Asian Girl Completion Manual.

"Volunteer Explorer" Emhart walked through the woods silently, looking at the surrounding environment a little bored, but nothing seemed to arouse his interest.

As a relic, Emhart doesn't actually need sleep. For him, sleep is more like an option similar to "skipping" this period of time, which can make him more energetic, but it is completely unnecessary.

Emhart is an out-and-out coward, and unprotected sleep makes him feel very insecure, so most of the time, he doesn't need sleep, except when traveling with Fisher.

As a result, the nights felt extraordinarily long and boring without Fisher around.

But who told the hungry dragon queen to come back to him now? I don't know how long the confrontation between the two sides will last, so I can go back later.

What would you like to do by yourself?
Emhart was thinking while flying, and even wanted to lie limp in an unknown corner and wait until dawn.

He hesitated to stay among the trees, and at this moment, he smelled something that only he could smell.His one eye stared slightly, as if being led by the invisible smell, he involuntarily turned his book cover to that side.
"Well, this smell... Is there anything valuable in this deep mountain and old forest?"

He thought for a moment, then flew over there.Not long after, he saw a faint fire in the dense forest, which dyed the surrounding dark woods with a layer of warm tones.

Emhart carefully stuck to the backs of the trees, using them as cover and slowly moved forward, and quickly saw the scene near the fire.

It turned out that someone had built a fire there, surrounded by four figures of different races and clothes, but judging from their outfits and weapons, it should be the army of the Red Dragon Court. I don't know if it is the night defense team in charge of patrolling.

The leader was a yellow dragon who was sitting next to a boulder, wearing standard linen clothes. There was a huge sword beside him, and he was holding a dagger and carving something on the stone with a smile.

"Boss Bull, what are you carving?"

Emhart blinked, and soon realized that the thing that emitted the fragrance that attracted him just now was the thing carved on the stone by the yellow dragon.

That is
Listening to the inquiry of another werewolf with a musket behind him, the yellow dragon smiled heartily and turned around to answer,

"It's [Dragon Song], just record it."

"Long Ge, what is that? I haven't even heard of it."

"I heard from my wife that it is a very ancient art form of our dragon race. I haven't heard of it before, but I heard it from my wife and the queen mother."

"What are you talking about, let me listen."

Beside the werewolf, a black-haired human woman with rather long hair, who seemed to have not combed it for a long time, smiled slightly, and yelled at the dragon named "Boolean".

"Hey, the things recorded by Long Ge are things that I think about in my heart, and they can't be put on the table."

"Come on, Mir's sister-in-law is about to have her third child, could it have something to do with it?"

The werewolf came over with a smile, looked at the engraved on the stone, which was similar to the magic engraved by humans, and said so.

"Hey, no, no, don't make a fuss"

Emhart, who was hiding behind the tree, stared closely at the shimmering Dragon Song on the stone, and found something.

Because when he was wandering in the Southern Continent, the dragon songs he saw were all left by the dragon race long ago. Although he could understand some of the above content, he just felt that it was just some kind of poetic art carved on the wall, and he couldn't connect it with the concept of "song of soul".

Until now, a dragon race really engraved the dragon song, and he immediately thought of the magic engraved by Fisher.

It turned out that this group of dragon races expressed their thoughts with the soul energy contained in their dragon horns!
Emhart squinted his eyes and peeked over, but saw that the brilliant words on the stone were distorted a little bit, as if slowly floating in his eyes, forming streaks of hot rays of light.

At the same time, from nowhere in his ear came a high-pitched singing voice that sounded like the dragon race Bubble.

"Fight, fight, fight!"

The scene in front of Emhart suddenly changed into two distinct black and white shadows. One of the shadows had a unique pair of horns and a long tail. Emhart immediately thought of Rafael, Fisher's good friend!
Who is the other one?

Emhardt couldn't see clearly, it seemed that the figure was wearing a thick, shining golden armor, which covered many features of the figure, and it was only clear from the outline of the armor that she seemed to be a woman.

"Friendship like gold, fighting for freedom; friendship like flames, fighting for each other!"

The scene in front of him kept changing, and Emhart seemed to see the two women facing various difficulties together. The connection between them was shining with golden light, and they sang loudly with countless dragon flags behind them, as if they were about to transform into a real giant dragon and rush to the sky.

Just looking at the dragon song, Emhart could feel the deep friendship between Rafael and that partner.Even for others like Bull, they are grateful for the two leaders who fought together.

"Queen, you fight with a blade; priest, you gather medicine and stay behind!"

