Below Fisher, the figure of the blue-scaled dragon race bit coincided with the figure of the youngest of the several dragon sisters at the time, but the most innocent child, even the naïve child who was unaware of the slave trade at the time, now looked extremely calm and calm.

She hadn't yet grown her glittering dragon horns, and strands of sweat-soaked sky-blue curls were glued to her forehead, opening up a little haze. In addition to two sharp daggers, her scales and clothing were covered with a portion of light armor to protect key locations, and wisps of steam were constantly spewing from underneath them.

Fisher knew that this was a phenomenon that only occurred when the mood of the dragon race fluctuated.

Fisher's gaze moved down a little, and everything about the other party, familiar or unexpected, fell into his eyes, until he saw a deep scar on the exposed neck of the other party, and then he could not stop. He didn't know if it was these scars that gave birth to the unusually ferocious blue dragon race just now.

Rahl gasped underneath, and like Fisher, she was of course checking whether the man in front of her, with long hair and ragged clothes, was the well-dressed gentleman he had been.

Whether it was his voice or appearance, of course the man in front of her was, but even though the answer was already decided, she was still looking at Fisher in front of her, waiting for him to respond.

After a moment of silence, Fisher gently let go of Ral's imprisoned wrists and responded,

"It's me, Ral."

He immediately stood up and glanced at the Red Dragon Court soldiers who were still eyeing and surrounding, he didn't make any more moves, and gave up his previous plan, just asked,

"Rafael, where?"

Fisher's voice dragged Lal back to reality little by little, and she sat up slowly, not replying first, but speaking to the soldiers around her,

"He is a friend, not an enemy of the puppet court, go and carry Capone and Ruhl back first, don't worry"

The surrounding Red Dragon Court soldiers, along with the wounded soldiers who had just been lifted, looked at Lal who seemed to be their leader at the moment, and then one of the sub-people said "We will tell the Dragon Queen about this" before turning around and leaving.

"I'll tell her personally."

Ral added, and the soldiers on that side walked farther and farther away, until they completely disappeared into the leaves and trees of the same color as them, and then Ral looked back at Fisher in front of him. After glancing up and down at Fisher in front of her, she laughed and asked him,

"Fisher, how did you become like this, you used to be dressed in a formal suit and a cane, and now you live like a beggar. But he's still as handsome as ever. ”

The silence was broken by a simple remark from Ral, and Fisher smiled as well, and stretched out his hand to Ral, who was sitting on the ground, and pulled her up.

"I also wonder how the little guy who only knew what was hiding in Mill's arms suddenly came to use a dagger."

"It's a long story, it's all for the New Dragon Court."

Ral clapped her hands, she approached Fisher, in contrast, she was less than half Fisher's height suddenly jumped a lot, and now it was under Fisher's ribs, she patted Fisher's shoulder, and said,

"But you don't want to hear that, do you? Come with me, I'll take you to Rafa Ahhhhhhhhh ”

Ral was about to say something with a smile, but in the afterglow, he suddenly saw an eye on Fisher's chest and in front of his own face blinking towards him. At first, she thought it was a hallucination from her own battle, but upon closer inspection, she realized that the thing had not disappeared, but had blinked faster, as if it was looking at herself.

She hurriedly took a step back and said defensively.

Emhart was so angry that he flew out of Fisher's arms and scolded Ral,

"Your mother, I'm the great book Sir Emhart, not an ugly thing! It's the first time I've met such an impolite dragonrace, and it's good, you've managed to lower my overall opinion of the dragonrace, and I've decided that I'm going to put Rafael two more people off the list! ”

"Fisher, what. What list? ”

Lal looked at Fisher next to him with a blank face, and he pulled him back into his hands with an expressionless face, just explaining,

"Nothing, just to introduce, this is the book Sir Emhart, a good friend of mine, who cares more about what others call him, and doesn't care."

Emhardt slowly stopped after hearing Fisher's "good friend", and although he still stared at Lahr in front of him with an unkind face, he finally stopped acting as Fisher's "self-destructing truck" to disrupt his rhythm, which was already under a lot of pressure.

"So, I'm really sorry I just ... I'm just scared of you. Come on, come with me, Fischer, Rafael is on Front One, some distance from here. ”

"Front 1?"

"Ah, it's at the forefront of our battle line with the puppet court."

Ral didn't say much, just picked up the hook lock that Fisher had thrown away next to him and carried it on his shoulder, as if even such a weapon was indispensable to the Red Dragon Court.

"You're still so powerful now, just like back then, so different from other humans, so many of us can't do anything about you"

Ral and Fisher moved quickly in the extremely secret direction of the mountains, not for a leisurely stroll, but for the whole time they jumped extremely quickly on the dense forests and cliffs, but looking at Ral's very familiar appearance, she knew that she did not know how many times she had walked.

