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Clothes 150: 62.
Clothes In the dense jungles of the South Continent, several dragon-man species had pitched their small tents and set up small fire lamps beside them.
Near water sources in sumr, there were many mosquitoes, and the heated blood of adult dragon-n ant that the insects would not bite their skin.
However, it was a different story for the newly born little dragon n.
To prevent the little dragon n from being covered in bites, the dragon-n would light special fire lamps to drive away the mosquitoes.
Rafael walked through the encampnts in the jungle.
Many dragon-n greeted her with a bow, while not a few regarded her with cold eyes—they were all followers of her brothers, but Rafael didn’t care about their gaze since her brothers were still lying on the ground, motionless.
Many of the dragon-man species slept in the trees, and there were quite a few guards on night watch.
Further in, a carriage was parked on the edge of the jungle, which was clearly not a product of dragon-man craftsmanship but that of humans.
However, over the past few months, the dragon-n had grown accustod to Rafael’s carriage.
During the day, Rafael could take the injured dragon-n with her in the carriage as they traveled.
But as soon as night fell, she’d drive them out.
Sotis she would rest inside the carriage at night, but not for long.
This ti was the sa; she indeed felt a bit weary and wanted to rest for a while, but as she approached the carriage, she saw a familiar blue dragon-man, Lar.
She silently observed the carriage before her until Rafael got close enough for Lar to turn her head in a fluster, looking embarrassed,
“Lord Rafael.”
“Lar…” Rafael gave Lar a glance and said, “Thinking of Fisher again?”
Lar pursed her lips, nodded, then shook her head,
“Yeah, sotis I often dream of the tis we lived in the carriage, traveling together, going into human cities…”
Rafael smiled helplessly and patted her head, asking,
“Do you regret coming back with ?”
If she hadn’t returned, she wouldn’t have to wander with the entire Dragon-man Tribe, nor would she have witnessed her elder brother bleed out and die.
They could have continued their pleasant journey, carefree.
But after thinking it over for a mont, Lar decisively shook her head,
“I don’t regret it.
If I hadn’t co back, my brother wouldn’t have seen for the last ti, and Mother would be worried about …
Lord Rafael, we’ll see Fisher again in the future, right?”
“…We will, I promise.”
Rafael looked at the distant starry sky and made a promise, but due to the lack of rest, she was truly feeling drowsy, as if everything around her was beginning to blur.
She let out a breath and said,
“Lar, guard for the night, will you?
I need to rest for a while.”
Ironically, she needed soone to keep watch while she rested within her own tribe, otherwise, Rafael feared that her brothers would assemble a band of n and kill her at any mont.
“Okay~”
Rafael took Lar into Fisher’s carriage, which still had the sa decor as when it left Fisher.
Rafael entered Fisher’s room and gently leaned on what used to be Fisher’s bed.
Lar obediently picked up the books that Fisher had given Rafael to learn the Nali language and started reading.
Recently, she was also learning the human Nali Language.
She was really too young, and although she wanted to help, she didn’t know what to do.
Fasher and Kexier had to guard Rafael, keep an eye on the movents of the people in the tribe, and also help those who were injured to heal their wounds.
Mier was managing everyone’s food and preparing als.
It seed that Lar just had to behave and not cause trouble to be helpful.
But Lar didn’t want that; she wanted to prove that she could be helpful too.
Rafael, feeling weary just monts before, awoke soon after lying down.
But for the ti being, she was unwilling to leave Fisher’s bed, as if she had an attachnt to it.
She silently buried her head in the bedclothes.
After quite so ti, she suddenly rembered that she had placed the map he gave her under her pillow and had not studied it closely over this period.
“Can’t Lord Raphael sleep?”
Lar saw Raphael sit up again and asked so.
“Ah, a little, I suppose.
Oh, Lar, your mother cos from the East Branch Tribe.
I had asked you to inquire if they have a seal like our tribe’s.
Did you ask her?”
Raphael stood up and went to his desk, opening a drawer to reveal a jade seal shaped like a dragon’s tooth.
It was twisted and archaic, engraved with an ancient dragon script aning “River Soul,” a symbol of the Clan Leader of the South Branch Tribe.
Previously, the map said “The Gate shall open only when the Seals are gathered,” but Raphael had never known what the referred seals were.
The only thing he could think of were the Clan Leader’s Seals that had always been passed down in his tribe.
Lar was slightly startled upon hearing this, then frowned and touched his head as he said,
“Um, Mom said she isn’t quite clear if the thing Lord Raphael is looking for is that.
The Clan Leader of the East Branch Tribe doesn’t have such a thing, but she ntioned that an old dragon man in the tribe once had sothing similar.”
“I see…
It doesn’t matter; I will verify it later.”
Raphael gave a resigned smile, speaking to the equally sleepy-looking Lar,
“Go on, you don’t have to stand guard tonight.
Head back and rest with your mother.
We need to continue our journey early tomorrow.”
“Okay…
Goodnight, Lord Raphael.”
Lar rubbed his eyes, clutching his Nali Language book as he ran out of the carriage.
It seed she encountered Kexier and Fasher at the door, as their voices in conversation drifted over, then the carriage door closed again, quieting the space inside.
Raphael, unable to sleep for the mont, walked around the carriage for a while.
Oddly enough, even though the space inside the carriage was actually cramped, it felt quite spacious to him at the mont, as if it were the whole world.
He walked into the changing room, filled entirely with human male attire.
A few suits had initially hung in front of the clothes rack, but they seed to have been either burned or soiled in battle.
Raphael chuckled, tidying up the remaining clothes of Fisher.
He didn’t want that human to be without clothes the next ti they t.
As he organized, his gaze was eventually drawn to a deep purple dress hanging at the back, that upon first sight, made Raphael’s expression turn cold.
As he drew closer, a warning ssage lit up on the garnt,
“Except for Fisher, any creature that approaches this garnt shall receive my curse.
This is the only warning.
Please inform Fisher that I am aware of this matter.”
As expected, this must be sothing left behind by the woman nad Renie.
“Heh…”
Raphael recalled Fisher telling him that the lady was rely an acquaintance, not soone with a particularly close relationship.
However, at this mont, the sight of the dress was irritating to him.
Looking around as if not to be seen by Fisher, he gently extended his hand, and a string of Dragon-man magic appeared in his palm.
Over this ti, Raphael had learned much of the Dragon-man Species’ magic from notes left by Fisher.
Previously, there had been no opportunity to use it, but now it ca in handy.
The fierce flas engulfed the dress in an instant, taking with it the warning magic into the fire.
Watching the dress slowly turn to ashes within the flas, a smile crept onto Raphael’s face, seemingly quite satisfied.
At last, the dressing room was finally clean, containing only Fisher’s and his own clothes.
Raphael glanced at the changing room with satisfaction, then walked out with light steps.
He needed to rest a bit more, for they were to set out on their journey tomorrow.
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