Fisher lowered his head and looked at the name engraved on the manual for a long time. Apart from knowing the "code name" of the author who left this book, there was nothing else.
The only thing he can be sure of now is that there is more than one completion manual, and the people who created them are definitely not from this world. Maybe he can get more information from Caleb's soul completion manual in the future, but this requires
Fisher has a strong soul energy. After all, others cannot see these manuals, and it is impossible for him to ask Renee for help.
The words Philon left for Fisher before his death are also very interesting. He handed over the manual when he was about to die. At that time, Fisher was not the owner of the soul completion manual but saw the manual itself, and he
I also warned myself not to tear up these manuals, otherwise they would be reincarnated in another place.
These magical props are full of secrets, just like the legendary murals engraved on the stone walls.
Fermat's Baharon Court... How long ago was that in history?
Hundreds of years? Thousands of years?
Fisher closed the two completion manuals. This time he did not put them together, but placed one on the left and one on the right to avoid the previous exclusion.
He temporarily suppressed the issues that he had not yet thoroughly studied. He had gained a lot today and was not ready to continue.
He turned around and stood up to study the map. After leaving the city of Philon, he was not far from his final destination, the Port of Crete. If the carriage traveled quickly, it would only take two or three days.
Fisher walked out of the carriage and unknowingly sat in the carriage for several hours. His body, which was covered with injuries, began to feel faint pain again. He simply came out for some air. The dragons were all sleeping, and the sun outside was gradually fading.
Slanting to the west, the clouds are illuminated as orange as oranges.
Seeing that they hadn't gotten up yet, Fisher was going to go to the carriage to get the food supplied in Philon City to prepare dinner. The supplies were locked in the fourth room, so they didn't open them to use them this morning.
Feel free to grill it and eat it after hunting outside.
In the fourth room, in addition to supplies, there were also some weapons, such as muskets and meat saws, which were stored here. He took out the meat he bought, and went to get the fire and pot to prepare a dish for the evening.
The standard dishes of Saint Nali are not for those dragon people to eat, but for themselves.
Those dragons only need to eat meat. If you follow their diet, you still need some vegetables and fruits.
After going out and preparing a fire for dinner, Rafael had just changed her clothes and came out, but she could only put on linen clothes. The dress Fisher gave her was stained before, and she had just finished washing.
I washed it again and it could be used again soon, because the dragon's body was very hot. I put the clothes on Lal who was sleeping and it dried in a while.
Who told Lal to sleep like this?
"What are you doing?"
Rafael glanced at the vegetable soup that was simmering in the pot in front of Fisher, and subconsciously frowned for some reason, as if he smelled the smell of vegetables in the air.
"I'm making soup. Green vegetables can supplement some necessary nutrients for humans, although I don't know if you dragon people need it." While Fisher was boiling, he suddenly thought of something and said to Rafael, "By the way.
How is your learning of Nali language going?"
Rafael hugged his knees and sat next to the fire, cleared his throat, and said,
"Dear Mr. Fisher, do you have the honor to ask you to dance? Your beautiful figure reminds me of the lotus in the lotus pond facing the moon, so elegant and beautiful..."
Fisher glanced at the proud Rafael next to him, then stirred the soup in the pot,
"Six points for pronunciation, nine points for vocabulary, eight points for grammar, and zero points for general knowledge."
"Huh? Why?"
"This is what a man says when he invites a woman to dance. As a woman, you are saying the opposite."
"Who knows why you humans dance? We all like to ask people to come down and duel during banquets."
"It's better to respect the customs."
Although he spoke mercilessly, he was still surprised by Rafael's incredible learning ability. He could gradually master a language in just over a month. He had to admire Rafael.
"Keep up the good work, you learn quickly."
"I can understand your words, but some of the pronunciations are weird and I can't speak them well..."
The corners of Fisher's mouth curled up, understanding that she wanted to prove herself, but just as he was about to speak, he seemed to realize something. Rafael next to him also looked in the same direction as him.
go.
"who?!"
It was quiet over there, with only a little bit of grass rustling. Rafael stood up and jumped over there. As he got into the bushes, there were some cries. Within a few seconds,
, Rafael walked out carrying a boy with fluffy hair all over his body and a pair of curved spiral-shaped horns on his head.
She had a strange look on her face and said to Fisher,
"It's a child of the goat race..."
The child felt a little scared because he was hanging in the air. He immediately saw Fisher sitting next to the fire. Of course, he also saw the vegetable soup being cooked in the pot. The good smell made his throat move.
But he quickly lowered his head out of fear.
Rafael put him on the ground, and he immediately crawled on the ground and stuttered cowardly to Fisher,
"Yes...I'm sorry...spare...spare my life..."
The language seems to be very unfamiliar to this goat race, and the pronunciation is difficult to pronounce.
The language he spoke was not understandable to Rafael, but Fisher withdrew his gaze as if he understood clearly and explained to Rafael,
"He speaks the language of Shivali. He should be a demi-human who fled after the city lords of Shivali launched a war..."
Looking at the satyr child with smart eyes, Fisher suddenly remembered an interesting thing.
Many male nobles in Shivali are masculine. I heard that many nobles like to raise boys at home. Then during the years of development in the Southern Continent, many slave traders discovered that the goat race boys here grew hair after shaving.
They were very smart and beautiful, so they sold a large number of goat-man species to Shivali.
The fact is that those businessmen hit the jackpot, and soon satyr boys became the most fashionable trend among the nobles there. Every Swali male noble had one, and sometimes they would even get together to hold parties.
What.
All humans in the Western Continent look down on demi-humans and regard them as livestock. Even demi-human females do not appear in the women's branch. Most of the time, they are still used as slaves, but the Shivali nobles have become their own.
His strength has broken this prejudice. Should I say that I admire him or...
Fisher didn't like to comment, he just scooped out an extra bowl of vegetable soup, turned around and said in Swali,
"Where are you from? Who are you with?"
As a result, the boy just stared at Fisher, not daring to move, and his hooves behind him kept shaking, as if he was very afraid of him.
It seemed that he just learned a few words of human language temporarily to escape. Fisher scooped up an extra bowl of vegetable soup and placed it in front of him. The satyr was still very wary at first, but the hunger in his body no longer allowed him to do it.
Losing his patience, he glanced at Fisher, then hugged the bowl of vegetable soup with both hands and started drinking it. Even if it burned his mouth, he drank it all, not daring to let a drop flow out of his mouth to waste.
"The war between the demi-humans has failed. Now it seems that many of them are migrating here. Let's leave here early tomorrow morning and go north."
Rafael looked at the lying goat child chewing the vegetable leaves, and looked up at the setting sun in the distance. A large number of birds were frightened and flew away. Who knows what happened in the center of the battlefield over there.