Of course, they were not idle as they went, and they talked as if they were in the carriage, but the questions raised by the stupid Lahr were no longer so immature and laughable,

"I'm curious why you're targeting me."

In fact, when Fisher entered the town earlier, he found that he would unconsciously put pressure on other non-mythical ranks, which was beyond Fisher's control. Although when he was in the Sanctuary in the past, he felt that most of the time, those mythical and even nineteenth-order archangels were quite gentle.

So he concluded that the mythical hierarchy should have some way of reducing its presence, making itself less visible and oppressive.

He has tried during this time, such as subjectively restraining his movements and becoming reticent, but from the fact that Ingrid wants to remind himself many times with body language, he doesn't know that it seems to be useless at all.

It would be strange, then, that these subhuman soldiers would target themselves.

Ral jumped quickly in front of him, but looked back at Fisher in confusion, and said to him,

"Ah, because we often block the puppet court offensive that we want to advance, so we usually see strangers who will control them first Of course, except for you, there will be no lost passers-by here. And you're wearing a little bigger than before, and it's been so long, so I didn't recognize you for a while. ”

Some of the answers were not answered, but Fisher had already realized that it seemed that Ral, who was in front of him, was completely unaware that he was of the mythical rank, and only thought that he was still very powerful.

This is a bit strange.

Fisher didn't ask any more questions, but followed after Ral, who was wagging his tail slightly.

Her tail was shorter and thinner than Rafael's, but Fisher always felt that the dragonmen's tails were actually like the vapors and scales elsewhere, reflecting their mood to a certain extent, and sometimes even unaware of it.

Their speed was fast, and less than a quarter of an hour later, they stopped in front of a strange, naturally occurring hollowed-out cavern. But the surroundings were still empty, looking little alive, and it should not be the general headquarters of the front-line operations in Rafael.

Lal stopped where he was, then turned to Fisher and said,

"Fisher, you'll just wait here for a moment, okay? I'm sorry, I can't take you to Rafael and the command office of the front for the time being, not because I don't trust you, it's just that now since a long time ago, many of our comrades-in-arms who are fighting are prejudiced against humans in the Western Continent, and this is not something that Rafael can decide alone. I don't want to cause trouble for Rafael, and I don't want your long-awaited reunion to smell of gunpowder."

"I understand, thank you, Ral."

Her gaze was a little evasive, but she seemed to be more willing to be the "wicked person" herself than Rafael's words later.

But fortunately, Fisher had already planned to do so before he came.

So at the moment, he just nodded his head to show his understanding.

Ral gratefully turned her head to look at Fisher in front of her, and then she threw the dagger in her hand to Fisher in the distance. Under Fisher's puzzled gaze, she turned her back, ready to leave before the voice came again,

"Fix your hair and stubble, if you want, though I don't think Rafael will care."

"Because you're the same as before."

With that, she jumped up against the cliff next to her, and leaped towards the dense forest farther away, and soon disappeared from Fisher's field of vision, not knowing where she was going.

"Hah, this dragonman. Well, I'll forgive her for the time being. But it's really rare, according to their perspective, you've been gone for more than five years. How long did you and them last on this trip to the Southern Continent? ”

"It didn't take long."

"Really? This is really strange, I thought that the dragon songs recorded in the wilderness were fake. I had read that there was a black dragon man who had a dragon man of the same clan who fell in love at first sight, and he went to great lengths to attract the attention of the yellow dragon man and finally married her. It was only two months into the process, and it was even more tragic that the black dragonman's wife died of illness after marrying him."

Fisher walked into the cave with his dagger in hand, and Emhardt stood on his shoulder, groaning,

"It's hard to imagine that after his wife's death, he began to write his wife's 'dragon song' on one wall, and until he died, he wrote more than 200 songs, all over the wall. It is an obscure language to read, and legend has it that it is the voice of the soul. As long as you can sing it, you can feel the emotions contained in it. It's a pity that Fema's Baharonting has been dead for so long, and I don't see anyone who can write it now, and I've only seen it in the monuments. ”

Fisher nodded, and found a dripping rock in the cavern, and beneath that was a pool of clear water that shimmered and vaguely reflected his approximate appearance.

It's also enough.

Fisher raised his dagger and was about to trim his long hair and stubble, but only then did he notice a strange engraving of a short line of words in Nari on the hilt.

He looked down, and saw that it was written,

"Bread"

Fisher couldn't help but smile dumbly at the words, but then, he raised his dagger and began to comb his appearance.

"Click."

"Click."

"Click."

His movements were gentle and slow, and his mind gradually calmed down in the process. Everything around him was so quiet that even Emhardt's bored yawning, flying and complaining about what the dragons were calling "Rafael" were no longer audible.

It wasn't until the hair on the ground fell to the ground, and then, as if it had come to life in his eyes, turned into black, unrecognizable worms and flesh wriggling, and slowly turned into ashes, that he suddenly stopped the blade in his hand.

