Chapter 10 - 10

Keken 10: 10.

Keken Mr.

Fisher lit a cigarette at the door.

Clad in a well-fitted black suit paired with his youthful and handsome appearance, the surrounding coachmen couldn’t help but glance sideways.

They wondered what kind of noble family could attract such a gentleman to willingly work as a coachman?

At that moment, various speculations surfaced in their minds, unbeknownst to Mr.

Fisher himself.

Before he had finished his cigarette, the carriage door slowly opened, revealing a simple skirt.

Although the color was plain, the style was appropriate and could certainly be considered ladylike, if one could ignore the dragon tail hanging down from the skirt and her bold stance.

“Very nice, it seems my design skills are still on point…”

Mr.

Fisher glanced at Rafael who was also looking at her own body, making such a remark.

But obviously, with the dragon-man’s brain, she couldn’t understand the human preference for such clothes.

She felt the attire more cumbersome than armor, with so much fabric that even her tail couldn’t stretch comfortably.

“The tail still doesn’t feel quite right.”

Indeed, human taste was the worst.

Seeing her lift her tail again, unnaturally lifting the back of her skirt, Mr.

Fisher pointed at her back with a frustrated face.

“Keep your tail still, let it hang…

This outfit is already the most suitable for you, and it won’t affect your combat abilities.

Once your wounds heal, you should be able to run at full strength in a day or two, but if you can’t resist acting today, I can accept that…

Have you put on the underwear?”

Mr.

Fisher’s gaze fell on her tail hanging between the skirts, and for some reason, Rafael could always hear a lot of expectations in his tone, which made her suspect that he had some trap waiting for her.

“Underwear…

what is that?”

Rafael glanced at Mr.

Fisher, then spoke with a bit of confusion.

Mr.

Fisher didn’t respond but simply stretched out his index fingers and drew a triangle in the air before looking at her seriously.

Rafael opened her mouth as if she hadn’t caught on yet, then suddenly her tail shot up and she shouted,

“I’m wearing it!

I’m wearing it!

Isn’t it on your instructions!!”

She became somewhat embarrassed and angry, and steam began seeping through her clothes while the screeching sound startled the coachmen at the Horse Parking, who were taking a noon nap, causing them to look up.

“That’s good, come with me.”

Mr.

Fisher slightly curved the corners of his mouth, put on his hat, and walked outside with his hand cane.

This human…

Rafael clenched her teeth.

She felt a hopeless irritation towards Mr.

Fisher, who teased her, only now realizing that the human hid a demon-like soul beneath his serious exterior, extremely annoying.

She hadn’t moved yet, but the man in front suddenly snapped his fingers, and the carriage lit up with a purple glow, isolating everything inside as if just to urge her to hurry up, which also startled Rafael.

Once my wounds heal, I must kill him!

Rafael silently affirmed her resolve to deal with the annoying human ahead but still flicked her tail and followed the footsteps of the man in front.

Leaving the Horse Parking, Mr.

Fisher moved swiftly, passing countless travelers along the way—newsboys, soldiers, and of course, the little lads they had already seen on the carriage.

The area was still under construction, the roads muddy, with occasional sounds of carriages jostling and people chatting nearby.

Despite it being noon, several ladies in pajamas lazed on the balcony of the second floor.

Their pure white gowns barely covered their breasts, generously revealing their collarbones and shoulders.

One lady with a pipe caught sight of the rushing Mr.

Fisher, her eyes brightening as if a hawk had spotted its prey—after all, well-dressed, handsome gentlemen were always their favorite.

The nights filled with romance and pleasure always yielded handsome rewards.

Thus, she lightly plucked a rose planted on the adjacent balcony and dropped it as Mr.

Fisher passed by.

Mr.

Fisher, sensing it, caught the falling rose.

He slightly raised his hat brim, just in time to see the blonde lady on the second floor winking at him.

Mr.

Fisher kissed the rose towards the lady and made a gentlemanly gesture, causing the lady on the balcony to blush slightly, almost dropping her pipe from the second floor.

“What a gentle gentleman, such a pity…”

Watching Mr.

Fisher walking further away with the rose, she thought.

Further away, Rafael, who had already reached the entrance of a shop, looked incredulously at Mr.

Fisher selecting goods and asked,

“So, this is how your humans court each other?”

Mr.

