"Voluntary Explorer" Emhardt walked silently through the woods and looked at the surrounding environment with some boredom, but nothing seemed to arouse his interest.
As a relic, Emhart doesn't actually need sleep. For him, sleep is more like an option to "skip" this period of time, which can make him more energetic, but it doesn't do anything at all.
necessary.
Emhart is an out-and-out coward. Unprotected sleep makes him very insecure, so most of the time, he doesn't need to sleep, except when traveling with Fisher.
Therefore, the nights seemed particularly long and boring without Fisher by his side.
But who told the hungry Dragon Queen to come back to him now? I don’t know how long the confrontation between the two sides will last. I can go back later.
What should I do on my own?
Emhard was thinking while flying, and even wanted to lie down in an unknown corner and wait until dawn.
He hesitated and stayed between the woods. At this moment, he smelled something that only he could smell. His one eye widened slightly, as if being led by the invisible smell, he couldn't help but
So I turned my book cover towards that side...
"Hmm, this smell...is there anything valuable in this deep mountain forest?"
He thought for a moment and then flew over there. Not long after, he saw a faint light of fire in the dense forest, which dyed the surrounding dark woods with a warm tone.
Emhard carefully clung to the backs of the trees, using them as cover and slowly moving forward, and soon he could clearly see the scene near the fire.
It turned out that someone had lit a fire there, and there were four figures of different races sitting around it, all dressed in different clothes. But judging from their clothes and weapons, they should be the troops of the Red Dragon Palace. I don’t know if they were responsible.
Night defense team on patrol.
The leader was a yellow dragon man sitting next to a huge stone, wearing complete linen clothes. There was a huge sword beside him, and he himself was holding a dagger there with a smile.
What is engraved on the stone?
"Boss Bull, what are you carving?"
Emhard blinked, and soon discovered that the thing that emitted the fragrance that attracted him just now was the thing carved on the stone by the yellow dragon man.
That is...
Listening to the inquiry from another werewolf holding a gun behind him, the yellow dragon man smiled heartily, turned around and answered,
"It's [Dragon Song], just record it."
"Long Ge, what is that? I have never heard of it."
"I heard from my wife that it is a very ancient art form of our dragon race. I have never heard of it before. I only heard about it from my wife and the Queen Mother."
"Let me hear what you said."
Next to the werewolf, a black-haired human woman with long hair that seemed to have not been combed for a long time smiled slightly and shouted at the dragon named "Bull".
"Hey, the things recorded by Long Ge are some of the things I think about in my heart, and they can't be put on the stage..."
"Come on, sister-in-law Mil is about to have her third child. Could it be related to this?"
The werewolf came over with a smile, looked at the emblem carved on the stone, which was similar to the magic carved by humans, and said so.
"Hey, no, no, stop teasing..."
Emhard, who was hiding behind a tree, stared closely at the dragon song that glowed slightly on the stone, and indeed found some clues.
Because when he was wandering around the southern continent, the dragon songs he saw were all left by the dragon race long ago. Although he could understand some of the content, he just felt that they were just some kind of poetry carved on the wall.
Art cannot be associated with the concept of "soul song".
Until now, a dragon race actually carved the dragon song, and he immediately thought of the magic that Fisher had carved.
It turns out that these dragon races use the soul energy contained in their dragon horns to express their thoughts!
Emhard squinted his eyes and peeked over, only to see that the brilliant words on the stone were slightly distorted, as if they were slowly floating in his eyes, forming streaks of hot light.
At the same time, a high-pitched singing sound like that of the dragon race Burr came from nowhere in his ears.
"Fight, fight, fight!"
The scene in front of Emhardt's eyes suddenly changed, turning into two distinct black and white shadows. One of the shadows had unique double horns and a long tail. Emhardt immediately thought of Fisher's best friend.
Raphael!
Who is the other one?
Emhardt couldn't see clearly. It seemed that the figure was wearing a thick, shimmering golden armor, which obscured many features of the figure. It was only clear from the outline of the armor that she seemed to be a woman.
female.
"Friendship is like gold, fight for freedom; friendship is like fire, fight for each other to get through difficulties!"
The scene in front of him kept changing. Emhard seemed to see the two women facing various difficulties together. The connection between them emitted sparkling golden light, and they sang loudly with countless Dragon Court flags behind them, as if they were about to turn into
A real dragon soars into the sky.
Just looking at the dragon song, Emhardt could feel the profound comradeship between Rafael and his partner. Even in the eyes of others like Bull, they were very grateful to these two who fought hand in hand.
leader.
"Queen, you hold the blade and fight in front; priest, you gather medicine and stay behind!"
