Chapter 8 8 Maps

Chapter 8 8. Map

At night, the research was completed, and Rafael limped back to the room with hatred. Her right leg and left hand were wrapped in bandages, and the wounds hurt so much that the pain seemed to penetrate into the bones every time she touched them.

Unable to move, she lay quietly on the bed for a while before her companions came back one after another.

They have been in the cage for too long and rarely have the opportunity to move outside, so when they come back, you can still see the expressions of reluctance on their faces. But soon, they were attracted by Rafael's miserable state on the bed. Lal carefully knelt down next to her with his paws, quite worried.

"Lord Rafael, your wound"

They all knew that Rafael was shot before, and they also knew how those wounds tortured her at night.

"fine.."

Rafael opened his eyelids a little, but they were not opened, so his vision was still a little hazy.

Lal refused, he lowered his head and sniffed the area where the bandage was wrapped, then he covered his nose and wrinkled his face and shouted,

"It's so painful...that human must have poisoned Lord Rafael! I'm sure! My mother has used poison like this before, and I saw her pigs howling with my own eyes!"

But Hill slapped her hard on the head,

"Don't talk nonsense. Your mother raises Lulu pigs. How could she use poison to poison them? Get out of the way."

She lowered her head and sniffed at Rafael's wound, then raised her head and said to Fahir and Mir,

"It's blue flower grass, a medicine for stopping bleeding and healing. Mr. Rafael, he helped you treat the wound. The fat man must not have treated it for you before, otherwise you wouldn't have been so painful at night."

"I didn't ask him to help me treat my wounds!"

Rafael was a little ignorant and suddenly opened his eyes to face Kehir and interrupted her. But seeing the worried look in her companion's eyes, she pursed her lips again and closed her eyes.

How could she not know that the human was helping her to deal with the wound? She just didn't want to admit it, or she wanted to treat the other person's help as a trick on her, so that she could better assassinate the other person.

"No matter what, the most important thing now is to let Rafael have a good rest. Lar, stop making noise. If you sleep here, your tail will always move around. If you touch Rafael, The wound will not heal."

Mil smiled and dropped the topic. She looked at Lal and made arrangements for Rafael to sleep at night.

"No, no, why do you always say my tail is moving around? I obviously don't!"

"You're already asleep, how do you know?"

Fahir smiled evilly and touched her tail, then teased.

"Raphael likes to sleep with his tail in his arms. I just imitate her. I will hug him well and won't move around."

Lal hurriedly lay down next to Rafael and followed suit by hugging her blue tail. However, her tail was not as long as Rafael, so it was quite difficult to hold her up. It only took a moment. Feeling uncomfortable sleeping in this position, he looked at Rafael who was motionless next to him and pouted.

Rafael couldn't hold her tonight.

Behind him, Mil held her in his arms and pulled her to lie on the quilt.

"Okay, okay, we all know that it's just not very obedient. At least your intention to hold it is good..."

"Just pamper her, Sister Mil, her mother will think you spoil her rotten."

"My mother wouldn't think so!"

But Hill also lay on the bed, muttering to herself that she and Fahir were on the same side, and they didn't have much patience for Lal, a naughty child.

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The room was still bright, and the top of the room was always lit with the same kind of shiny thing that Rafael had seen in Fisher's room. They didn't know how to turn it off, thinking that humans sleep against the light at night.

Rafael felt a little tired, so she closed her eyes. With each breath, the pain in the wound slowly subsided and turned into a feeling close to cold and heavy. She felt a little sleepy.

But before she fell asleep, she suddenly couldn't remember when her friends had talked like this.

When were they captured by humans?

How many months? Half a year, or longer?

She was thinking vaguely, and she suddenly felt like going home.

"It seems the wound no longer hurts."

Early the next morning, Fisher called Rafael to his room. When Rafael saw him, he was wearing a white shirt and standing behind the desk drinking cold coffee.

After Rafael came over, he clapped his hands and turned on the light next to him, and gently pinched her right leg as he did last night. This time, her scales did not stand up again, nor did she spray out that scary of steam.

That human seemed to be surprisingly serious whenever he was doing research. His eyes were all focused on his body, as if he was tangibly scanning every scale and every inch of his skin.

Thinking of this, she suddenly felt a little unnatural, and moved her eyes away to other decorations in the room.

"Um"

Just as he asked her words, she waited for a long time before replying to Fisher.

Fisher didn't care. After making sure that the wound was no longer bleeding, he slowly stood up and said, "Dragon Man's recovery speed is beyond my imagination. I estimate that you will be able to run at full strength in just a day or two..."

"Dragon people are born warriors. Our blood is burning with fire since birth. This is just a small injury."

Rafael retracted his right leg and stretched his paw on the ground. His words were tinged with pride.

Fisher did not respond to her words. He returned to the desk and washed his hands with water. He said to her,

"There is no breakfast today. We will temporarily change the route and go to the nearest city of Keken for supplies. We will stay there for a day and a night. This time away from the carriage is a good opportunity for you."

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Rafael had no impression of the city in his words. It was better to say that she didn't even know where they were now. The land of the South Continent is very vast. For the dragon race who have lived on the south coast of the continent for many years, they don't even know that they have been taken across half of the continent by the circus and come to the north, which is closest to the West Continent.

Fisher tidied his clothes, put on his vest, took his pocket watch, and became a decent gentleman again. He pointed his finger slightly, and a map stretched out from the wall, revealing the pattern on it.

"Here is"

On the wall, a "world map" made by the Royal Cartographic Committee of Sannali appeared in Rafael's eyes. Even though she couldn't understand any of the words on it, the huge map still gave her some simple guesses.

"This is the continent where you have lived for generations. As for your hometown, it is probably in this area, and the farthest will not be in the middle."

Fisher stretched out his hand and drew a small area in the southern part of the southern continent. Just a simple painting framed the history of several generations of the dragon people.

Rafael once wanted to leave the tribe and see the outside world. She ran away from home many times and embarked on a journey alone. She thought she had walked very far and reached the ends of the earth, but in fact it only included a small corner of this vast continent.

She looked at the top of the map, where there was a more detailed continent with various dividing lines and many more marked continents. It was across the coast from the southern continent, of the same size, and full of human words.

"You...you really came from the sea"

They came from the sea, bringing massacres and fire to this continent, occupying this originally quiet and peaceful land.

"Yes, to be precise, I came by steamship. If your assassination fails, I will show you what it is."

"I don't want to see it!"

"Well, go wake them up. We have to set off."

Fisher snapped his fingers, and the map that brought infinite shock to Rafael rolled up again. He took his hat and cane, took a cigarette out of his arms, and walked out of the carriage from the stairs.

Outside the carriage, the wilderness in the early morning brought a breeze full of water vapor. Fisher lit the tobacco. In the little bit of smoke, he looked into the distance through the purple magic circle outside the carriage, and vaguely glimpsed a wisp of gray smoke on the far mountain.

There is a settlement of humans in the Western Continent there, and it is the city of Keken that we are going to now.

He blew a whistle lightly, and the purple magic slowly retracted into the surface of the carriage. The horse was awakened and shook its tail to drink water by the river again.

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