Fisher picked up the fruit sold by the store and gently sniffed its scent before responding,

“Courting?”

The disdainful look on Rafael’s face beside him piqued his interest, so he handed the fruit back to the storekeeper and casually pointed to a few others as he said, “This isn’t about courting, it’s just her way of attracting customers.

To her, I’m a bit special because of my appearance and attire, she thinks she can gain something in return through this method…

She might do this with a dozen men every day, and occasionally one or two would be enticed up to spend the night together, only to be severely overcharged…”

Rafael gaped, then said with extreme surprise,

“Wait, you mean…

she would do that kind of thing?

And with so many…

so many people?”

“If by ‘that kind of thing’ you aren’t referring to something else, then yes, that’s about the size of it…”

Mr.

Fisher paid the storekeeper, took the fruits and flowers, and placed them all into Rafael’s hands, turning her into a sort of storage rack, though she was still engrossed in the conversation they just had and had not yet noticed.

Rafael shuddered all over, as uncomfortably as a human getting goosebumps, even feeling reluctance to hold the flowers in her hand as if the roses were contaminated by something invisible.

Mr.

Fisher ignored her, carried his hand cane, and continued forward, interested in buying a magic item that could create fire, just like the one in his carriage.

However, such items seemed scarce in this part of the South Continent, and the city’s only magic shop merely sold some disposable magic items and raw materials.

It seemed he would have to make one himself.

Creating a magic item was extremely difficult and time-consuming, and if it weren’t necessary, Mr.

Fisher wouldn’t want to do it at all.

But since he had already driven that person away, he regretted not having her make more items, which could have just repaid his expenses on her.

Mr.

Fisher and Rafael, who was carrying the magic materials, came out of the store, and he picked up the next topic, chatting about her companions.

Besides genuinely being interested in the Dragon-men, the most important thing was to keep Rafael talking so that she wouldn’t realize that she was continually carrying things.

It was a strategy that killed two birds with one stone.

Initially, Rafael was reluctant to talk more since she still harbored a strong suspicion towards Mr.

Fisher, but after Mr.

Fisher shared some information about the human world, she, as if wanting to repay the information, mentioned some trivial matters of her tribe, especially about Lar.

“Lar, that guy, is the youngest child in their family, and also the most mischievous one among eleven siblings.”

“Eleven?”

“Um…

their family has the fewest children in our tribe; missing Lar her mother would indeed be very sad…”

“The fewest?”

Even Mr.

Fisher, who had studied demi-humans for many years, couldn’t help but blink in surprise upon hearing this peculiar information.

“Mr.

Fisher!

Mr.

Fisher!

Please wait a moment!”

Just as Mr.

Fisher and Rafael had just entered the main street and the topic had slowly shifted from the mischief-maker Lar to issues of childbirth, a man’s voice speaking in Nali Language loudly called out from behind.

Mr.

Fisher turned around, only to see a luxury but restrained carriage stopped next to them.

The carriage’s curtain was drawn back, revealing a young man inside dressed in a Saint Nali suit, with a light beard and an excited expression on his face.

“Who are you?”

“It really is you!

I’m Keken, also a graduate of the Nali Royal Academy, two grades junior to you!”

Seeing that it was Mr.

Fisher, the bearded gentleman in the suit grew even more excited, hurriedly stepping past the coachman and jumping down from the carriage.

So he was a student from the Nali Royal Academy; Mr.

Fisher had completed his own university studies there, acquired his degree from that place, and was somewhat of a notably famous figure, so it was normal for the younger alumni to recognize him.

“I see, a pleasure to meet…

is there something you need from me?”

“May I have the honor of inviting you to share a lunch with me?”

Mr.

Fisher shook his hand, but in the next moment, Keken grabbed Mr.

Fisher’s hand and wouldn’t let go, shaking and pleading with him.

His overwhelming enthusiasm caught Mr.

Fisher a bit off guard, even making it hard for him to maintain his composure.

Just as he was about to step back, he got pulled back by the hand Keken had seized.

Wait a second…

Keken?

Isn’t this place called Keken City?

Is this guy the City Lord?

Watching the overly excited and flushed face of Keken, Mr.

Fisher seemed to think of something.

Then, he gently pulled his hand from Keken’s grasp, glanced at the bewildered Rafael beside him, nodded, and accepted the invitation.

“That would be troubling, but actually, I do have some things I’d like to ask you about.”