As the door opens, the stairs leading to the underground space appear. The space here is much larger than it appears from the outside because Fisher carved an extension spell on the door. This is a process that uses expensive materials and takes a long time.
Magic, the price of an extension of four rooms is probably much more expensive than buying a house on the orthodox street of Sainte-Neal-Central.
However, the benefits are also obvious. Now Fisher can carry a small house with the carriage, so that he does not have to carry five dragons across the southern continent.
He walked into the space below with his cane, and when he saw five dragonmen squatting on the edge of the living room like chickens, he wanted to laugh, but after seeing Rafael's green eyes, his smile
It gradually stopped.
If it was true, if the girl in front of him was really the Red Dragon Queen who would destroy the human world in the future, how should he stop her?
For example, killing her directly now may work. But Fisher is not sure whether the young female dragon named Rafael he found is the person in the prophecy. Is it necessary to kill all the red dragons?
Kill them all?
He suddenly thought of those interesting comedies in the theater of Sainte-Negli. For example, the national preceptor predicted for the king that a blond man would kill him and seize the throne in the future, so he killed all the blond men in the country.
We can know that it is precisely because of this that the queen hid the blond child she gave birth to to avoid being killed by the king. Even though the king would not do so, it ended up causing the king to be killed by his own son, completing the prophecy.
This is the existence of fatalism. No matter what choice you make, it will feel wrong. Fisher cannot kill all the red Argonians, even if there are very few Argonians of this color.
What if the so-called "Red Dragon Queen" in the prophecy is just a blue dragon who likes to wear red clothes?
Thinking about all this, Fisher's expression remained unchanged. He tapped the wall of the small living room with his cane. The wooden wall bounced open, revealing the bedding inside. Then, he spoke in Longting dialect,
"Take out the bedding and move it to the room with the door open. You will stay in that room during this period."
Just by opening his mouth, all the dragon people's eyes changed when they looked at him. Since he was captured by humans, he has traveled all over the southern continent and has never met any human who can speak the Longting language.
In addition to the short time that humans have explored the Southern Continent, it is also because of humans' own arrogance.
How could they learn their language when they regard demi-humans as beasts?
Fisher glanced over, and several dragon girls looked away in fear. Only Rafael looked at him quietly. In fact, in her heart, she was no less shocked than the other dragon girls.
It can be said to be even more so.
The previous slave traders could not make her feel surrendered or scared no matter how much they whipped or tortured her. Those people only relied on the slave emblem on their bodies to dominate. But in this human who spoke dragon language, she felt it for the first time.
A little fear and apprehension.
If they were such a human being, could he still lead them to escape?
She couldn't help but touch the slave emblem that lit up slightly on her chest, and her heart felt as cold as countless ice cubes poured on it.
"...Wait a minute, you four go and clean up... You, come here with me."
He pointed at Rafael alone, and then opened the first door on the left with his cane.
Rafael glanced at Lal beside her and felt the worried eyes of her friends. She shook her head and followed Fisher in front into the separate room.
It turned out that the space inside was very spacious, equivalent to the size of the living room outside plus the room where they rested. There was not only a wardrobe, but also a whole wall of books, but they were all written with human words. Rafael couldn't see it at all.
don't know.
In addition, there is a clean and tidy bed, clothes racks and a large desk.
It appears to be where this human male lives.
"boom!"
Fisher in front hooked his cane, and the door behind Rafael suddenly closed. Her body did not move, only her tail was slightly raised, indicating her vigilance.
"Names, and those names."
The tall Fisher stood his cane next to the desk and hung his hat and suit jacket on the hanger nearby. Under his coat, he wore a luxurious but restrained dark gray vest. Rafael watched in the circus
The obese human had worn this kind of clothes before, but because the other person's appearance lowered her overall perception of this kind of clothing, it was only now that she understood what this type of clothing should look like when it was originally designed.
"Raphael... Lal, Fahir, Kohir and Mir..."
Fisher poured a cup of cold coffee, and then took out the slave skin scrolls that Colin had handed to him before. They were engraved with magic seals. He carefully looked at the dragon blood in the contract on them, and then took them out.
He picked up the one with the brightest red and hottest blood, and as the scroll moved, the slave emblem on Rafael's chest lit up a little bit.
