Chapter 66 - 57

Dessert 66: 57.

Dessert The night had deepened, and Fisher watched as the Magic Emblem carved into the campfire began to wobble and the flames flickered dimly.

Usual Magic Emblems would dissipate after a single use, but to reuse them multiple times, one must engrave an additional “Continuous Cycle” on the circle.

This was an advanced magic technique, allowing the Magic Emblem to be used continuously before the existence of the Continuous Cycle partition.

He had added about three cycles to the campfire, and now the last cycle was also about to dissipate, but thereafter, there probably wouldn’t be any need to use it anymore.

Once he arrived at Krit Port, he could go directly back to Saint Nali, the most flourishing city recognized on the Western Continent and also Fisher’s hometown.

“Lord Fisher, is this set right?”

At that moment, above the campfire, Mier was boiling a pot of natural tree sap drink.

That evening, Fisher had discovered a honey candy tree secreting high-sugar sap, which he often saw merchants selling as a natural drink in his childhood.

Mier was using Human kitchen utensils for the first time.

She was very fond of the various iron spoons and spatulas.

According to her, most of the iron tools in her tribe were weapons, rarely used as kitchenware.

“Hmm, the color looks about right; you should take it to Lar and the others to try.”

“Okay, won’t you have some, Lord Fisher?”

“No need, I have an alternative.”

Fisher raised the iron liquor flask he held in his hand, which he had also bought in Philone City.

The city was bustling, even selling rum from the Western Continent, allowing Fisher to taste it on his journey.

Nali gentlemen had their own preferences; cigarettes, fine spirits, and ladies were all greatly cherished by them.

The Western Continent was famed for its seven major distilleries, four of which were in Nali, showing their fondness for such indulgences.

When Mier walked over with the pot of tree sap to find Lar and the others who were playing in the water, Lord Raphael slowly descended from the treetops and came over to Fisher’s side.

“I didn’t see any other people approaching from this direction, and it seems there are no gunshots or cannon fire in the distance anymore, probably it’s all over now.”

Fisher and Lord Raphael both knew very well the outcome of this war and Fisher just nodded to indicate he understood.

“You’re of age now; want to try a bit of the drink brewed by humans?”

“Even if not of age, the dragon-man species can consume alcohol; for us, it’s just an ordinary drink.”

Lord Raphael leaned closer to Fisher, sniffed the liquid in the flask, and then jokingly remarked with no change in expression,

“Your type of beverage would probably be considered water among the dragon-man species.

If there’s a chance, I’ll let you taste our Flames liquor.

I used to breathe fire the moment I drank it and we’d often see who could produce taller flames.”

Still, she took the cup of liquor from Fisher’s hand and guzzled down half of it like she was drinking water, showing no reaction whatsoever.

“I’ve told you quite a bit about my tribe; now tell me about your life.

I’m quite interested…”

“Now you’re curious about me?”

Fisher took the flask handed back to him, asking with an unchanged expression.

“Hmph, to avoid being called arrogant by someone again.”

Fisher pondered for a second, then switched to speaking Nali Language, as some terms were complicated to explain in Dragon Language, and at Lord Raphael’s current level of Nali, slowing down the speech should make it understandable.

“I was an orphan since childhood, grew up in Saint Nali’s orphanage…an orphanage is basically a place that houses many children who have lost their parents.

Then I studied in the Church School for a few years, the Church is…”

As he spoke, Fisher gradually introduced her to some unfamiliar Human society terms.

She had seen them before but didn’t know that these represented the Human Church, and being raised solely by parents, the dragon-man species wouldn’t know what schools were.

Fisher patiently taught her little by little.

“Who is Renie?”

Lord Raphael asked casually, seemingly recalling the time they were attacked and kidnapped by demi-humans in a cave, when the bird that flew from the sky had mentioned bringing a message to Renie; even if Lord Raphael was oblivious, she knew it was a female’s name.