The scene in the Dragon Song had another obvious change. It was divided into two ends. Rafael was fighting bloody in front with a blade, while at the other end, an unknown demi-race wearing golden armor stayed in the Dragon Court, organizing production and maintaining order.

One in front of the other, the two looked at each other in the air, supporting each other.

"But oh, how many obstacles we have; but oh, how much our perplexity."

The picture suddenly became dark, and above, a round of pure golden sun rising like a ferocious bloodshot eyeball. The sun, which should be radiant, swallowed everything around in an instant, and enveloped the land of the Southern Continent in darkness, as well as Rafael and that unknown female sub-race.

The raging war fueled by blood continued to spread, and among the countless corpses piled up, a yellow dragon race looked at the exhausted comrades in arms, the queen and the priest who were fighting with tears of blood, and couldn't help asking questions while full of fighting spirit.
"When will the war stop, and I will lay down the weapons in my hands; when will the swordsmen rest, and can I lift up the farm tools and hug my wife and children?"

The moment the dragon song stopped, Emhart also bumped into a nearby tree in a daze, and fell out of midair uncontrollably.

"Clap!"

The few people over there also stared blankly at the dragon song engraved by Bull on the boulder. Perhaps this Bull did not have any experience in creating dragon songs, and he was far inferior to those that Emhart had read before in terms of technique and experience.

But Dragon Song is Dragon Song after all, what it pays attention to is the resonance between souls, not the technique of creation.

The other comrades-in-arms were all Longting soldiers in the quagmire of war. Of course, they were deeply touched by Bull's thoughts, so they were completely immersed in it. They didn't come back to their senses until there was a sound of something falling in the grass not far away.

At the edge of the fire, the human woman with long black hair froze for a moment, then wiped her wet eyes, looked over there vigilantly, and asked,
"who is it?"

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But after a short pause, there was no sound at all.

The woman turned her head and exchanged glances with her companions, and then they all raised their weapons and walked towards that side, guarding against any possible attack from the Northern Puppet Dragon Court.

However, after waiting for a while, they only saw a book with one eye lying dizzy on the ground,
"Uh, this is. Dragon song. My head is so dizzy."

"Boss Boolean, is this a...book? And it can talk?"

The voice of the female voice reported, pulling back Emhart's already very vague consciousness.He looked in front of him in a daze, but only saw the silhouette of a woman with long black hair.

Hey, this figure
I seem to have seen it somewhere
In the dimness of the day, a memory that seemed to not exist suddenly popped up in front of Emhart's eyes.

He seemed to have seen a human woman with the same slender black hair who was so long that it could completely cover her face and features.

She was dressed in ragged clothes, and there seemed to be a smile that she couldn't see clearly at the corner of her mouth.

She seems to have said something to herself a long time ago
um, what's up
"Little thing, do you know that you are precious?"

"Of course, I am the great Sir Book!"

"Hahahaha, hello, great Sir Book, I am the great Ultraman."

".what is that?"

"A guy who is a little stronger than you."

"Nothing in this world is better than me."

"real or fake?"

"real."

"Then what are you looking for here? If you are so powerful, wouldn't you have found everything?"

"I'm looking for the saints who created me and the sanctuary where they live. Do you know where they are?"

"Oh Mo, I don't know."

"Aren't you better than me, why don't you know anything?"

"Because I'm a madman, there's a good chance I know, but I forget."

"Ha ha."

"But I can help you with something else"

The blurry figure in front of me is getting closer to me, as if it is very similar to someone from a long time ago
As if before leaving, she said to herself,
"Hey, little guy, I can make people who don't know how to notice your preciousness. In the eyes of most people, no matter what kind of amazing words you say, no matter how amazing your appearance is, they will only find you mediocre and show your friendliness. Unless you think about it, no one will give you crooked ideas. In this way, you can go wherever you want, and one day you will find your sanctuary, how about it?"

".But, in this way, no one will know my greatness! If others can see my greatness, those who know the greatness of the Holy Seed will tell me clues about the Holy Seed!"

"So, why don't you just say it yourself, great book sir~"

"Well, I don't understand"

"It doesn't matter if you don't understand, you just need to know that it will help you a lot."

But these fragmentary memories in front of him are almost fleeting in Emhart's mind, because one day in the past, they were ruthlessly ripped off and deprived by the owner with a pair of smiling eyes.
"Tear!!"

That ruthless monster is.
"Baimon!! Uhhhhhh!"

Thinking of the smiling blurred figure, the extreme fear caused Emhart to break out of his drowsiness in an instant, and he was so frightened that he yelled, as if he had just woken up from an endless nightmare.

