A strong wind blew away, and Fisher's carriage staggered in front of Kerken City, which was still repairing roads. The city wall had just been built here, and the uneven soil at the entrance was full of carriage ruts and horse hoof prints. Take the
The city guards with guns were patrolling the gate, and many farmers who had collected things from outside held their agricultural products at the gate and lined up to pass through the city gate.
There are countless posters posted at the gate of the city, introducing the city, as well as advertisements for local shops, with oil paintings depicting scantily clad blondes and the addresses of the shops. A griffon is hanging in the wind above the city.
The flag entered Fisher's eyes through the brim of his hat.
Fortunately, it was a city in Nali. If it were a city in Shivali or Kadu, as a citizen of Nali, he would have to pay an entry fee, and he would probably also have to pay taxes and so on.
Fisher slapped the horse's rump lightly and moved forward.
"Dear gentleman, please show me your ID."
At the door, a soldier with a beard and a musket on his back coughed and respectfully asked Fisher to show his ID. Several young soldiers behind him looked eagerly at Fisher's carriage with complicated patterns.
It seems a little impatient.
But after Fisher took out the "Southern Continent Pass Permit" and "Citizenship Certificate" specially issued by the Narli government, the leading officer winked at the soldiers behind him, and they curled their lips in disappointment and returned to their duty station.
Went chatting.
"It turns out to be Mr. Saint-Nali. Happy coming to the city. Welcome to Kerken City... Next one!"
Fisher glanced at him calmly and reached out to take back his ID. The carriage passed through the door opening of the city wall, followed by a dark red carriage. It turned out that the owner of this carriage was Mr. Schwali.
.The decoration there advocates crimson, and even the wedding attire is bloated in crimson.
Check the documents again and again, but this time the young man behind him is a little busy.
He withdrew his gaze, pulled down the brim of his hat, and ignored what was happening behind him.
The roads in the city have not yet been built, and there is dirty mud and sewage discharged from stores everywhere. For a city in the southern continent, the most important thing is to build walls and shops. The other things can be discussed later, so it is a big deal.
The sanitary environment and living conditions in most cities are somewhat embarrassing.
But fortunately it was still bearable, and Fisher wasn't prepared to stay here for a long time.
"Sir, please look over here. There is a hotel for resting at night. Horses and carriages are taken care of for free. Warm water and towels are provided in the morning. It only costs 50 euros a night. There are discounts for long-term orders!!"
“The most authentic food in Sainte-Negli!”
"Indigenous people from the Southern Continent! Lady from Sanali! Sister of Shivali! Sir, are you alone tonight?"
The carriage was not moving very fast, and there were busboys running behind the carriage along the way, promoting their shops to Fisher.
Of course, in addition to this, there are also promotions such as restaurants and women's branches, which wildly highlight the characteristics of their stores.
Fisher ignored them and gently knocked on the compartment door behind him with his cane. After waiting for a while, the compartment door was about to be pushed open, but Fisher suddenly pressed the door with his hand, preventing it from fully opening.
"This is a human city, stay inside for now."
"Obviously it was you who knocked on the door and called me."
After Fisher spoke in dragon language, the force of pushing the door behind him slowly disappeared, and only a pair of green eyes stared at him from the gap in the door.
"...Then go buy some food first, and after giving it to them, you go to the second room on the left to find a set of clothes to put on, and then follow me to buy supplies."
The pair of eyes looked at him, and then silently retracted into the carriage, probably to inform her companions.
He had a carriage engraved with space magic, so he didn't need to live in a tavern's shabby room anymore, but he still needed a place to park the carriage, so he called a boy from a house that only allowed carriages to be parked, and asked him to give it to him
lead the way.
After the carriage was backed into the corner of the simple "horse parking lot", he opened the carriage door behind him. There were many travelers' carriages parked here. Of course, there were also people living here, but most of them were responsible for driving the carriages.
Fisher, the coachman, specially chose the farthest corner to avoid the situation in the carriage being discovered by them.
He ordered the hotel's chef to make a roast chicken for five people and a bread set for one person. The meal for this group of dragon ladies alone cost close to 100 euros, which made Fisher's brows jump when he paid the bill.
The money to buy them was obtained from the unlucky guy Orn. Originally, he was just asking where there were traces of the red dragon people. Unexpectedly, the intelligence dealer and buyer actually had his own idea. Fisher could only accept it with tears.
He gave away all his belongings.
Fisher thought that coming to the Southern Continent would be expensive, so he brought almost all his belongings with him. However, whenever he paid outside, his facial expression would still become stiffer, as if he was being slapped.
The blood is as painful.
There are many money-making projects in this era, but none of them seem to be relevant to him. It seems that the Mother Goddess does not intend to let him get rich this year. Now his income and expenditure situation can be said to be the worst stage in his life.
Fisher took the large plate of turkey set meal, and under the horrified eyes of the hotel waiter, he held up seven plates with both hands and returned to his carriage steadily.
As soon as he opened the carriage door, there were chirping shouts inside, which made Fisher think he had gone to a cotton factory on the outskirts of Saint-Nali.
"This is definitely not how you wear it. I think it should be turned around..."
"Ah, I understand! These are human clothes, how come there is a gap for the tail! No wonder we can't find the pros and cons!"
