Within the dense jungles of the Southern Continent, quite a few Dragon-kins pitched up tiny little tents, and again pitched up small fire lamps beside the tents. Places close to water sources in sumr possessed exceedingly many mosquitoes and insects. The blood of adult Dragon-kins was exceedingly scorching hot; mosquitoes and insects wouldn't bite their skin. But regarding newly born little Dragon-kins it would be different.
Therefore in order to avoid the bodies of little Dragon-kins being entirely covered in bumps, Dragon-kins would then ignite a kind of specially manufactured fire lamp to drive away mosquitoes and insects.
Raphaela walked across the gathering grounds within the jungle all along the way. Many Dragon-kins bowed toward her. There were also quite a few Dragon-kins facing her with cold eyes; they were all followers of her own brothers. But Raphaela fundantally didn't care about their gazes, because her several brothers were all still lying on the ground fundantally unable to move a single bit.
Many Dragon-kins all slept upon trees. There were still quite a few guards standing night sentry. Going slightly further inwards, a horse carriage parked at the periphery of the jungle. With one look this was not the craftsmanship of Dragon-kins, but rather a thing of humans.
But since these few months ago, Dragon-kins had already grown accustod to this carriage mount of Raphaela's. During dayti when hurrying along the journey, Raphaela could place the injured Dragon-kins into the carriage compartnt bringing them along hurrying on the journey. However the mont night arrived, Raphaela would then chase them out.
At night she occasionally would rest inside for a period of ti, but wouldn't be too long. This ti was also identical like so. She indeed was sowhat exhausted, therefore she wanted to return to rest a bit, yet saw a familiar blue Dragon-kin beside the horse carriage: Lar.
She silently gazed at the horse carriage before her eyes. Only until Raphaela was close did she flusteredly turn her head over, bearing an appearance of being embarrassed,
"Lord Raphaela."
"Lar..." Raphaela cast a glance at the Lar before her eyes, saying, "Thinking of Fisher again?"
Lar puckered her lips. Nodding her head, yet shaking her head again,
"Un, I occasionally will frequently dream of when we still lived on the horse carriage travelling together with him, going inside the cities of humans..."
Raphaela helplessly smiled, stroking her head, asking,
"Do you regret coming back with ?"
If not coming back, she then wouldn't need to rush about wandering together with the entire Dragon-kin tribe, nor would she personally see her own elder brother die from losing too much blood. They would also still be able to continue the pleasant travels, days where there was no need to think of anything at all.
But Lar pondered for a mont, yet resolutely shook her head,
"I don't regret. If not returning, elder brother then wouldn't be able to see for the final ti; mother would also be worried about ... Lord Raphaela, we will still see Fisher later, right?"
"...We will, I promise."
Raphaela gazed at the distant starry skies, promising exactly like so. But because of lacking rest for a long ti, she truly felt sowhat sleepy and exhausted. Even the scenes before her eyes all began to trace into indistinct trances exactly like that. She exhaled a breath of air saying,
"Lar, help stand the night sentry a bit tonight right. I will rest a bit."
Ironically speaking, she herself resting within her own tribe still required people to stand night sentry, otherwise Raphaela was worried her own brothers at so unknown ti would then assemble a massive large group of people killing herself.
"Okay~"
Raphaela brought Lar entering Fisher's carriage compartnt. The displays and ornants here were perfectly unchanged exactly as when leaving Fisher like that. Raphaela walked into Fisher's room, gently leaning upon Fisher's previous bed.
And Lar conversely obediently hugged the books Fisher previously gave Raphaela for studying the Naris Language beside her reading. Recently she had also been currently studying the Naris Language of humans. She was truly too small. Although wanting to help out a bit, but truly didn't know what was good to do exactly.
Faxir and Kexir were about to guard Raphaela, helping her supervise the movents of the people within the tribe, and still had to help treat the wounds of those injured people. Mill conversely was preserving provisions for everyone, producing food. Only herself, seemingly as long as she was obediently not adding into the ss she was then helping out.
But Lar didn't want things like this. She wanted to prove she herself could also help out.
Raphaela clearly previously still felt extrely sleepy, but having truly gotten onto the bed rely squinting for a while she then awoke again. But she temporarily was still unwilling to leave Fisher's bed. Perfectly like lingering attachnt normally, she silently buried her head within the bedding entirely.
