Chapter 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 summer, there were many mosquitoes, and the heated blood of adult dragon-men meant that the insects would not bite their skin. However, it was a different story for the newly born little dragon men.
To prevent the little dragon men from being covered in bites, the dragon-men would light special fire lamps to drive away the mosquitoes.
Rafael walked through the encampments in the jungle. Many dragon-men 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-men had grown accustomed to Rafael’s carriage. During the day, Rafael could take the injured dragon-men with her in the carriage as they traveled. But as soon as night fell, she’d drive them out.
Sometimes she would rest inside the carriage at night, but not for long. This time was the same; 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,