Fahir should be the smartest one besides Rafael. In addition to being childlike, she often finds blind spots that other partners cannot see, such as now.
Just by hearing the conversation inside, Fisher could roughly guess what kind of "tragedy" was happening inside.
He walked down the stairs with the turkey, and sure enough, looking at the surprisingly messy changing room, he suddenly wanted to reach out and rub his eyebrows, but found that he no longer had a third hand.
Apart from the chattering dragons outside, the next thing that caught Fisher's eyes was a long red tail. Going up along the link between the tail and the spine, there were a few smooth red scales, and a large area of white skin.
The creamy back skin was covered with light red scars.
At the same time, even from the back, Fisher could still catch a glimpse of the broad and soft outline in front.
Rafael looked back at Fisher in panic, and raised his tail a little more, but he didn't know if he thought of something, so he quickly lowered his tail to cover his lower body.
"Human clothes don't suit me very well."
Fisher calmly took in the scenery in his eyes, and then focused on the white shirt and pants that looked like rotten rags on her body.
Before coming here, he had already prepared suitable clothes for these dragon people and sealed them in the changing room in dragon language. Why didn't she notice it?
"You guys, come here and get your lunch first, one for each person, don't take more."
“It’s delicious!”
"Lal!"
"It's all your fault, Mill. You must have spoiled her."
"Why?"
Lal was the most excited. He was playing with the clothes on the ground just now. Now when he saw the food, he ran over quickly and wanted to be the first to enjoy it. His friends behind him couldn't hold him back, so they had to put down the clothes in their hands and come over to eat.
After all their chickens were given out, and Rafael's and his own were put away, Fisher was finally able to make room and go into the changing room to help Rafael deal with the clothes.
I saw her two paws passing through the holes of the white shirt, causing the lines of the originally fitting white shirt to pop open. She was only wearing a long upper body coat, and it only covered the front. I don't know if it was
It was stuck, restricting the movement of both her hands. Then, the large red dragon scales appeared in Fisher's eyes.
"I should have written the clothes you want to wear here in dragon language, why are you still looking through them?"
Rafael couldn't see Fisher's figure, but felt that his voice was very close to him, probably right behind him, and even the breath of his words could be felt by his scales. Strangely enough, it was clear that the Dragon Man
Her scales were very hot, but at this moment, when the breath hit her body, she felt extremely hot.
"Yes...Lal came in first..."
She was a little embarrassed, especially after looking at the messy changing room around her.
Fisher didn't answer her anymore. He lowered his head and found a box with dragon language written on it in the pile of clothes scattered on the floor. The words like knives and scales read,
"Dragon Women's Clothing".
Fortunately, the things inside were not taken out by that troublemaker Lal, otherwise if they were damaged, they would not be repairable in the Southern Continent.
"You got your head into the sleeve of your clothes, that's why it's stuck...I'll hold the clothes and you slowly take your head out."
Fisher reached out and grabbed the long coat hanging between her neck and red hair. After his fingers came into contact with her neck, her body suddenly shook, and then, a thick dragon tail subconsciously wrapped around her.
It touched Fisher's waist, causing him to look down in surprise.
"Well..."
Rafael's scales opened slightly, and a little hot steam seeped out of them. However, Fisher felt it was warm and not as hot as that night, so he did not withdraw his fingers.
The next second, the whole room suddenly fell into silence for a second, without any movement or words. Fisher only felt a long tail gently pulling her body, letting her long red hair fall
He looked at her chest, but couldn't see any of her expressions clearly.
For the first time in his life, he was stunned for a second, and then he softened his expression and reminded him calmly,
"...your tail."
"!!"
But just this sentence seemed to open the steam valve of the factory machinery. The familiar hot steam spurted out uncontrollably from Rafael's body in an instant, and her tail was gently wrapped around her waist.
He also pushed out suddenly, causing Fisher to fall back suddenly.
But he was still holding the clothes wrapped around her neck.
"Tear!"
"boom!"
Naturally, at the moment when the clothes were torn and torn, Fisher fell back, Rafael also suddenly fell forward, and two loud noises were heard throughout the changing room.
"you you you you.."
The red tail swayed gently in front to cover her exposed body after she fell to the ground. Rafael adjusted his posture and leaned against the corner of the cloakroom. The long red tail protected her spiritually.
Fisher, on the other hand, was staring blankly at the ceiling without looking in her direction. The next moment, the oily-mouthed Lar heard the noise and came bounding over from the next door, breaking into his sight.
"Ugh! Master Raphael fell down, and Fisher also fell down! Mil, come here quickly, Master Raphael's tail must be too big, and the clothes can't be stuffed in! That's what I said.
, you all don’t believe it!”
It seems that even if there is no research time, some information about the dragon people can be obtained.
He sat up, turned around and threw the clothes in his hands to Rafael who was still sitting on the ground without saying a word.
"There are instructions in it. You should be able to wear it this time. Don't let Lal and the others help you make suggestions."
It's ridiculous to say that he suddenly expected Rafael to assassinate him and then fail to face the punishment...
He glanced at Lall next to him who looked at him in disbelief after hearing these words and then felt aggrieved. He stretched out his hand to rub her head, picked up a piece of bread and walked out of the carriage again.