Chapter 58: 57. Dessert
The night was deep, and Fisher watched as the magic rune carved on the fire pile in front of him began to sway precariously, the flames flickering dimly.
Ordinary magic runes dissipate after being used once. If one wishes to use it multiple times, an additional “Perpetual Cycle” must be engraved on the ring. This is an advanced magic technique that allows the magic rune to be used continuously before the Perpetual Cycle part dissipates.
He had added about three cycles to the fire pile, and now the last cycle was about to dissipate, but after this, he probably wouldn’t need to use this thing anymore.
Once he reached Krit Port, he could head directly back to Saint Nali, which is recognized as the most prosperous city on the Western Continent and is also Fisher’s hometown.
“Lord Fisher, is it alright to leave it like this?”
At that moment, above the fire pile, Mill was boiling a pot of natural tree sap drink. In the evening, Fisher discovered a kind of honey fruit tree here, which secretes a sap with high sugar content. He often saw vendors selling this natural drink when he was a child.
It was Mill’s first time using human cooking utensils, and she was very fond of the various iron spoons and spatulas. According to her, most of the ironware in the tribe was weapons, with few used for cooking.
“Well, this should be drinkable. You can take it to Ral and the others to taste.”
“Okay, won’t you drink it, Lord Fisher?”
“No need, I have a substitute.”
Fisher raised the iron wine flask in his hand, which he had also bought in Feilon City, a bustling place that even sold rum from the Western Continent, allowing Fisher to try a taste on his journey.
The gentlemen of Nali have their own hobbies; they greatly enjoy cigarettes, fine wines, and ladies. Nali boasts four of the seven most famous breweries on the Western Continent, which shows how much they cherish these things.
As Mill took the pot of tree sap to where Ral and the others were playing with water, Raphael slowly jumped down from the trees and came to Fisher’s side.
“I didn’t see anyone else coming this way, but it seems there are no more gunshots or cannon fire in the distance, so that should be over too.”
Both Fisher and Raphael understood the outcome of this war, and Fisher only nodded to indicate that he knew.
“You’ve come of age; would you like to try some human-brewed wine?”
“Even those from the Dragon Race can drink before they come of age; alcohol is just a normal beverage for us.”
Raphael leaned close to Fisher and sniffed the liquid in the flask, then joked with an expressionless face,
“This concentration of alcohol is probably only considered water among the Dragon Race. If I get the chance, I must let you try our flame wine. After I drank it before, I’d breathe fire with one exhale; I often competed with my brothers to see whose flames went higher.”
That said, she still took the wine cup from Fisher and gulped down half a cup as if it were water, showing no reaction.
“I’ve told you a lot about our tribe; now tell me about yours. I’m very interested in where you live.”
“Now you’re curious about me?”
Fisher took the wine flask she handed over and asked expressionlessly.
“Hmph, to avoid being called arrogant by someone again, right?”
Fisher pondered for a second and then began speaking in the Nali language. Some words were quite complicated to explain in Dragon Language, but with Raphael’s current level of Nali, she should be able to understand if he slowed down his speech a bit.
“I’ve been an orphan since I was little, growing up in an orphanage in Saint Nali. An orphanage is a place for many children who have lost their parents. After that, I studied for a few years at a church school, which is—”
As Fisher spoke, he explained some terms about human society that she was very unfamiliar with. She had seen them before but didn’t know that it was the human church. The Dragon Race relies entirely on parental education and of course doesn’t know what a school is. Fisher patiently taught her bit by bit.
“Then who is Renee?”
Raphael asked casually, as if she remembered the incident when they were attacked and kidnapped by that group of Subhumans in the cave. The bird that flew down from the sky said it was bringing a message to Renee, and even if Raphael was a bit slow, she understood that it was a female name.
Fisher opened his mouth but momentarily lost his words. This odd behavior turned Raphael’s casual inquiry into intentional curiosity, and her jade eyes fixed on the man next to her.
