Fisher looked down at the name engraved on the manual for a long time, and knew nothing but the "code name" of the author who had left the manual to be completed.

The only thing he can be sure of now is that there is more than one manual to complete, and the person who created them is definitely not from this world, and he may be able to get more information from Caleb's soul completion manual later, but this requires Fisher to have a strong soul energy, after all, others can't see these manuals, and he can't ask Renee for help.

Filon's words to Fisher before his death are also very interesting, as he handed out the manual as he was dying, and Fisher saw the manual itself instead of being the owner of the manual for the soul, and he warned himself not to tear it up, or they would be reborn in another place.

These magical props are full of secrets, like the legendary murals engraved on the stone walls.

Fema's Baharonting... How long ago was that?

Hundreds of years? Thousands of years?

Fisher closed the two completed manuals, and this time did not put them together, but put one on the left and one on the right, so as not to revert to the previous rejection.

Putting aside the questions that have not been thoroughly studied for the time being, he has already gained a lot today, and he is not ready to continue.

He turned his head and studied the map, and after coming out of the city of Philorn, it was not far from his final destination, the port of Crete, and the carriage would be there in two or three days.

Fisher walked out of the carriage and sat in the carriage for several hours before he knew it, and his wounded body began to ache again, so he simply came out to breathe. The dragonmen were sleeping, and the sun outside was setting in the west, shining the clouds as orange as oranges.

Seeing that they had not yet gotten up, Fisher prepared to go out to the carriage and take out the food that had been supplied in the city of Filloon to prepare dinner, which was locked in the fourth room, so that this morning they did not open it for use, and roasted it after hunting outside.

In the fourth room, in addition to supplies, there are some weapons such as muskets and meat saws. He took out the meat he had bought, and went to fetch the fire and the pot, and prepared to cook a dish of St. Nari's standard for the evening, but not for the dragonmen, but for himself.

Those dragonmen only eat meat, and they still need some vegetables and fruits to eat by following their recipes.

Going out and assuming the fire for the supper to be prepared, Rafael had just changed his clothes and came out, but he could only change into sackcloth, the dress that Fisher had given her had soiled before, and she had just washed it and washed it again, and she would soon be able to use it again, because the dragonman's body was very hot, and she put the clothes over the sleeping Ral, and it was dry in a while.

Who told Ral to sleep so dead?

"What are you doing?"

Rafael glanced at the vegetable soup that was boiling in the pot in front of Fisher, and for some reason he subconsciously frowned, as if he smelled the smell of vegetables in the air.

"In the soup and drinking, the greens can supplement some necessary nutrients for humans, although I don't know if you dragons need it." While Fisher was boiling, he suddenly said to Rafael as if he had thought of something, "By the way, how is your Nari language learning?" ”

Rafael sat down by the fire with his knees crossed, cleared his throat, and spoke,

"Dear Mr. Fisher, I wonder if I have the pleasure of inviting you to a dance? Your beautiful posture reminds me of the lotus flowers facing the moon in the lotus pond, so elegant, so beautiful..."

Fisher glanced at the proud Rafael next to him, and then stirred the soup in the pot,

"Six points for pronunciation, nine points for vocabulary, eight points for grammar, and zero points for general knowledge."

"Huh? Why? ”

"It's the words of a man when he invites a woman to dance, you're a woman, it's the other way around."

"Who knows why you humans dance? When we feast, we like to call people down for a duel. ”

"Customs, respect it."

Although he was ruthless, he was still surprised by Rafael's outrageous learning ability, and he was able to gradually master a language in just over a month, which had to be admired by Rafael.

"Keep it up, you're a fast learner."

"I can read your words, but some of them have strange pronunciations and I don't know how to speak..."

The corners of Fisher's mouth curled slightly, knowing that she wanted to prove herself, but he seemed to realize something as soon as he tried to speak, and Rafael next to him looked in the same direction as him.

"Who?!"

It was quiet in the direction of the other side, only a little grass was silent, and Rafael got up and leaped in that direction, and as he burrowed into the bushes, there were some cries, and in a few seconds Rafael came out with a boy covered in fluffy hair and a pair of curved spiral-shaped horns on his head.

Her face was strange, and she said to Fisher,

"It's a child of the sheep race..."

The boy was a little frightened by the dangling, and he saw Fisher sitting by the fire at a glance, and of course the vegetable soup boiling in the pot, and the good smell made his throat move, but he quickly lowered his head in fear.

Rafael laid him on the ground, and he immediately fell on his knees and said to Fisher,

"Yes . . . I'm sorry... Plentiful... Spare your life..."

The language seemed very jerky to the sheep race, and the pronunciation was inaccurate.

Rafael did not understand the language he spoke, but Fisher withdrew his gaze and explained to Rafael,

"He speaks the language of Swali, and he should be the subhumans who fled after the war waged by the lords of Swali..."

Looking at the bright-eyed sheep breeder, Fisher suddenly remembered an interesting thing.

I heard that many nobles like to raise boys at home, and then in the years of development in the southern continent, many slave traders found that the sheep boys here looked smart and beautiful after shaving, so they sold a large number of sheep to Schwali.

The fact is that the merchants bet on the treasure, and soon the sheep breed boy became the most fashionable fashion among the nobility there, so that every Swali male nobleman had it, and sometimes they would get together for a party or something.

All the humans of the Western Continent look down on the sub-human race, regard them as livestock, and even the female sub-human species will not appear in the female branch, and more often they are called as slaves, but the nobles of Schwali have single-handedly broken this prejudice, should it be said that they admire or...

Fisher didn't have a good evaluation, but scooped out an extra bowl of vegetable soup from the bowl, turned his head and said in Schwali,

"Where are you from? Who's around? ”

As a result, the boy just stared at Fisher motionlessly, and his hooves behind him kept shaking, as if he was very afraid of him.

It seems that he just learned a sentence or two of human language in order to escape for his life, Fisher scooped a bowl of vegetable soup and put it in front of him, the sheep race was very vigilant at first, but the hunger of the body no longer allowed him to be patient, he glanced at Fisher, and then held the bowl of vegetable soup with both hands and drank it bitterly, even if he drank it all in his mouth, he did not dare to let a drop flow out of his mouth and waste.

"The war of the Asians has failed, and now it seems that many of them are migrating to this side, so let's leave here early tomorrow morning and go north."

Rafael looked at the sheep man child who was crawling and chewing the leaves, and looked up at the remnant sun in the distance, a large number of birds were startled and flew away, who knows what happened in the center of the battlefield over there.