But when he opened his eyes, everything in that dream disappeared, making him forget why he was afraid and why he remembered.

Appearing in front of his eyes were only the few soldiers who were patrolling at night in Longting who were also looking at him in astonishment.

"What is this thing, shouldn't it be a weapon developed by the puppet court?"

Waiting for his sight to become clearer, in front of Emhart's eyes, the woman with long black hair gradually turned into a completely unfamiliar appearance of a native human in the Southern Continent...
She looked at Emhart flying up in front of her eyes, but the first sentence she spoke was like this.

"Yes, this guy may be a weapon of the puppet court, we have to shoot him down!"

"Why do I feel like he is a relic, like the loophole in my hometown that can quickly extract salt from the sea, but it doesn't seem to be useful"

"Your mother, don't use other sacred objects to measure me, I am a great book sir!"

Feeling the insult, Emhart yelled and cursed, and the incompetent and furious look made several soldiers in the camp burst into laughter.

"Hahaha, he can still swear, listen! Hahaha!"

"Ha ha ha ha."

Emhart gritted his teeth and glared at them, and suddenly hoped that this group of guys would be the same as Archangel Lemuel in the sanctuary back then. He could see his own preciousness at a glance, unlike these mediocre people.
But when he thought of Lemuel spinning himself in his sleeve like a spinning top, Emhart couldn't help but yawned again.

He blinked, and flew towards the Longting soldiers who were laughing so hard that their stomachs ached. After a moment of silence, he looked at Bull who wrote the dragon song, and asked,
"Your Dragon Song is well written, can you tell me more about the content in it?"

"Hahaha, he still listens to dragon songs?! Oh my god, I'm dying of laughter!"

"Your mother!"

“good good”

No matter how much Bull couldn't help laughing, he still explained to the book in front of the fire,

"Our queen and priest are simply the best and best friends on the mainland. You didn't know this book, when we expelled humans earlier."

"twitter."

It was early in the morning, and the early birds on the branches outside vented their energy that had no place to rest, and sang one after another, just like singing "spring is coming" in early spring.

Of course, all of this may be subjective and far-fetched by the listener, but today is different, because the cave at this moment is indeed full of spring.

"Well"

The birds outside woke up Fisher, who was still asleep. He narrowed his eyes a little. He hadn't slept so comfortably for a long time. Looking back carefully, the last time he did this seemed to be the last time.

At this time, the cave and the quilt were extremely warm. He just wanted to move his body a little, but he only felt the weight of a tail on his body.What's even more exaggerated is that the "Dragon Queen" next to her seems to be still clinging to her insatiably.

Her face with phantom horns was tightly pressed against her chest, and her long hair like a waterfall of roses lay indistinct layers on the bed, quilt, and Fisher's hands.

Raphael, who was satisfied with the book, slept soundly, not knowing what was in his dream, and even the corners of his mouth seemed to curl up unconsciously, telling about the intimacy of last night.

Her scales fell down completely, so not only was it not harsh at all, but it was extremely soft and comfortable to the touch.

Fisher, who hadn't seen her for a long time, was never satisfied even with the possession of last night.

At this moment, his big hand brushed the other's back little by little, feeling her heartbeat and temperature, and a sense of satisfaction rose from the bottom of his heart. He didn't even know when Rafael in his arms would wake up.
Because she didn't make a sound, she just enjoyed the time extremely quietly.

It wasn't until Fisher felt the tail trembling comfortably in the quilt that he recovered from the complete emptiness of his brain and noticed her eyes that had been opened.

"woke up?"

"what"

Rafael, who was exposed, was not as surprised as if peekaboo was caught, but stretched like a cat.

Wisps of sweet and gentle steam leaked from the bedding, but she opened her mouth unsatisfied and lightly bit Fisher's muscles.

Under the stimulation of some of her sharp canine teeth, Fisher only felt itching.

He glanced at her in his arms, but heard her say indistinctly,

"Fischer, do you think I've changed?"

"Well, it's getting astringent."

"Clap!"

Rafael glared at Fisher, and then patted the bed with his tail in protest, so Fisher had to change his words,

"No, you haven't changed, not at all."

Rafael was slightly taken aback when he heard the words, and the face buried in Fisher's arms didn't know whether it was disappointment or happiness. She smiled slightly and said,

"so."

"It doesn't change, is it important?"

"I think, a little... I want to get better, although nothing has changed, which means nothing has worsened, but"

Rafael may just feel that it is not enough.

"And do you think I've changed, Raphael?"