The scene in Dragon Song once again changed significantly. It was divided into two ends. Rafael was fighting bloody battles in front with a blade, while at the other end, an unknown demi-race wearing golden armor stayed in the Dragon Palace.
Among them, production is organized and order is maintained.
One behind the other, the two looked at each other from afar, supporting each other.
"But, we have so many obstacles; but, we have so many confusions."
The picture suddenly became dark. Above, a pure golden sun, like a ferocious eyeball stained with bloodshot eyes, slowly rose. The sun, which should have been so radiant, swallowed up everything around it in an instant, shrouding darkness in the south.
The land of the continent, as well as Rafael and the unknown female demi-race.
The raging war fueled by blood continues to spread. Among the countless corpses, a yellow dragon race looks at his exhausted comrades, the queen and the priest who are fighting with blood. He is full of fighting spirit and can't help but ask questions,
"When will the war stop and I can put down the weapons in my hands? When will the swordsmen rest and I can pick up my farm tools and embrace my wife and children?"
The moment the dragon song stopped, Emhard also hit the nearby trees in a daze and fell out of mid-air uncontrollably.
"Crack!"
The few people over there were all looking at the dragon song carved by Buell on the boulder. Perhaps this Buell did not have any experience in composing dragon songs, and his skills and experience were far inferior to what Emhardt had read before.
The ones that passed.
But Dragon Song is Dragon Song after all. It focuses on the resonance between souls rather than the creative techniques.
Several other comrades-in-arms were Longting soldiers who were in the quagmire of war. Of course, they were deeply touched by Bull's thoughts, so they were completely immersed in it, until there was the sound of something falling in the grass not far away.
Only then did they finally come to their senses.
At the edge of the fire, the human woman with long black hair was stunned for a moment, then wiped her moist eyes, looked over there warily, and asked,
"who is it?"
"..."
But after a moment of pause, there was no sound from the other side.
The woman turned back and looked at her companions, and then they all raised their weapons and walked towards that direction, alert for any possible attacks from the Pseudo Dragon Court in the north.
However, after waiting for a while, they only saw a book with one eye, lying dizzy on the ground.
"Ugh...is this...long song...my head feels so dizzy..."
"Boss Bull, this is a...book? And it can also talk?"
The sound of the female voice reported brought Emhart back from his already very vague consciousness. He looked confusedly in front of him, but he only saw the outline of a woman with long black hair.
Hey, this figure...
I seem to have seen it somewhere...
In this dim lake, a memory suddenly popped up in front of Emhart's eyes as if it didn't exist.
He seemed to have seen a human woman with the same slender black hair, which was so long that her face and features were completely covered.
She was dressed in rags, and there seemed to be a smile that she couldn't see clearly at the corner of her mouth.
She seemed to have said something to herself a long, long time ago...
Well, what's going on...
"Little one, do you know you are precious?"
"Of course, I am the Great Book Sir!"
"Hahahaha, hello, hello, great Sir Shu, I am the great Ultraman."
"...what is that?"
"A guy who's a little more powerful than you."
"No one in this world is more powerful than me."
"real or fake?"
"real."
"Then what are you looking for here? If you were so good, wouldn't you have found everything?"
"I'm looking for the saints who created me and the sanctuary where they live. Do you know where they are?"
"Oh Mo, I don't know..."
"Aren't you a little better than me? Why don't you know anything?"
"Because I'm a lunatic. It's possible that I knew, but I forgot."
"hehe..."
"But I can help you with something else..."
The Mohu figure in front of me is getting closer to me, and it seems to be very similar to someone from a long, long time ago...
It seemed that before leaving, she said to herself,
"Hey, little guy, I can make ignorant people not notice how valuable you are. In the eyes of most people, no matter what amazing words you say, no matter how magical you look on the outside, they will only notice
Show your mediocrity and your kindness... Unless you think about it yourself, no one will have any bad ideas about you. In this way, you can go wherever you want, and one day you will find your sanctuary, how about it?
?”
"...But then no one will know my greatness! If others can see my greatness, those who know the greatness of the Saint will tell me clues about the Saint!"
"So, why don't you just say it yourself, great little Sir Sir~"
"Well, I don't understand..."
"It doesn't matter if you don't understand, you just need to know that it will help you a lot..."
But the memories like these fragments in front of him are almost fleeting in Emhart's mind, because one day in the past, they were ruthlessly torn off and deprived by a pair of owners with smiling eyes...
“Tear!
"
That heartless monster is...
"Baimon!
Uhhhhhh!”
When he thought of the smiling figure, the extreme fear caused Emhardt to break out of his daze in an instant. He was so frightened that he started shouting, as if he had just woken up from an endless nightmare.
