Asian Girl Completion Manual.

Under Fisher, the figure of the blue scale dragon race overlapped little by little with the figure of Lal, the youngest among the several dragon race sisters at that time, but the child who was originally the most innocent, Even naive children who were unaware that they were going through the slave trade at the time, now look extraordinarily calm and calm.

She hadn't grown the shining dragon horns yet, strands of curly sky-blue hair soaked in sweat were glued to her forehead, and she was a little hazy.Apart from the two sharp daggers, the scales and clothes on her body were covered with a part of light armor used to protect key positions, and wisps of steam were constantly gushing out from under it at this moment.
Fisher is well aware that this is a phenomenon that only occurs when the dragon race's mood fluctuates.

Fisher's gaze moved down little by little, taking in everything about the familiar or unexpected opponent, until he saw a deep scar on the exposed neck of the opponent, and then barely stopped.He didn't know if it was these scars that gave birth to the extremely ferocious blue dragon race just now.

Lal under her was panting. Like Fisher, she was of course confirming whether the man in front of her with long hair and gradually ragged clothes was the well-dressed gentleman back then.

Whether it was voice or appearance, the man in front of her was of course the same, but even though the answer was certain, she was still looking at Fisher in front of her, waiting for his own response.

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

".It's me, Ral."

He immediately stood up, and glanced at the Red Dragon Court soldiers who were still stalking and encircling him. He didn't do anything, and he gave up his previous plan. He just asked,
"Rafael, where are you?"

Fisher's voice dragged Lal back to reality bit by bit, she sat up slowly, did not reply first, but said to the soldiers around her first,

"He is a friend, not an enemy of the puppet court. Go and carry back Capone and Ruhr, who were accidentally injured, don't worry."

The surrounding Red Dragon Court soldiers and the wounded soldiers who had just been raised looked suspiciously at Lal, who seemed to be their leader at the moment, and then one of the demihumans said, "We will report this to the dragon. Queen" before turning away.

"I'll speak to her myself."

Lal added another sentence, the soldiers over there walked farther and farther, until they completely disappeared into the leaves and trees of the same color as them, and Lal turned back to look at Fisher in front of him.After glancing up and down at Fisher in front of her, she laughed and asked him,
"Fisher, why did you become like this? You were wearing formal clothes and a cane before, but now you look like a beggar. But you are still as handsome as before."

The atmosphere of silence was broken by Lal's simple words. Fisher also smiled, reached out to Lal who was sitting on the ground, and pulled her up.

"I also want to know how the little guy who only knew how to hide in Mir's arms suddenly used a dagger."

"It's a long story, it's all for Xinlongting."

Lal clapped her hands, and she walked closer to Fisher. In comparison, her original height, which was less than half of Fisher's, suddenly jumped up a lot, and now she has reached below Fisher's ribs. He patted Fisher on the shoulder and said,
"But you definitely don't want to hear me say these words, right? Come with me, I'll take you to see Rafa, ah, what kind of ugly thing is this?!"

Lal was about to smile and say something, but out of the corner of his eye, he suddenly saw an eye blinking towards him on Fisher's chest and in front of his own face.At first, she thought it was a hallucination after the battle, but after careful observation, she found that not only did the thing not disappear, but it blinked faster, as if it was looking at herself.

She quickly took a step back and said so defensively.

Emhart was so angry that he flew out of Fisher's arms, and cursed at Lal,

"Your mother, I am the great book Sir Emhart, not an ugly thing! This is the first time I have met such an impolite dragon race, very well, you have successfully lowered my overall view of the dragon race, I've decided, I'm going to drop Raphael two more from the list!"

"Fisher, what... what list?"

Lal looked at Fisher next to him blankly, and he pulled him back into his hand with a blank expression, and just explained,
"It's nothing, let me introduce you. This is Sir Emhart, a good friend of mine. He cares more about what others call him, so don't worry about it."

Emhart slowly calmed down after hearing Fisher's "good friend". Although he still stared at Lal in front of him with a bad face, he finally stopped acting as Fisher's "self-explosive truck." "It disrupted his rhythm, which was already under great pressure.

"Well, I'm really sorry, I was just scared by you just now. Fisher, come with me, Rafael is on the first front, some distance away from here."

"First front?"

"Ah, it is the front line of our battle with the puppet court."

Lal didn't say much, but just picked up the shackle thrown away by Fisher and put it on his shoulder. It seemed that even such a weapon was indispensable to the Red Dragon Court.

"You are still so powerful now, just like you were back then, and you are so different from other human beings. There is nothing we can do against you."

Lal led Fisher to move quickly towards an extremely secretive direction of the mountains, not just strolling in the garden, but jumping over the dense forests and cliffs very quickly throughout the whole process. Then I knew she had walked for countless times.