Because at this moment, in the extremely acute perception of his mythical rank, behind him, in the distance there, he suddenly heard an extremely rapid running sound

There was also a gasp that could not be caught regularly, the grinding of armor against armor, armor against scales

He didn't look back, but listened to the running footsteps getting faster and faster, until even Emhart seemed to hear them, and flew back into his arms, sticking out only one eye to look carefully at the hole outside where the sun was shining so brightly that it seemed to separate the inner and outer worlds.

But Fisher still didn't look back, just clenched the blade in his hand little by little.

"Stampede, stomp, stomp."

The closer I got to the cave, the slower the sound of the otherwise hurried footsteps became.

It seemed to be some kind of disbelief, as if it was some kind of uncertain hesitation, until the figure saw the cave, and saw the figure in the cave with its back to her, that her steps really became extremely slow, as if every step was moving with difficulty.

Until she reached the entrance of the cave, blocking out the sunlight, and a scorching figure in armor, with long hair and tail raised, fell on Fisher's back.

Emhart swallowed a mouthful of saliva and looked at the dragon shadow at the mouth of the cave.

Until she moved forward, past the bolt of the sunlight, and into the cavern.

The shadow crept down from Fisher until it fell to the ground, towards her body.

And at this moment, Fisher also turned back little by little, and took the figure not far behind him into his eyes.

It was a wisp of soul that seemed to be burning, and the faint steam of her body lingered so gracefully in Fisher's eyes.

The tail behind her cocked in disbelief, and then fluttered like a rattlesnake as it drooped down and clinged to her feet, like a delicate maiden, timidly looking at the gentleman in the distance.

She clenched her fist a little, and the scales of her body, which were used as a protective second layer of armor, quivered again, as if attracted by some indescribable attraction.

She didn't wear a helmet, and her long red hair, like a waterfall, fell over her heroic armor. The expression on her extremely beautiful face could not be described at the moment, and Fisher only felt that the muscles near her eyes were constantly rising and falling weakly.

Under a pair of bright horns, the man's figure crashed into the turquoise eyes like a pool of clear spring and lake water, and then there were layers of ripples visible to the naked eye.

The dragon race in front of him is a rare number of dragons with red scales; The dragon race in front of her is the dragon queen of the stubborn dragon court in the south of the Southern Continent.

The dragon race in front of him is Fisher's tail-fitting companion, Rafael.

"Fee"

In the past few years, her appearance has not changed much, as clear as when she left, but she is no longer impulsive.

She approached Fisher little by little, and the two people who had been separated for a long time met again at this time, and perhaps even Fisher felt that there should be some discomfort.

The longing for Rafael and the feeling of desperate to meet him, the words he had been brewing for a long time and wanted to say to her, had now become blank with the other party's face.

He didn't know what to say, and just like Rafael in front of him, his lips fluttered for a long time, but only one of his names was revealed.

Damn, say something!

Emhart, who was staying in Fisher's arms, had never seen any strong winds and waves, and at this moment he looked at Fisher in the east and Rafael in the west, and he really wanted to say this sentence and wake up the confusion of these two people.

But he didn't do it after all, but honestly pretended to be a lifeless and thoughtless book, leaving everything about the reunion to their own feelings.

There is not a word in the words, but the distance between them is getting closer and closer.

It was in this proximity that Rafael's tail and scales, or soul, had already felt something first.

As if she had entered the correct password, the sharp layers of scales on her body began to collapse visibly and in shock, and from them exhaled an extremely high steam, as if it were some kind of joyful hymn.

At the moment when that phenomenon appeared, all the estrangement and strangeness that had not been formed for a long time disappeared, leaving only the heavy thoughts that were satisfied and the grievances that many people wanted to confide in.

Rafael's eyes ached, and then he threw himself into Fisher's arms, as if to sink himself into his body.

Her tail coiled up in circles, scaring Emhart out of place, leaving a place for Rafael to lean on.

"Woo woo"

“.”

Fisher also reached out and hugged her tightly, even though it was separated by a layer of armor, but it still couldn't stop the scorching heat.

Even Rafael and Fisher didn't expect that at this moment, her two horns, which were originally completely illusory to Fisher, actually touched Fisher's body firmly, and along the place where the other party's horns and Fisher's body touched, it seemed to build an invisible covered bridge, connecting the two people tightly.

At this moment, they are really like a real dragon couple, connecting their souls with dragon horns and scales, so that they have the love of the dragon race that the world praises.

A hot tear ran down her face, and then she raised her head and touched her horn against Fisher's, drawing closer and closer to herself.

It was only now that she finally put her mind at ease

Everything she feels now is not a dream, but real.

The person in front of him is Fisher, the Fisher he has missed for a long time.

She rubbed the other party's face and said,

"It's great you're back, Fisher"

And Fisher also lowered his head, took everything she had, and said softly,

"yes, I'm back, Rafael." (End of chapter)