Only until a good while, did she suddenly recall: she herself had placed that copy of the map he gifted to herself beneath the pillow; since this period of ti she hadn't properly studied and perused it.
"Is Lord Raphaela unable to sleep?"
Lar saw Raphaela again sitting her body up anew, asking exactly like so.
"Ah, a little bit right. Right, Lar, your mother ca from the East Branch Tribe. Letting you go ask a bit whether over there they possess seals exactly like our tribe's, did you ask?"
Raphaela got up walking to the side of the office desk. Pulling open the drawer, revealing a piece of jade-green seal exactly like a dragon's tooth inside. That dragon's tooth was crooked and skewed, exceedingly ancient and unsophisticated. Placed above was carved an ancient dragon text, aning "Soul of the River", it was the symbol of the Chief of the South Branch Tribe.
Previously this map wrote "gathering all Sigils the main door will only then open", but Raphaela had always not known exactly what thing the Sigils spoken of above were. The sole thing capable of being associated with was exactly the Chief's seal always circulating within her own tribe.
Lar blanked slightly after hearing. And then wrinkling her small face stroking her head she said,
"Wu, mother said she is also not quite clear whether the thing Lord Raphaela wants to find is exactly that. The Chief of the East Branch Tribe does not possess this kind of thing, but she says previously the tribe once possessed an old Dragon-kin who possessed a thing similar to this in his ho."
"Like so ah... it's no matter. Waiting until later I will go verify and seek proof of it."
Raphaela helplessly smiled. Aiming at that Lar similarly looking exceptionally sleepy she said,
"Alright, I don't need you standing night sentry anymore, you quickly return to your mother's side resting right. Early tomorrow morning we still have to continue hurrying the journey."
"Un... Good night Lord Raphaela."
Lar rubbed her eyes, hugging the Naris Language book within her bosom running towards outside the carriage compartnt. It seed she bumped into Kexir and Faxir right at the doorway; from over there transmitted sounds of conversation, and then the carriage doors closed again, letting the space inside quiet down.
Raphaela temporarily was unable to fall asleep, then walking about within the carriage compartnt for a while. Ironically strange to speak of, the space of this carriage compartnt was actually narrow and small, but perfectly at that ti Raphaela nevertheless felt it was quite vast and expansive, perfectly entirely like the entire world normally.
She walked into the changing room. Here was entirely the clothing of human n. Originally the front among the clothes racks still possessed several suits, but seed like they were all combusted away or dirtied amidst battles.
Raphaela faintly smiled, organizing the clothing Fisher left remaining a bit. She definitely didn't want when seeing him again next ti to let that human lack clothes to wear.
Organizing and organizing, organizing to the absolute end, her gaze nevertheless was attracted by that deep purple female dress hanging right at the innermost deep. Having just seen that clothing, Raphaela's gaze precisely turned slightly cold. Waiting until she grew slightly closer, that clothing again lit up a streak of text in the fashion of a warning,
[Aside from Fisher, any creatures approaching this clothing are strictly prohibited, otherwise will receive my Curse. This is the sole and unique warning, and please relay to Fisher I am already aware of this matter.]
Lacking any surprises, this ought to be the thing left behind by that female called Renee right.
"Heh..."
Raphaela heard Fisher say before, that lady was rely a familiarly acquainted friend of his, unable to be considered possessing any intimate relationships. But at this very mont, seeing this piece of clothing exactly here, she unexpectedly felt it piercing the eyes exceptionally.
She looked around the surroundings, perfectly exactly like not wanting Fisher to see. She gently stretched her hands; a string of Dragon-kin magic appeared within hands.
This period of ti, Raphaela studied extrely many Dragon-kin magics from the notes Fisher left behind. Previously she hadn't possessed opportunities to use them all along, right now conversely it was precisely perfectly applicable for using.
That intense raging fla instantly swallowed that one-piece dress, together with that magic of warning completely subrsed into the flas entirely. Looking at that dress slowly turning into flying ash within the flas, Raphaela's face also brought up a little smile, seemingly exceedingly overjoyed and delighted completely like that.
To the very end, the entire changing room was ultimately entirely clean, solely leaving behind's Fisher's and her own personal clothing.
Raphaela satisfiedly cast a glance at the changing room, and then stepping briskly walked out of this changing room.
She wanted to rest up for a while again. Tomorrow she was on the verge of officially starting to hurry the journey.
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