But when he opened his eyes, everything in the dream had disappeared, making him forget why he was afraid and why he recalled it.
The only people who appeared in front of him were the soldiers patrolling Longting at night who looked at him in astonishment.
"This... what is this? Could it be a weapon developed by the puppet court?"
As his vision became clearer, in front of Emhart's eyes, the woman with long black hair gradually transformed into a completely unfamiliar, local human being from the Southern Continent...
She looked at Emhard flying in front of her, and the first words she spoke were this.
"Yes, this guy may be a weapon of the puppet court, we have to shoot him down!"
"Why do I feel like he is a relic, like the loophole in my hometown that can quickly extract salt from the sea, but it seems to be of no use..."
"Your mother, don't use other holy objects to measure me. I am a great book knight!"
Feeling insulted, Emhard yelled and cursed. His incompetent and furious look made several soldiers in the camp burst into laughter.
"Hahaha, he can also curse, you listen! Hahaha!"
"Ha ha ha ha..."
Emhard gritted his teeth and glared at them, suddenly wishing that these guys were like the Archangel Lemuel in the Sanctuary. He could see his own value at a glance, unlike these mediocre people...
But when he thought about Lemuel spinning himself inside his sleeve like a top, Emhard couldn't help but yawned.
He blinked and flew towards the Longting soldiers who were laughing so hard that their stomachs hurt. After a moment of silence, he looked at Bull who wrote the dragon song and asked,
"Your dragon song is very good. Can you tell me more about its content?"
"Hahaha, he can also listen to dragon songs?! Oh my god, I'm laughing so hard!"
"Your mother!"
"Okay, okay..."
No matter how hard Bull couldn't help laughing, he still opened his mouth to explain to the book in front of the fire,
"Our queen and priest are simply the best and best friends on the continent. You don't know in this book that when we expelled humans..."
...
...
"twitter..."
It was early in the morning, and the early birds on the branches outside vented their energy that had nowhere to rest, and sang one after another, just like they sang "Spring is coming" in early spring.
Of course, all this may be subjective and far-fetched by the listener, but today is different, because the cave is indeed so full of spring at this moment.
"Well..."
The birds outside woke up Fisher, who was still sleeping. He squinted his eyes a little. He hadn't slept so comfortably for a long time. If he recalled it carefully, it seemed like the last time he felt like this was the last time.
At this time, the cave and the bedding seemed extremely warm. He just wanted to move his body a little, but he only felt the weight of a tail on his body. What was even more exaggerated was that the "Dragon Queen" beside him also
It seems that it is still clinging to itself insatiably.
Her face with illusory horns was pressed tightly against her chest, and behind her, her long hair like a waterfall of roses lay in unclear layers on the bed, quilt, and in Fisher's hand.
The contented Rafael slept soundly. He didn't know what he thought of in his dream. Even the corners of his mouth seemed to curl up unconsciously, telling him about the intimacy of last night.
Her scales are completely bent down, so not only are they not irritating at all, but they are extremely soft and comfortable to touch.
Fisher, who had not seen her for a long time, was not satisfied even with what he had last night.
At this moment, his big hand brushed the other person's back bit by bit, feeling her heartbeat and temperature, and he felt a sense of satisfaction in his heart. He didn't even know when Rafael woke up in his arms.
..
Because she didn't make a sound, she just enjoyed this time extremely quietly.
It wasn't until Fisher felt the tail lying in the quilt shaking comfortably that he came back to his senses from the complete emptiness of his brain and noticed her eyes that had been opened.
"woke up?"
"ah..."
After being exposed, Rafael was not as surprised as if he had been caught while hiding, but instead stretched like a cat.
wisps of sweet and gentle steam leaked from the quilt, but she was not satisfied and opened her mouth to gently nibble on Fisher's muscles.
Under the stimulation of some of her sharp fangs, Fisher only felt itchy.
He glanced at her in his arms, but heard her say vaguely,
"Fisher, do you think I've changed?"
"Well, it's become astringent."
"Crack!"
Rafael glared at Fisher, then patted the bed with his tail in protest, and had no choice but to make Fisher change his words.
"No, you haven't changed, not at all."
Rafael was slightly stunned when he heard this. His face buried in Fisher's arms didn't know whether it was disappointment or happiness. She smiled slightly and said,
"so..."
"Is it important to change things that don't change?"
"I think there's one thing... I want to get better. Although nothing has changed, it means it hasn't gotten worse, but..."
Rafael may just feel that it is not enough.
"Then do you think I've changed, Rafael?"
Rafael raised his head and looked at Fisher in front of him, then his eyes turned away with a red face.