Fisher opened his mouth but was momentarily at a loss for words; this strange behavior turned Lord Raphael’s casual question into a pointed one, her blue gaze intensifying on the man beside her.

Unaware of the now somewhat dangerous gaze beside him, Fisher was just unsure how to appraise Renie.

“A witch, a unique demi-human species of the Western Continent; I taught her Magic Theory for a while.

Many of the magics on my handcane were completed with her help.

She’s a woman of unpleasant temperament, taking pleasure in teasing others, but I have to admit, her magical talent is exceptionally remarkable even among witches.”

Lord Raphael stared at Fisher’s profile for a long moment before withdrawing her gaze, saying,

“Oh, like that.”

Fisher’s catchphrase was temporarily stolen by Rafael, even his expressionless face was stolen as well.

Rafael suddenly regretted asking Fisher about his opinions on other women, because it seemed that no matter how normal Fisher’s comments were, she felt unhappy whenever he praised other women.

Though curious about who Renie really was, she was fundamentally conflicted.

“So, are all other humans like those we’ve met on the South Continent?”

The next second, Rafael awkwardly changed the subject.

“Not all of them, but most are.

Technically, there are no officially backed humans here; the official ones are even worse than the locals.”

“You really are a peculiar human, to speak so about your own kind.”

“I’m just telling the truth, not undermining them because I love you, nor exalting them because I’m a human,” Fisher put down the jug.

Although the amount of alcohol was not significant, he took a clear-headed breath, “Anyway, the truth won’t change because of a few words from me; you’re not blind, you can easily see for yourself.”

Love!?

Rafael blinked, then her face gradually blushed to the color of the campfire and her tail flicked to and fro, seeming to leap with joy.

This…

this human!

It seemed like the first time he had so openly expressed his feelings…

Was it because of the alcohol?

Rafael covertly glanced at his sober expression, and her face reddened even more after confirming his lucidity.

Why could someone say such things so seriously?

And why did such a serious confession seem more appealing?!

“Um…

um, I…”

“Lord Rafael, Lord Fisher, Lar and the others are getting sleepy, I will take them back to rest.”

Just as Rafael was about to speak, Mier’s voice came from behind, causing Rafael’s tail to flutter anxiously as she turned her head towards the front of the wagon where Mier held the yawning Lar, followed by Kexier and Fasher.

Lar yawned a “blood basin” yawn, then rubbed her eyes and leaned into Mier’s embrace,

“Goodnight…

Fisher, Lord Rafael…

Lar is very sleepy.”

Fisher nodded, and then they walked into the wagon.

“We should rest as well.”

He put out the fire in front of him; Rafael also tidied up the surroundings.

After Fisher had set up the protective magic, they walked to their rooms.

Rafael followed silently.

When he realized something and turned to look at the door, Rafael had already quietly closed it, her cheeks a bit flushed, contemplating something in her gaze.

After several seconds, she turned her beautiful pink face around, and pushed a strand of red hair behind her slender ear.

“You said…

you love me, right…” She reached out and grabbed Fisher’s shirt, then looked up into his eyes, “Prove it to me.”

“I still have injuries.”

Fisher was just preparing to take off his white shirt; he was still wrapped in bandages, and given Rafael’s intense behavior, it seemed like it might fall apart soon,

yet such a pale excuse seemed negligible in front of Rafael, the passionately tail-fitting Dragon-man Species.

She just wanted Fisher.

The next moment, Rafael disregarded his words, her gaze fiery as she pushed his bandaged chest back with her claw, until he had no place to retreat and sat at the edge of the bed.

She then boldly leaned against him, her hot scales seeming to ignite her soul as she exhaled a fragrant breath, precisely on Fisher’s neck.

Rafael pressed against Fisher’s chest, sniffed his scent, and her tail encircled his waist locking him in place, until she was sure he couldn’t break free, then she licked her lips like a Saint Nali Lady about to enjoy an afternoon dessert, her blue eyes sparkling.

“Isn’t this better?”