"Bang!"

The carriage door opened, and Ral sprang out of Mill's arms, looking at the door with shining eyes, only to see Rafael, who had a tired face, as if she had exhausted her energy from the battle outside.

"Lord Rafael..."

Mill looked at Rafael, who was exuding a low mood, with some concern, and couldn't help but speak.

"Lord Rafael, where's Fisher?"

Ral glanced at the lavender fields outside, but didn't see the familiar figure of the human male, and a few seconds ago, all the slave marks on their bodies had disappeared, and Mill of course knew what was going on, so they all looked at Rafael with complicated eyes.

She met Ral's somewhat uneasy gaze, gently closed the door behind her, closed her eyes for a second or two, and then opened her blue eyes again, and said to Kirsher and Fasher,

"You go and drive, we'll turn around and head over to the tribe... Head south until I look at Fisher's map before I'll drive. Mill, you're bullish on Ral. ”

"Yes."

Mill bowed his head and said yes, holding little Ral in his arms.

Rafael glanced at his companion and the surrounding furnishings, and waited for Farsher and the others to go outside to drive the carriage south before walking to the first door on the left, which was Fisher's room.

The decorations and objects inside had not been touched, and many human books were placed on it, staring quietly at Rafael as he entered the room.

She was just about to turn around and open the map of the Southern Continent hanging on the wall, but in the afterglow, she caught a glimpse of a light yellow envelope placed on his desk, and a roll of quaint parchment was placed underneath the envelope.

Rafael reached out and picked up the envelope, only to see that it was written in the Nari script of the Fisher logo,

"To Rafael."

Is it a letter?

Rafael opened the envelope, and inside was a folded sheet of paper with Fisher's handwriting on it.

"Rafael himself."

"You can see the contents of this letter, which means that you have won our game, first of all, congratulations on your freedom with your partner. At the same time, it also means that our paths will diverge a little here, going in different directions, until they finally converge or go to different ends. ”

"Your excellence and strength have made me think about getting rid of you many times, but my independent thinking eyes have made me see the simple kindness and enthusiasm of the dragon race, and at the same time, I have fallen in love with you with such a burning soul. So after much hesitation, I am determined to let you go. Your stage is not in the dark prison of mankind, nor in my small house, the vast wilderness of the Southern Continent is your future. ”

"At the same time, I hope that you can always always think independently and think twice before doing anything, which will help you in your decision-making and path. The leather scroll under the envelope is a clue to the ruins of the dragon race Femabaha Longting, and I will give it to you as our separate gift, if there is a return gift, give it to me next time we meet. ”

"May your future path be filled with bright blessings."

"Fisher Benavides"

"Note: You still owe me a penalty, remember to pay it back when you say goodbye."

Rafael clutched the thin envelope and kept an eye on the last Fischer's signature. She bowed her head silently and placed the envelope between her foreheads, and the crimson, illusory dragon horns passed through the envelope.

Strange to say, it was clear that the human had no horns, and real objects could not touch the horns of the dragon race, but at this moment, Rafael felt ripples within her soul, as if she was in touch with him.

After a long time, when she opened her eyes again, those blue eyes were as deep as a pool of water, but hidden in the depths of the blue color, as if countless fierce flames were churning, emitting dazzling light like the sun.

It was time for her to set off and finish what she had wanted to accomplish a long time ago.

The noon sun on the Southern Continent was blazing, and a carriage set off from the north of the Southern Continent, just as it had come.

And at this moment, it was no longer the Nari gentleman who had come who had come to hold the reins, but a dragon girl who was as dazzling as the newborn sun in the morning.

The crimson dragon queen is rising.

(Vol. 1: The Crimson Dragon Queen)