Fisher lit a cigarette at the door. He was wearing a well-fitting black suit and his young and handsome appearance, which attracted the attention of the surrounding coachmen. They couldn't help but wonder, what kind of wealthy aristocrat could make such a gentleman willing?
How about coming over to be a coachman?
For a time, various conjectures came to mind, but Fisher was not clear about them.
It was less than time for a cigarette, but the carriage door slowly opened, revealing a simple skirt. Although the color was plain, the style was decent, and it could be called a lady's clothing. If
Just ignore the dragon tail falling from the hem of her skirt and her bold stance.
"It looks very good. It seems that my design skills are still online..."
Fisher looked at Rafael who was also looking at his body and commented like this.
But obviously the draconian brain could not understand the human preference for this kind of clothing. She only felt that this set of clothing was more complicated than armor, and it was so full of cloth that her tail could not stretch normally.
"The tail still doesn't feel right."
Sure enough, human beings have the worst judgment.
Seeing her raising her tail again and raising the skirt behind her abnormally, Fisher pointed at her back with a black line on his face.
"Don't move your tail, hang it down... This suit of clothes is already the most suitable for you, and it will not affect your combat ability. You will probably be able to run at full strength once your injury is healed, which will probably be the day after tomorrow.
But if you can't bear it anymore and want to do something today, I can accept it... Where are your underwear, have you changed them?"
Fisher's eyes looked at her tail hanging down between her skirts. For some reason, Rafael could always hear a lot of expectations from the other person's tone, which made her wonder if he had any traps waiting for him.
Own.
"Underwear..what is it?"
Rafael glanced at Fisher, and then spoke with some confusion.
"..."
Fisher didn't speak, but stretched out his index fingers to draw a triangle in the air in front of him, and then looked at her seriously. Rafael opened his mouth and didn't seem to react, and then his tail suddenly came back.
Lifting up suddenly, he shouted loudly,
"Put it on! Put it on! Isn't it in your instructions!!"
She became a little angry, and steam seeped out of her clothes again. The harsh sound frightened the coachmen who were taking a nap in the racecourse and raised their heads.
"That's good, come with me."
Fisher raised the corners of his mouth slightly, put the hat on his head, and walked outside with his cane.
This human...
Rafael gritted her teeth and felt helpless anger towards Fisher who was teasing her. It was only now that she discovered that human being had a devil-like soul hidden under his serious appearance, which was extremely annoying.
Before she could move, the man in front of her snapped his fingers without saying a word, and the car behind her lit up with purple light again, isolating the entire car body inside, as if just to urge her to move quickly, but he also
Rafael was startled.
When your injury is healed, you must kill him!
Rafael silently strengthened his determination to get rid of the annoying human being in front of him, but he still flicked his tail and followed the footsteps of the man in front of him.
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Going out from the horse racing yard, Fisher walked quickly, passing countless passengers passing by. There were newsboys, soldiers, and of course the boys he had seen on the carriage before. Construction was still going on all around.
The road was full of mud, and from time to time there was the sound of carriages shaking and the sounds of people talking around.
It was clearly noon, but there were several girls in pajamas standing lazily on the second-floor balcony next to the road. Their pure white gauze skirts could barely cover their breasts, exposing their collarbones and shoulders. One of them was holding a pipe.
The girls caught a sharp glimpse of Fisher, who was hurrying along the road, and their eyes brightened like a falcon catching its prey. After all, well-dressed gentlemen with handsome faces have always been their favorite.
A night that never lacks romance and joy will always bring you huge rewards.
So, she gently picked off a rose growing on the balcony next to her and threw the rose down when Fisher passed by.
Fisher below reached out and pinched the fallen rose with emotion. He slightly raised the brim of his hat, just in time to see the blonde winking at him on the second floor.
Fisher kissed the rose gently to the girl as a gentleman's courtesy, which made the girl on the balcony blush slightly, and she almost couldn't hold the pipe in her hand and fell from the second floor.
"What a gentle gentleman, what a pity..."
She thought so as she looked at Fisher walking further and further away holding the rose.
Farther away, Rafael, who had already reached the door of a shop, asked Fisher, who was picking at the goods, speechlessly,
"So, this is how you humans court mates?"
