Just when Fisher was making vegetable soup and thinking about what to do with the little lamb in front of him, Fisher and Rafael just found that the grass planted by the goat man was picking up again. After a while, it started to grow again.
A satyr woman with white fluffy hair walked out. She glanced at Fisher with panic eyes, and then looked at the child who was holding a bowl and eating fiercely.
"child!"
She spoke in panic, ran to the satyr child lying on the ground and hugged him tightly. The satyr female had a lot of fluffy hair on her body, and only her face was not covered with hair, thus revealing her beautiful figure.
A lot of dirt comes on the face.
It could be seen that she had not eaten for a long time. She was naked and exuded a strong milk fragrance. After confirming the child's safety, she glanced at the bowl in the child's hand and her throat.
Shake it from time to time.
Fisher looked at the trembling satyr on the ground, turned to look at Rafael, and at the same time, she also frowned.
Before Fisher could speak, she jumped up from where she was and headed towards the jungle behind.
When the mother and son saw Rafael's actions, they immediately became panicked, and their bodies trembled uncontrollably. The satyr mother hugged the boy tightly in her arms, as if she thought Fisher had found out.
What are you going to do to them?
But Fisher just continued to ladle the soup and tasted the taste.
"bump!"
"Ah, no!"
"Buzz!"
Not long after Rafael left, several roars and the sound of gunfire came from the forest in the distance. Several trees fell down one after another, causing the birds above to fly up. Then, there was a fall over there.
Deadly silence.
After a while, Rafael slowly walked back from the direction where the mother and son came, carrying several muskets with a cold face, and some blood was stained on the linen clothes. She let out a long breath full of steam.
With his breath, he dropped the muskets on the ground.
"Who is it?"
Watching Rafael sitting next to him again, Fisher scooped up a bowl of soup for her, but she wrinkled her nose and smelled it, not feeling cold at all.
She looked at the blood-stained fire walls with complicated eyes, took a sip and said,
"It's the Goatmen. I've already dealt with them all..."
"You have made rapid progress. You have not acted impulsively this time, and your observation skills have also improved. How did you find out?"
Raphael looked at the two shivering satyrs and glanced at their bodies that were emaciated due to hunger.
"The Goat race cannot be this hungry even if they are fleeing from famine. Even if they are looking for raw grass in the forest, they can satisfy their hunger. Under normal circumstances, they cannot be this hungry... There is only one situation where they are imprisoned by others.
, forcing them to be unable to eat.”
Rafael looked at the pale goat mother again,
"That goat-man has the aura of having sex with others. Normally humans would not insult female demi-humans, but she has such signs. It only means that the person who coerced them must be demi-humans, most likely of the same race. It should be the front line
The demi-humans failed in the battle, and some demi-humans in the tribe took the opportunity to plunder women, children and wealth.”
"They must be trying to rob compatriots or other people passing by, so let this mother and son come over and relax their vigilance."
Speaking of this, Rafael looked at the mother and son with a somewhat sad expression, and for a moment he didn't know what to say.
This is the current situation of demi-humans. Not only are they being bullied by humans, but the short-sighted demi-humans within cannot see the situation clearly, and they are still bullying the weak for their own selfish interests...
She talked for a long time, but never got a response from Fisher, so she turned to look at him, only to find that at this moment, his usually cold face evoked a faint smile, which was very rare and gentle in his face.
Under his gaze, Rafael's face instantly turned red and he subconsciously avoided his sight.
"Good analysis, I give you full marks this time."
"..."
Rafael's tail waggled, and he even took a few more sips of the unpleasant vegetable soup in the bowl, as if it had become so sweet at this moment.
"Fischer! I heard gunshots. Did you kill something? Lar wants to eat meat. Hey, it's sheep..."
Lal rubbed her eyes and ran out of the carriage door. When she came out, she saw the situation outside. She was not fully awake yet. She staggered and leaned into Fisher's arms. As a result, she was intercepted by Rafael on the way.
He had no choice but to be imprisoned in her arms.
"Lal, come over and have some soup."
"Ugh...what is this? No, Lal hates green food the most!"
"It's good for your health."
Like a demon, Rafael gave the unconscious Lal several mouthfuls of soup, and only let her go after making sure she swallowed it. Lal immediately ran to the river with a sad face and washed her mouth with stream water, as if there was something unclean.
Something went in.
"I want to tell Sister Mir! Sir Rafael bullied me and even covered me with the clothes he wore! Lal is angry! Woo hoo hoo..."
Watching Lar yelling and running back into the car, Rafael folded his hands and looked indifferent.
Just kidding, even her parents in the tribe can't cure her, let alone you little Lal.
Seeing that Fisher didn't speak, Rafael scooped up some vegetable soup for the mother and son to drink first, and then made no intention of taking them with him, but just pointed in a direction and asked them to leave quickly.
"thanks, thanks!"
Seeing that Rafael really wanted to let them go, the satyr mother could no longer bear it and shed tears while holding her child. With the comfort of the child in her arms, she took the handful that Rafael gave them.
The muskets went south.
As night fell, Rafael sat on the tallest tree and watched the mother and son walking further and further away. She didn't look back until she entered the wilderness. With her excellent eyesight, she saw what seemed to be a group of people in that direction.
The Goat Tribe is migrating south, and it would be appropriate for the mother and son to set off at this time so that they can meet up.
There's only so much she can do for the time being.
It is very close to the north coast. Rafael can sometimes hear the sound of the sea lapping at the shore, and can also see the seagulls with spread wings leaping freely in the sky. At night, he can also hear the sound of a huge sound coming from the sea.
It roared like a wild monster. When we were eating just now, Fisher said that it was the whistle of a ship built by humans.
So in Rafael's mind, the ship turned into a huge monster that made a huge roar. Its body was filled with humans, and they were put in its mouth and crossed the ocean. But she didn't know for a moment what those things were.
What did it eat? A creature that can carry so many people and make so much noise must eat a lot of meat.
The sound of the whistle gradually faded away and filled the wilderness of the Southern Continent with silence. It only reminded Rafael that they were almost at the destination mentioned by Fisher. When he thought of this, Rafael's heart always felt...
There is a wonderful sense of curiosity and panic.
She really wanted to know where Fisher lived, wanted to know his past and family, and wanted to live with him. But rationality told her that this idea was indeed very absurd, at least it seemed very absurd now.
Fisher lives in a continent full of humans. As Mill said, there are humans everywhere who look down on subhumans. Even though he is different from others, he cannot accept that...
Rafael has things that must be accomplished, as she has seen along the way.
She wants to bring her friends back home and let them return to their families; she wants to save the demi-humans who are constantly losing their lives so that they can go home; she wants to gain the same status as Fisher, so that they can return home.
As for being able to stand side by side with him without being ridiculed.
And you can't get these by going back to his hometown with Fisher...
Rafael lowered his head and looked into the distance, his emerald green eyes falling into confusion from time to time, but in the end they were replaced by determination.