Demi-human Girls Completion Manual-Chapter 26 - . Dragon-man Magic

[Dragon-man Species Biological Research Progress: 21%]

[Dragon-man Species Society Research Progress: 20%]

[Unlocked Rewards: Constitution +2, Reproductive Ability +10, Fermat Baha Dragon Court Magic Book]

At night, lying in bed, Fisher took out the demi-human girl's Completion Manual. As the illusory text in front of him gradually disappeared, a strange power surged into his body. It not only enhanced his physical strength but also brought a weird burning sensation to his lower abdomen, as if the strength in his waist and certain other parts had also been significantly bolstered.

Especially now, that part of him was exceptionally hard and full of aggressive desire. He suddenly found the demi-humans quite beautiful, especially the Dragon-man Species with their sturdy and sleek forms and that pale, smooth...

He froze for a second or two, then covered his face with a face full of grim lines.

The Dragon-man Species could restrain their desires through the mechanism of a tail-matching partner, but humans are beings that are in heat all the time, and this increase in reproductive ability made Fisher feel somewhat uncomfortable.

He took several deep breaths before forcing himself to look at the thin and ancient book that had appeared in his hands out of thin air.

On the book cover, the text was written in characters that resembled scales yet were sharp like blades: "Fermat Baha Royal Magic Book".

Fisher turned on the lamp beside his bed with great interest and then opened the book. The desire for research and knowledge momentarily suppressed the intense reproductive urge as he carefully studied the magic passed down through generations of the Dragon-man Species.

But soon, he was disappointed to discover that his Fermat Baha Dragon Court Language proficiency, as gifted by the Completion Manual, was insufficient to fully comprehend the magic book in his hands. Many obscure and archaic descriptions were far beyond everyday language, leaving Fisher to guess the operating principles of some spells through key terms alone.

Since magic is an extremely precise science, even the slightest misunderstanding can lead to a very serious magical accident. Though it could also produce a brand new form of magic, the risk was too high and not to be attempted lightly without being a theoretician master of magic.

It took Fisher a while to find one or two spells that he could understand at his current level, such as the "Fermat Baha Dragon Breath" that could summon a large amount of flames, and the "Fermat Baha Dragon Flame" that could create an instantaneous explosion.

Dragon-men inscribed magic into their weapons and armor. During close combat, they would unleash the magic, often affecting both friends and foes with the power of the magic, making Fisher somewhat puzzled about their logic in using magic.

Furthermore, such lethal spells were considered low-level magic among the ancient spells of the Dragon-men. The magical circuits of the Dragon-man Species were much coarser than those of humans. Their methods of invoking "World Resonance" were also crude, and many spells were considered dangerous from a human perspective.

Because there was little skill involved, the Dragon-man Species recorded few spells, and Fisher believed it wouldn't be long before he thoroughly researched them. However, he would first need to learn deeper knowledge of the Dragon Court Language.

Fisher got up and used a carving knife on the table to inscribe some magic emblems of the Dragon-man Species. Unlike human magic, which activates the "Reverberation" after the spell takes shape, this magic caused the air and space around it to visibly dent even while being written, and the emblem on the table also turned a faint golden color.

More importantly, although Fisher's current magic ability was sufficient to complete all the magic emblems, the side effects were much greater than usual magic. Now he was starting to get a headache, and all the magic circuits in his hand lit up, indicating the sheer amount of magic power required by the Dragon-man Species' magic.

After completing all the magic emblems, Fisher rubbed his temples and looked at the magic routes on the table. The magic of the Dragon-type was not like that of humans which cycled in rings but followed a structure similar to teeth for its cycles.

The "Fermat Baha Dragon Breath" was done, and he was somewhat eager to try it out. He put on his shoes, picked up the bedside table, and walked out from the caravan to the open fields outside the cave.

The fog was still thick. Fisher laid the table down facing away from him, then stepped back several paces. After making sure everything was safe, he pointed a finger, and the magical route on the table immediately began flashing with a blinding white light.

"Roar!"

It wasn't the roar of a Dragon-man but the thunderous noise of a massive amount of flames bursting out instantly. Just one second later, the spot on the table inscribed with magic emblems seemed to sink in, erupting with a torrent of flames that shot forward, creating a fire pillar that extended several dozen meters.

Before Fisher could marvel at the strength of the spell, the table bearing the magic emblems was the first to catch fire completely. And more terrifyingly, the void dent caused by the spatial recession started to spin the table around.

Fisher's face changed immediately as he watched the table, with its dozens of meters of fire pillar, spin around like a top; he quickly ran back. It was a good thing his physical constitution had been enhanced again; otherwise, the scorching flames were about to burn his nightgown.

"Boom, boom, boom..."

The spell, like a storm of flames, continued to operate, burning the entire table through and leaving behind a ground covered with steam and char until it gradually came to a stop.

Is this the magic of the Dragon-men?

Although it was powerful, it was far too unstable, actually burning away the magic emblems themselves. Fisher had never seen such a situation before.

"Better to continue researching such dangerous magic after mastering more of the Dragon Court Language," Fisher thought, his expression one of resignation as he returned to his own room in the carriage. When he pushed open the door, however, sitting on the bed were two dragon-girls with white scales.

It turned out to be Fasher and Kexier.

The twin sisters looked very much alike, and one could only distinguish who was the elder and who was the younger by their eyes, with the elder sister Fasher having black pupils, and the younger sister with silver ones.

Sitting side by side on Fisher's bed, the two of them looked at Fisher as he entered the room, their tails drawing a circle behind them. Their serious expressions made Fisher raise an eyebrow.

"What are you two doing in my room?"

They exchanged glances, maintaining their previous expressions but clasping each other's hands. Then, turning to look at Fisher with a sideways glance,

"Lord Fisher, you bought Rafael for that sort of thing, didn't you?"

"That sort of thing?"

Fisher asked, his tone flat, suddenly recalling Mier's reaction back in the hotel room. Surely that idiot hadn't shared such stupid speculations with Fasher and Kexier, two even bigger fools?

"Um..."

"But please, Lord Fisher, spare Lord Rafael."

"Lord Rafael is a good person..."

"As guards of the dragon-man, if possible, please take us as Lord Rafael's substitutes."

"We will do our utmost."

The two of them spoke one after another, their expressions unchanged, but their eyes fixed steadily on Fisher at the doorway, as if to affirm their determination.

As Rafael's guards, lacking the corresponding strength, always needing protection from Lord Rafael, if that was the case...

Let us do this just once...

Fisher approached with an expressionless face, their hands gliding over the faces of the two dragon-girls, brushing gently over strands of their hanging hair, reaching the soft tips of their long dragon ears, his fingers pinching them softly.

"Mmm..."

"Ooh..."

Their complexions gradually warmed, taking on a rosy hue.

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Fisher leaned in close, breathing softly against the ear of the second sister where they touched, and they both shrank back as if electrocuted. The pretense of composure crumbled entirely, giving way to panic and shyness. Underneath the rough fabric, their silver-white tails swished, and steam kept billowing from within their bodies.

"You two little kids..."

Fisher said emotionlessly, patting their cheeks, causing their eyes to close in a somewhat panicked manner. Despite clearly understanding nothing, despite being completely unprepared, they had dared to say such words.

It was at that moment.

Fisher suppressed the urge to taste their fair skin, sighing as if to catch his breath, and then patted their heads,

"Go back to sleep."

Fasher and Kexier could not help but gaze at him for a moment before reluctantly climbing down from his bed.

Only at the doorway to the room next door, a red tail flicked momentarily. Upon hearing the sound of the sisters' footsteps, it quickly withdrew back into the room.