Raphael raised his head, looked at Fisher in front of him, then dodged his eyes with a reddish face,

"become.more powerful"

".Except for this?"

Raphael propped his chin in Fisher's arms and carefully looked at Fisher in front of him, and said after a few seconds,
"Well, I also think that you haven't changed at all."

"really?"

"real."

"Emhart will roll his eyes if he knows you said that"

Fisher smiled helplessly, and then continued,

"Maybe it's not that I haven't changed. It's just that I can't feel it in your eyes, because you don't care about it. On the contrary, Rafael, I am the same. I am here only for you, not for other reasons. So, I hope you don't consider other factors, okay?"

After hearing this, Rafael raised her eyes to look at Fisher with a serious face in front of her, and then she moved up a little bit, and once again caught his lips and tongue, conveying her own temperature.

After a long, long time, she stepped back a little bit with twinkling eyes, then smiled and slowly got up from the quilt, grabbed the clothes of her and Fisher next to her, and said,

"We will set off for the rear today. The army of the puppet court is coming. Before that, I will take advantage of this last breathing opportunity to make all preparations."

"it is good."

Rafael smiled slightly, then got up and changed his clothes and put on the armor in front of Fisher.

After last night, Rafael seemed to be a little lighter.She tidied up everything in a sunny manner, and then she was about to leave the cave to make some preparations, and brought back some food for Fisher.

In order to speed up preparations, there are only Fisher and Raphael behind this return, and the rest of the Longting army, including Lall, is still defending Longting's defense line in the Nanzhi Mountains. They will keep in touch with Raphael at any time to deal with all possible changes.

Compared with Rafael, who is brisk and relaxed, Fisher's movements are slightly slower.

Of course, it wasn't because of being drained by Rafael. In this regard, Fisher had almost no limit, otherwise he wouldn't be so greedy and demanding.

First of all, after entering the mythical stage, he doesn't need to prepare any luggage, nor does he need to eat a lot. His biggest enemy now is the madness and instability caused by the chaos in his body. Compared with eating, he may experience the warmth of last night, which will benefit him even more.

Another reason is of course because of Emhart. He voluntarily took the risk last night, but because he didn't know the specific situation of the battle, Fisher didn't agree with him on a specific return time. He didn't know where he went now and when he would come back.

Before leaving with Rafael, he had to get him back.

While thinking about this, Fisher quickly changed into a brand new outfit.This Southern Continent-style clothing fits very well. Although the appearance is not as luxurious and gentlemanly as Nari's clothing, but has a wild atmosphere, but Fisher is a natural hanger, and it is not awkward to be naked, let alone this clothing carefully sewn by Lal.

It looks pretty good.

Fisher looked up and down, then stuffed all his belongings into his clothes, and was about to set off to find Emhart.

Unexpectedly, just as they were about to set off, a square Emhart flew back at the door.

As soon as he came back, he smiled at Fisher inexplicably, not knowing what he was laughing at.

Fisher raised his eyebrows. He didn't know what he was laughing at. He ran out and stayed all night last night and was so happy. Could it be that he is stupid?

"why are you laughing?"

"Am I smiling?"

Emhart flew onto Fisher's shoulder, unexpectedly, he didn't even say a word to complain about Fisher.

You know, once he was allowed to leave temporarily before, he would definitely bombard himself with all kinds of accusations when he came back.
But today, for the first time, he didn't say anything, as if he suddenly became sensible, which made Fisher a little confused.

Could it be that there is such an advantage in reuniting after being separated for a period of time in the past?

Then I have been separated from Raphael for so long, and if I tell her the mistakes I have made, will she easily forgive me?
After thinking about it for a long time, Fisher could only think that this guy had changed his gender. He didn't care too much, but just said,
".Ready to go."

"Where are we going?"

"In the rear of the Dragon Court, the Green Dragon Court in the north seems to be making some moves. Rafael needs to make some preparations, and so do I. I want to figure out the possible relationship between that Barbatos and the Demon Dynasty and Nari."

Emhart didn't even hear the second half of the sentence, but he couldn't help laughing when he heard the first half of the "Long Ting's rear", which made Fisher even more confused, and he couldn't help asking again,

"why are you laughing?"

"I think of happy things."

"What can you be happy about?"

"I went out last night and found some meaningful knowledge, and I recorded them. Well, that's right. Hahahaha"

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Fisher raised his eyebrows, but seeing his cheerful look, he felt that it fit well with his convulsions after recording some knowledge, so he didn't take it too seriously.

He just slowly walked out of the cave where he lived last night, turned his head to look further south here, the destination after him and Rafael,
The rear of Longting.

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