"Let me introduce myself. I am Fisher Benavidez, a scholar who studies subhuman races. You can call me Fisher, or you can call me teacher or professor..."
As he spoke, he suddenly stretched out his hand and tore the roll of leather in his hand into two pieces. Even Rafael couldn't react immediately, but with the magic seal on his chest that imprisoned her soul,
Shattered, she quickly realized what was happening.
In the next 0.01 second, the girl's eyes suddenly shrank into a thin line, and with a flick of her tail, she hit the man in front of her with a burst of wind.
As long as he is killed, the slave's seal will disappear. Rafael does not understand the composition of the slave's seal, but he recognizes how magic works, so he knows how to break it.
The five fingers of the sharp claws spread out, like five sharp knives, heading towards the opponent's heart. It only takes a second to disembowel this annoying human, and then eat it quickly.
The torture and pain of the past, the desire to bring my partner home...
But in a second, I saw the man turning slightly, his right hand clamping down on Rafael's neck like an iron pliers, spinning her whole body around half a circle in mid-air, and then smashed her hard.
ground.
"boom!"
The wooden floor was slightly cracked, and there was a little magic fluorescence in the sawdust. Rafael's body felt like it was falling apart. She wanted to resist, and her sharp claws wanted to cut the man's body, but his fingers
The strength gradually tightened, leaving her unable to breathe even with oxygen.
This human...
Is it a monster?
Why is it so strong?
Her green eyes were fixed on the human holding her neck, and she saw that there seemed to be a demon living under the expressionless human face. The lack of oxygen and pain made her tinnitus gradually rise, and even her tail could not stop it.
The place trembled.
The sound of moving bedding outside stopped instantly, but the door was not opened and Fisher did not lock the door.
"I hate it when people interrupt me, so I have no choice but to resort to such measures. I hope your impression will be deeper."
Fisher still squeezed the opponent's neck, but the force was slowed down to allow some oxygen to pass.
"I bought you for... research."
Fisher paused for a moment, then said, "There can be no interference from magical factors in the research, so I took off your slave crest... Of course, I don't mind playing interesting games during the long journey.
For example, the person being researched tried to kill me to gain freedom. But the prerequisite for playing the game is that you must obey my research content. If you escape or resist, I will kill your companions."
"Cough...cough cough..."
Rafael's saliva flowed out uncontrollably, falling down her cheeks and dripping on the end of Fisher's fingers. The tinnitus caused by lack of oxygen was loud, but she stared at the face of the human man in front of her, slave.
The removal of the coat of arms released her long-suppressed ferocity and hatred, which she could not completely restrain at this moment.
She wants to kill the human in front of her, even if she is killed and eaten by him, it doesn't matter!
"And the rules of the game are very simple."
"First, you can't assassinate me in the carriage. No matter what method you use outside, whether it's a sneak attack, poisoning, or a duel, as long as you kill me, you will be free and you can take your companions away... After all
Things here are very expensive.”
Fisher glanced at the cracked magic floor beneath her, and her eyelids twitched imperceptibly.
"Second, you have a total of four assassination opportunities, which corresponds to the number of your partners, so plan your plan carefully. Each failed assassination will result in punishment. The content of my research is generally normal, but since it is research, it will
There are some things that are difficult to put on the table. If you fail, you must cooperate with me to complete these studies."
"Third, the content of this game is completely confidential from your partners. Once leaked, the game will be terminated immediately."
The man's voice, combined with the ringing in her ears, was deeply imprinted in Rafael's mind like a devil's whisper. She gritted her teeth and looked at him. If eyes could kill, Fisher would have died countless times.
"If you agree, the game starts from now on."
Her crimson tail swayed slightly, and after pondering for a second or two, her hateful eyes moved slightly to express her agreement.
She had to agree, because he still had the slave seals of his partners in his hand. It was his fault that led to their arrest, and she had to take them back.
"Ha..." Fisher's stern face finally showed a smile. He gently let go of Rafael's neck, then stood up and returned to the desk, then enjoyed the ice coffee he had poured before.
"Our journey lasts about thirty days. During this period, the game will continue..."
Rafael stood up tremblingly, his green eyes seemed to be on fire, but she just rubbed her red neck, and her expression gradually calmed down.
The foal outside roared softly, the stars in the sky flashed, and the wind in the southern continent began to sound again, which seemed to be the clarion call for the start of some game.