purpose in wanting these dragonmen?

Fisher suddenly reflected on the simple question of why Philoen was so wealthy.

The first possibility is that he has a steady stream of backers behind him, so the other party must have a certain reason for supporting him, economic or political purposes.

However, under the constraints of the "Southern Continent Protection Law", the political purpose seems to be very embarrassing, and if it is a political purpose, he should expand his territory and occupy the territory as much as possible, there is no need to take in the sub-people and sign a treaty with the Shiwali City Lord Alliance.

If it is an economic purpose, it doesn't matter if he has a backer behind him, because Philon must have a commodity line with high economic efficiency, and it is likely to be related to the subhumans. Only in this way can it be explained that he kept so many subhumans in captivity in the inner city, and that he needs a certain number of submen.

And this product must not be a simple trade of sub-races, this simple human trade does not mean that it cannot make money, but it is impossible to bear the cost of such a large city as Philon, otherwise those slave traders would have been rich and rivaled the country.

In other words, his goods must be very unique, of great value, of great value, of small quantities, and of little known products that must be deeply processed by him.

Fisher suddenly thought of the metal cylindrical jar that the soldiers were carrying that he had seen with Rafael earlier.

So, what exactly is that thing?

Fisher could not think of an answer to this question for the time being, because at the moment he could not consider anything of such a high value that did not require the cost of mass production.

But one thing is obvious, Philoon has bad intentions towards himself and Rafael.

Fisher had already noticed his small movements while watching the choir and was ready to turn his face, but after answering Philoon's question, he abruptly gave up.

He had seen something in himself that was as valuable as Rafael and the other dragons, and he shouldn't have done anything to himself and Rafael until he got it.

During this time, Fisher had to go to the city to resupply himself so that he could turn against Philon at any moment before rushing into the wilderness and heading straight for the port of Crete.

Fisher let out a long breath and stroked the girl's long crimson hair behind him.

The crimson dragon queen?

In fact, in her own eyes, she still has a lot of immaturity, because of her ignorance of human beings, because of hatred and anger, she often makes impulsive and unconscious decisions, which makes Fisher speechless.

But the longer he got along, the more he understood that the still naïve girl in front of him was definitely the [Crimson Dragon Queen] in the language, and one day, with the condensation of time, she would become strong, intelligent, and unrivaled in the Southern Continent.

As a human being, we should strangle her in the soil that has not yet grown, and prevent her from bursting out with the light of the sun.

Fisher stared at Rafael's sleeping face for a long time, but did not make any moves.

It's just that when the moon is getting darker, I don't know who gently hugged the crimson dragon lady, and Fisher's somewhat indistinct murmur.

"You're so selfish, Fisher."

......

......

"Ahh

The morning sun shone on Rafael's open-eyed face, and she stared at the ceiling in the room in a daze, waiting for a few seconds as if she realized what had happened last night.

Flustered and shy, she turned her head to look at the bed beside her, only to find that it was empty, and then the shyness and panic vanished without a trace, replaced by a profound emptiness and loss.

Maybe the human just took last night's incident as punishment, and he didn't understand the importance of a suitable tail mate for the dragonman, ha, after all, humans are very casual about courtship, and they are definitely not as good as dragons.

But obviously there is still his smell on the bed.

Rafael's tail flapped weakly on the bed, and he looked sideways at where Fisher had slept last night, not knowing what to think again.

She waited for a long time before she got up from the bed, but as soon as she turned her head, she saw Fisher, dressed in a new neat Nari suit, beside her bed, holding a book in his hand, and looking at Rafael on the bed with his legs crossed.

Rafael's face instantly flushed, and he pulled up the futon to cover the body that Fisher had seen.

"Fisher! How are you in the room? ”

"I'm not in the room, where am I?"

"I thought... No, then why don't you make a sound at all?! ”

Isn't that all the movements of the time when he got up have been seen by him? Even so, does this guy still tease himself like this without saying a word?

What a bad human being!

"I'm researching and improving your magic, and I'm just focused on it for a while."

In fact, he was looking at Rafael, but Fisher just didn't admit it, and Rafael, who was pulling the futon on the bed to cover his body, was angry enough.

"Since you're awake, let's go wash up, go downstairs for breakfast, and take Lal and them to the city in the afternoon to buy some supplies."

Seeing that she had woken up, Fisher closed his book and stood up.

Rafael pouted in response, and as she watched the tall Fisher put the book back next to her luggage, she suddenly had an unrealistic conjecture.

Fisher doesn't just sit here waiting for him to get up, does he?

Still is... Just woke up and saw yourself wake up?

This human being, as always, is puzzling.

It's still not pleasant, but it's as sad as if some strange hollowness has been made up for and it's no longer breathable.