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Brain Demon Species and Spider-man Species 20: 20.
Brain Demon Species and Spider-man Species “Fishel, Fishel, was Qiu’er sent away?”
As dusk approached, the carriage finally stopped; they had breakfast in Keken City in the morning, made do with so purchases from the city for lunch, and by afternoon, Lar was almost faint with hunger, swaying back and forth in the carriage, always urging Fasher and Kexier to ask Fishel for food.
Knowing she was starving, Fishel stopped near a river bend, also informing the Dragon Ladies that they could co down for a free walk.
Expecting Lar to ask about what was for dinner, he was surprised when her first words were about Qiu’er.
“Hmm.”
After receiving Fishel’s affirmative answer, Lar glimpsed at him with pursed lips, but ultimately said nothing and ran off to play in the water with Kexier, her figure not as carefree as before.
Fishel glanced at her, gripped his handcane and rifle, and walked down from the carriage.
The wilderness weather was peculiarly foul today, the fog growing denser at dusk.
Just as Fishel, who had thought about hunting, took a few steps and turned around, he realized he could no longer see the figures of the Dragon-man Ladies playing in the water.
Lord Raphael was unwell and could only stay in the carriage as the sun was about to set, and no one was around to take care of those who were out.
A sense of foreboding leapt in Fishel’s heart; he called them to co back to the carriage.
“Mier, get them back on the carriage and don’t co down.”
“Ah yes…
alright.”
Standing at the front of the carriage, Mier wagged his tail and hurriedly ushered Lar and Fasher onto the carriage.
Lord Raphael, having slept all afternoon, had just opened his eyes, still weak, drinking a sip of the river water they brought back, but Fishel was nowhere to be seen.
“Lord Raphael, please continue to rest, Lord Fishel has gone to find dinner.”
“Yes, yes, I even brought back a lot of water, look…
I even saw a fish in the river, but unfortunately, I couldn’t catch it.”
“Lar, stop talking.”
Lar, not taking it lying down, stuck her tongue out at Fasher who had just spoken, then annoyed, hid behind Mier.
The dense fog outside gradually spread.
Not daring to go too far, Fishel returned to the river to catch fish for dinner.
As he wandered along the river, a faint female voice suddenly erged from the engulfing fog.
“Is anyone there?
Can soone help ?”
The voice seed to speak Nali Language, its hurried softness conveying the image of a noble lady possibly lost outside the city.
“Bang!”
Fishel looked expressionlessly towards the direction of the voice and fired his rifle; the bullet’s flash disappeared into the fog, followed by the abrupt silence of the voice.
They were being targeted.
Fishel remained highly alert, but did not notice behind him, that the eyes of the two horses pulling the carriage had slowly turned an unnatural white.
“Hush!”
As the white spread through their eyes, they suddenly cried out and hurriedly pulled the carriage forward, causing the Dragon-n inside to stumble against the walls.
“Why is the carriage moving?
Wait, Fishel isn’t on board yet, quickly pull the horses.”
Lar’s shouting ca, just about to leave the carriage when Fishel’s voice followed,
“Do not co out of the carriage!”
Lar’s movent halted, and Mier pulled her back from behind.
“Bang, bang!”
Outside, the dark mist ignited with gunfire, bullets whistling towards Fishel.
Amid the faint sll of gunpowder, Fishel’s body fell to the ground, while the carriage raced ahead into the distance, eventually obscured completely by the fog.
Inside, Mier, startled by the gunfire, felt his legs weaken and sat down on the edge of the step, clutching Lar.
“Fish…
where’s Fishel?”
Lord Raphael spoke weakly, looking towards the racing carriage, where the man was no longer visible.
“He…
he is still outside, he just told us not to get out of the carriage..”
Kexier and Fasher’s expressions turned serious, and they turned to look at Mier,
“Take Lar and Lord Raphael back to the room first, we must have been attacked.
We’ll go and stop the carriage.”
Before Mier could nod, a sudden noise of sothing landing on top of the speeding carriage roof was heard.
The sound made Lord Raphael and the others all turn their eyes towards the door, where legs as sharp as steel blades steadily landed on the spot where Fisher had previously sat.
Then, as the huge spider body completely landed on the carriage, they could finally make out the graceful figure of a female on the upper half of the spider’s body.
She was a stunningly voluptuous woman with silver-white short hair that fluttered in the wind, wearing only a simple cloth covering her chest – her features were sharp and gallant, the only abnormality being the six crimson compound eyes above her normal ones.
“Don’t move, ladies, as long as you don’t move, nothing will happen,”
She glanced at Lord Raphael and the others seated near the stairs and spoke.
Her lips clearly articulated so obscure language, but as it entered the ears of Lord Raphael and the others, it turned into Fermat Baha Dragon Court Language, allowing them to understand.
Spider Lady raised her pale blue hands, each holding a human’s short-barrel musket.
“I ask, you answer…
Who else is on the carriage?”
“…It’s just us.”
“Playing lies does us no favors, or are you trying to protect your human masters?”
Lar couldn’t help but lean out from Mier’s arms and shout,
“It’s really only us, there is no one else!
Fisher hasn’t boarded yet!”
Spider Lady frowned and spoke towards the air,
“Kree, how is that human?”
From within the void, a delicate female voice faintly spoke,
“He got shot.
He should be dead.”
Mier and Lar’s faces slightly changed, showing a mix of disbelief.
“Tsk, seems I misjudged, this isn’t so rich human’s carriage…
But a mosquito’s leg is still better than none.
We might as well take the carriage back.
You co back too, Kree.”
Spider Lady put down the guns.
Her bulky body squeezed into the narrow passageway of the carriage, but just upon entering, she was startled by the magically expanded space inside.
“It turns out soone had set up magic inside the carriage…
Maybe my guessing isn’t wrong after all…”
Spider Lady murmured to herself, lowering her head to look at several Dragon-man Ladies inside the carriage, “One, two…
five dragon-man slaves, plus one red one…
this color of Dragon-man is quite rare.
It should fetch a good price.”
While she was talking, behind her, on the swiftly galloping horse, a translucent humanoid phantom suddenly appeared and, after a second or two, completely transford into a young girl’s figure.
She turned her head; she appeared as a human-like girl, her left eye tightly closed while her open right eye swirled with a faint glow like a vortex.
But she certainly was not human, for her head, apart from her face, was transparent, floating in the air – from here, her brain, like a starry sky, was visible through her transparent hair.
Her head was transparent except for her face!
Lord Raphael finally understood why they could understand Spider Lady’s language – the other party actually had a Brain Demon Species.
Such a demi-human species could facilitate communication beyond linguistic boundaries and also control mundane animals.
Before humans entered the South Continent, the Brain Demons were naturally excellent diplomats, serving as bridges of communication among various tribes.
The other was a Spider-man Species, a rare demi-human species dwelling in the forests, and the other was an even rarer Brain Demon Species.
“Xi Ya, have the humans inside been killed?”
“No, apart from that human who got off earlier, there are no more…”
The Brain Demon nad Kree nodded, her expression emotionless as she looked at the various dragon-n inside the carriage, her tone sowhat cold, “That fellow is already dead.”
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