Of course, they were not idle while walking, and they also talked like they did in the carriage, but the question raised by the idiot Lal was no longer so immature and ridiculous,
"Instead, I'm curious why you guys are staring at me."

In fact, when Fisher entered the town earlier, he found that he would unconsciously bring pressure to other non-mythical ranks, which was beyond the control of Fisher, who had just entered the mythical rank.Although in the past when he was in the sanctuary, he felt that most of the mythical species and even the nineteenth-rank archangel were quite gentle.

Therefore, he concluded that there should be some way to reduce the sense of existence of oneself in the rank of mythology, so as to make oneself less conspicuous and oppressive.

He had tried it during this period, such as restraining his movements subjectively and becoming taciturn, but from the fact that Ingrid wanted to use body language to remind himself many times but couldn't tell, it seemed that it was useless at all.

Then, it seemed strange that this group of demi-race soldiers would stare at him.

Lal was jumping quickly in front, but looked back at Fisher very suspiciously, and said to him,
"Ah, because we often block the puppet court's offensive that wants to advance, so we usually control strangers first when we see them. Of course, there are no lost passers-by here except you. And your clothes It's a bit older than before, and it's been so long, so I didn't recognize you for a while."

Some answers are irrelevant, but Fisher has already realized that it seems that Lal in front of him is completely unaware that he is a mythical rank, but just thinks that he is still very powerful.

This is a bit strange.
Fisher didn't ask any more questions, but just followed Lal, who was wagging his tail slightly in front of him.

Her tail is shorter and thinner than Raphael's, but Fisher always feels that the dragon race's tail is actually the same as the steam and scales in other places, and can reflect their mood to a certain extent, while Sometimes the other party doesn't even realize this feeling.

Their speed was very fast, and after less than a quarter of an hour, they stopped in front of a strange, naturally formed hollow cave.But the surrounding area is still empty, and it seems that there is little life. It should not be the general headquarters of Rafael's frontline operations.

Lal stopped in place, then turned his head and said to Fisher,

"Fisher, just wait here for a while, okay? I'm sorry, I can't take you to the command of Rafael and the front for the time being, not because I don't trust you, but now we started a long time ago. Many comrades-in-arms are prejudiced against humans in the Western Continent. This is not something that Rafael can decide alone. I don’t want to cause trouble for Raphael, and I don’t want your long-awaited reunion to become full of gunpowder. .”

"I understand, thank you, Ral."

Her eyes were a little evasive, but compared to what Rafael said later, she seemed more willing to be this "wicked person" by herself.

Fortunately, Fisher had already made such a plan before coming here.

So at this moment, he just nodded to express his understanding.

Lal 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 suspicious eyes, she turned her back, and the voice came again before she was about to leave.

"Fix your growing hair and stubble, if you want, though I don't think Raphael would mind."

"Because you are still the same as before."

After all, she jumped up with the help of the cliff next to her, and jumped towards the dense forest further away, and soon disappeared from Fisher's sight, and she didn't know where she was going.

"Ha, this dragonman. Well, I temporarily forgive her for being rude earlier. But it's really rare. From their point of view, you have been away for more than five years. You were on this journey to the Southern Continent with them. How long did it last?"

"...not long."

"Really? This is really strange. I thought the dragon songs recorded in the wilderness were fake. I read that there was a black male dragon who had a fellow dragon who fell in love with him at first sight. I thought about attracting the attention of the yellow dragon person, and finally married her. This process only took two months, and what is even more regrettable is that the wife of the black dragon person died of illness after marrying him."

Fisher walked into the cave with a dagger in his hand, Emhart stood on his shoulder and sighed,
"It's hard to imagine that after his wife died, he began to write his wife's 'Dragon Song' on a wall. Until his death, he wrote more than 200 poems, covering the entire wall. Dragon Songs , it is a language that is difficult to read. According to legend, 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 Ferma Baharonting has disappeared for so long, and now I can't see it. No one can write it anymore, and I only saw it in the ancient monuments."

Fisher nodded, and found a rock in the cave where water drops were dripping. Under the rock, a pool of clear water shimmered, vaguely reflecting his general appearance.

Also enough.

Fisher raised the dagger and was about to trim his long hair and stubble, but only at this moment did he accidentally discover a short line of words in Nali strangely engraved on the handle of the knife.

He looked down and saw that it said,

"bread"

Looking at this word, Fisher couldn't help but burst out laughing, but then he raised his dagger and began to straighten out his appearance.

"Crack."

"Crack."

"Crack."

His movements were gentle and slow, and his thoughts gradually became calm in the process.Everything around has become extremely quiet, even the voices of Emhart yawning, flying around and complaining that the dragon race called "Rafael" has not come can no longer be heard. .