Not sensing the somewhat dangerous gaze beside him, Fisher simply hadn’t decided how to evaluate Renee.
“A sorceress, a unique Subhuman of the Western Continent. I taught her some magic theory for a while, and many of the spells on my staff were completed with her help. She has a wicked personality and enjoys mocking others, but I must admit, even among sorceresses, her magical talent is quite outstanding.”
Raphael stared at Fisher’s profile for a long time, then withdrew her gaze and said,
“Oh, I see.”
Fisher’s catchphrase was stolen by Raphael in that moment, as was the expressionless look on his face.
Raphael suddenly regretted asking Fisher about other women’s opinions because even if Fisher’s evaluations were normal, it seemed like she would feel unhappy whenever he praised other women.
Although she was also very curious about that Renee, it was all quite contradictory.
“Then, are all other humans like those I met on the Southern Continent?”
In the next moment, Raphael stiffly changed the subject.
“Not all of them, but most of them are. Theoretically, there are no officially affiliated humans here; those with official backgrounds tend to be worse than the humans here.”
“You’re indeed a strange human, casually saying such things about your own kind.”
“I’m just speaking the truth. My liking you doesn’t mean I have to belittle them, nor does being human mean I need to elevate them.” Fisher put down the wine flask. This small amount of alcohol wasn’t much; he took a deep breath and remained clear-headed. “After all, the truth won’t easily change because of my few words. You’re not blind; you can simply see it.”
Like. Liking!?
Raphael paused slightly and then her face gradually turned as red as the fire pile, her tail swaying with excitement, seemingly completely elated.
This human!
It seemed like it was the first time he expressed his feelings so directly.
Could it be the influence of the alcohol?
Raphael secretly glanced at his normal demeanor, and after confirming that he was clear-headed, her face grew even redder.
Why can someone say such things so earnestly?
And why does she find this earnest confession more touching?!
“Um, um, I—”
“Lord Raphael, Lord Fisher, Ral and the others are a bit tired; I’ll take them back to rest.”
Just when Raphael was about to speak, Mill’s voice came from behind, causing Raphael’s tail to panic upright. She turned to look at the front of the carriage, where Mill was holding a yawning Ral followed by Keshil and Fashir.
Ral opened her “big mouth” and yawned, then rubbed her eyes and leaned against Mill’s embrace,
“Goodnight, Fisher, Lord Raphael. I’m so sleepy!”
Fisher nodded, and only then did they walk into the carriage.
“Let’s rest too.”
He collected the fire pile in front of him, and Raphael tidied up the surrounding area. Once Fisher set up the protective magic, he walked to his room with Raphael silently following behind.
By the time he realized something and turned to look at the door, Raphael had already quietly closed it, her face somewhat flushed, her gaze lost in thought. After several seconds of waiting, she finally turned her beautiful pink face back and tucked a strand of falling red hair behind her long ear.
“You were talking about liking me, right?” She reached out to tug at Fisher’s shirt, then looked up at him with her jade eyes, “Prove it to me.”
“I still have injuries.”
Just as Fisher was about to take off his white shirt, the bandages were still on him. Given Raphael’s intensity, it seemed he would fall apart soon.
However, such a pale excuse seemed easy to overlook in front of the appropriate Dragon Race. She just wanted Fisher.
In the next moment, Raphael ignored his words, her fervent gaze pushing against his bandaged chest, driving him backward until he had no choice but to sit on the edge of the bed. She boldly leaned against him, the heat of her scales igniting her soul, and she let out a fragrant breath that landed perfectly on Fisher’s neck.
Raphael pressed down on Fisher’s chest, sniffed his scent, and looped her tail around his waist, confirming that he could not escape or resist before licking her lips like a lady from Saint Nali about to enjoy an afternoon dessert, her jade eyes sparkling.
“Isn’t this better?”
“…”
Please track and vote, thank you all.
(*`*)
(The end of this chapter)