"Becoming...even more powerful..."
"...Besides this?"
Rafael held his chin in Fisher's arms and carefully looked at Fisher in front of him. After a few seconds, he said,
"Well... I also think that you haven't changed at all."
"Really?"
"real."
"If Emhart knew you said that, he would definitely roll his eyes..."
Fisher smiled helplessly, and then continued,
"Maybe it's not that I haven't changed at all, I just can't feel it in your eyes, because you don't care about it. On the contrary, Rafael, the same is true for me. I'm here just for you, not for other reasons. So, I
I also hope you don’t consider other factors, okay?”
After hearing this, Rafael raised her gaze to look at Fisher, who was looking serious in front of her. Then she moved up a little bit and captured his lips and tongue again, conveying her own warmth.
After a long, long time, she stepped back a little with bright eyes, then slowly stood up from the quilt with a smile, grabbed her and Fisher's clothes next to her, and said,
"We will set off to the rear today. The puppet army is coming. Before that, I will take advantage of this last breathing opportunity to make all preparations."
"good."
Rafael smiled slightly, then stood up and changed his clothes in front of Fisher, putting on his armor.
After last night, Rafael seemed to have become lighter. She packed everything up in the sunshine, and then prepared to leave the cave to make some preparations, and brought back some food for Fisher.
In order to speed up preparations, only Fisher and Rafael returned to the rear this time. The rest of the Longting army, including Lal, were still guarding Longting's defense line in the Nanzhi Mountains. They would fight with them at any time.
Rafael stays in touch to respond to any changes that may arise.
Compared with Rafael, who has brisk hands and feet and a relaxed look, Fisher's movements appear to be slightly slower.
Of course, it is not because he was drained by Rafael. In this regard, Fisher has almost no end, otherwise he would not be so greedy and demanding.
First of all, after entering the mythical level, he does not need to prepare any luggage, nor does he need to eat a lot. His biggest enemy now is the madness and instability caused by the chaos in his body. Compared with eating, he may go through another
The warmth last night was of even greater benefit to him.
Another reason is of course because of Emhart, who volunteered to take the risk last night, but because he didn't know the specific situation of the battle, Fisher didn't agree with him on a specific time to return. He didn't know where he was now or when he would be back.
Before leaving with Rafael, he had to find him back.
While thinking about this, Fisher quickly changed into a new set of clothes. This southern continent-style clothes fit perfectly. Although the appearance was not as noble and gentlemanly as Nari's clothes, it looked wild.
Aura, but Fisher is a natural clothes hanger, and it doesn't look out of place when naked, let alone this dress carefully sewn by Lar.
Looks pretty good.
Fisher looked up and down, then stuffed all his belongings into his clothes and prepared to set off to find Emhart.
Unexpectedly, just as he was about to set off, a square Emhart flew back from the door.
As soon as he came back, he smiled inexplicably at Fisher. He didn't know what he was laughing at.
Fisher raised his eyebrows. He didn't know what he was laughing at. He ran out and stayed all night last night and still had so much fun. Was he stupid?
"why are you laughing?"
"Did I laugh?"
Emhardt flew onto Fisher's shoulder, and surprisingly, he didn't even say a word to complain about Fisher.
You know, once he was allowed to leave temporarily in the past, he would definitely bombard himself with all kinds of accusations when he came back...
But today, for the first time, he said nothing, as if he had suddenly become sensible, which made Fisher a little confused.
Is it possible that there is such a benefit in getting back together after being separated for a while in the past?
Then he and Rafael have been separated for so long, and if he tells her about the mistakes he has made, will she easily forgive him?
Fisher, who had been thinking for a long time but had no solution, could only think that this guy had just changed his gender. He didn't pay much attention to it and just said,
"...ready to go."
"Where are we going?"
"Behind the Dragon Court, the Northern Green Dragon Court seems to be making some moves. Rafael needs to make some preparations, and so do I... I want to find out the possible relationship between Barbatos and the Demon Dynasty and Nali."
Emhard didn't even hear the second half of the sentence, but he laughed uncontrollably when he heard the first half of the sentence "Longting's rear", which made Fisher even more confused. He couldn't help but ask again,
"why are you laughing?"
"I remember happy things."
"What are you happy about?"
"I went out last night and found some meaningful knowledge, and I recorded it... Well, that's it... hahahaha..."
"..."
Fisher raised his eyebrows, but seeing his cheerful look, he thought it matched his convulsive appearance after recording some knowledge, so he didn't take it too seriously.
He just slowly walked out of the cave where he lived last night, turned his head and looked further south here, where he and Rafael would go next.