Until the hair on the ground fell to the ground, and then it seemed to gain life in his eyes, turning into black, unrecognizable bugs and flesh and blood wriggling, and slowly turning into fly ash , he suddenly stopped the blade in his hand.

Because at this moment, with his extremely keen perception of the mythical rank, behind him, in the distance there, he suddenly heard an extremely rapid running sound
The sound that comes with it also has a regular and uncapturable panting sound, the friction sound between armor and armor, armor and scales
He didn't look back, just heard the running footsteps getting faster and faster, until even Emhart seemed to hear it, and quickly flew back into his arms, poking out only one eye to carefully look at the setting sun outside. Thus, it is like a hole that separates the inner and outer worlds.

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

"Tap, tap, tap, tap."

The closer you got to the cave, the slower the rushing footsteps became.

It seemed to be some kind of unbelievability, like some kind of uncertain hesitation, until the figure saw the cave and saw the figure with its back in the cave, her steps really became extremely slow, as if every day Every step is moving with difficulty.
Until she reached the entrance of the cave, blocking the sunlight, and on Fisher's back fell a scorching figure in armor, with long hair and raised tail.

Emhart swallowed a mouthful of saliva, looking at the dragon shadow at the entrance of the cave.

Until she continued to move forward, passed the door bolt turned into sunlight, and walked into the cave.

The shadow climbed down from Fisher's body little by little until it fell to the ground and crawled towards her body.

At this moment, Fisher also turned his head a little bit, taking in the figure not far behind him.

It was a ray of soul that seemed to be burning blazingly, and under the slight lingering of light steam all over her body, it rendered her body, which was obviously wearing heavy armor, so graceful in Fisher's eyes.

The tail behind her raised up unbelievably, and then trembled like a rattlesnake, while hanging down, clinging to her feet, just like a pretty girl, timidly looking at the distant gentleman.

She clenched her fist a little bit, and the scales on her body that were used as protection and the second layer of armor trembled again, as if she had been attracted by some kind of indescribable attraction.

She didn't wear a helmet, and on top of the heroic armor, a long crimson hair like a waterfall fell down like that.On the extremely beautiful face, the expression at this moment was hard to describe. Fisher just felt that the muscles around her eyes were constantly undulating weakly.

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

The dragon race in front of him is a rare dragon race with red scales; the dragon race in front of him 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 suitable tail partner, Raphael.

"fee"

Over the past few years, her appearance has not changed much, it is 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 apart for a long time met again at this time, maybe even Fisher felt that there should be some discomfort.

What he had thought about before, the feeling of longing for Rafael and the eagerness to meet her, what he had been brewing for a long time, and what he wanted to say to her, had all turned blank with the other's face at this moment.

He suddenly didn't know what to say, just like Raphael in front of him, his lips trembled for a long time, but he only revealed one opening of his name.

Damn, say something quickly!

Emhart, who was staying in Fisher's arms, was clear to the bystanders that he hadn't seen any big wind and waves. At this moment, he looked eastward at Fisher, and at Rafael who met him for the first time. He really wanted to say this sentence Speak the words to wake up the confusion of these two people.

But after all, he did not do this, but honestly pretended to be a lifeless and unthinking book, leaving everything about the reunion to their own feelings.

There is no sentence in the words, but the distance between them is getting closer.

That is to say, in this approach, Raphael's tail and scales, or the soul, has already felt something first.

As if the correct password had been entered, the raised, sharp scales on her body began to collapse visibly and extremely shockingly, exuding extremely excited steam from them, as if it was some kind of joyful hymn.

At the moment when that phenomenon appeared, all the estrangement and strangeness that had not been seen for a long time disappeared, leaving only the heavy longing that was satisfied and many grievances that I wanted to confide.

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

Her tail twirled upwards, scaring Emhart out of time, leaving the position for Rafael to rely on.

"woooooo"

"."

Fisher also stretched out his hands and hugged her tightly, even though they were separated by a layer of armor, they still couldn't stop the scorching heat.

Even Raphael and Fisher didn't expect that at this moment, her horns, which were completely illusory to Fisher, actually touched Fisher's body firmly, and followed the opponent's dragon horns. The place where Fisher's body is in contact seems to have built an invisible corridor bridge, connecting the two people closely.

At this moment, they are really like a pair of real dragon race couples, whose souls are connected by dragon horns and scales, thus possessing the love of dragon race that is praised in the world.

A hot tear flowed down her face, and then she raised her head a little, and touched Fisher's face with her dragon horn, bringing the distance between him and herself closer and closer.

She finally let go of her heart at this moment
Everything she feels now is not a dream, but real.
The person in front of him was Fisher, the Fisher he had missed for a long time.

She rubbed the other's face and said,

"Great to have you back, Fisher"

And Fisher also lowered his head, accepted everything from her, and said softly,

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