Fisher picked up the fruit sold by the store, smelled it gently, and then responded,
"Court a mate?"
The disdainful look on Rafael's face next to him aroused his interest. He handed the fruit in his hand to the store owner, pointed at a few others casually and said, "This is not a courtship, it is just a way for her to attract customers.
To her, I am special because of my appearance and clothes, and she thinks she can get rewards in this way... Every day she may do this to a dozen men, and occasionally one or two will be attracted to her upstairs,
Then we spend the night together and get ripped off..."
Rafael opened his mouth, and then said in great surprise,
"Wait, you mean... she would do that kind of thing? And with a lot of... a lot of people?"
"If the kind of thing you are talking about does not refer to other things, then the answer is probably like this..."
Fisher paid the store and put all the fruits and flowers in Rafael's hands. He used Rafael as a storage shelf, but she was still immersed in the topic just now, so she didn't do it for a while.
not found.
Rafael trembled all over, feeling as uncomfortable as a human having goosebumps. He even resisted holding the flower in his hand, as if the rose was contaminated by something invisible.
Fisher ignored her and continued walking forward with his cane. In addition to fruits, he also wanted to buy a magic item that could make fire, just like the one in his car. But there seemed to be a lack of such items here in the Southern Continent.
Things, the only magic shop in the city simply sells some disposable magic props and magic ingredients.
It seems I can only make one myself.
Making a magic prop is very difficult and time-consuming. If it is not necessary, Fisher would not want to do it at all. But who knew that he had already driven that guy away? If he had known, he would have asked her to make more things for him, which would be just repayment.
My own consumption on her.
Fisher and Rafael, who was carrying magic ingredients, came out of the store, and he moved on to the next topic, talking about her friends.
In addition to being really interested in those dragon people, the most important thing is to keep Rafael talking so that she doesn't realize that he is asking her to carry things all the time.
It's simply an approach that kills two birds with one stone.
Although Rafael was not willing to say much at first, after all, she was still very wary of Fisher, but after Fisher himself shared some things about the human world, she seemed to want to repay Fisher.
The information was the same, mentioning some insignificant things about their tribe, especially about Lal.
"That guy Lal is the youngest child in their family and the most naughty and mischievous among the eleven brothers and sisters."
"Eleven?"
"Well... their family is the one with the fewest children in our tribe. Her mother will be very sad without Lal..."
"least?"
Even Fisher, who had studied demi-humans for several years, still couldn't bear to blink his eyes after hearing this strange content, and seemed a little surprised.
"Mr. Fisher! Mr. Fisher! Please wait!"
Just when Fisher and Rafael had just stepped into the street, and the topic slowly moved from Lal, the troublemaker, to the issue of fertility, a male voice speaking Nari loudly sounded behind them.
Fisher looked back, only to see a luxurious and restrained carriage parked beside them on the roadside. The curtains of the carriage were opened, revealing a young man wearing a Saint-Germain suit, a light beard, and an excited face.
man.
"Who are you?"
"As expected, it's you! I'm Keken, and I'm also a graduate of the Royal Academy of Saint-Nali, two years younger than you!"
When he saw it was Fisher, the bearded man in a suit became even more excited. He hurriedly passed the driver in front and jumped out of the carriage.
It turns out that he is a student of the Royal College of Saint-Nali. He completed his university studies there and obtained his degree from there. Moreover, he is considered a moderately famous person. It is normal for his juniors there to know him.
"So that's it. Nice to meet you...do you have anything to do with me?"
"May I have the honor of asking you to have lunch with me?"
Fisher shook his hand, but the next moment he grabbed Fisher's hand and refused to let go, shaking and begging to Fisher.
His frightening enthusiasm made Fisher a little overwhelmed, and even the expression on his face was a bit unbearable. He just wanted to step back, but was grabbed by his hand, and his whole body shrank back.
etc...
Keken?
Is this called Keken City?
Is this guy the city lord here?
Looking at the excited and blushing Kerken, Fisher didn't know what he was thinking of. Then, he gently pulled Kerken's hand from his and glanced at Rafael, who looked confused next to him.
, nodded and agreed.
"That's troublesome. It just so happens that I also have something to ask you."