Demi-human Girls Completion Manual-Chapter 37 - 35

37: 35.

Bull-man’s Broken Horn

37: 35.

Bull-man’s Broken Horn

Nana had been talking about “Orn,” the man previously mentioned at the Kexie Ning Circus, the original buyer of these Dragon Ladies.

Back in Philone City, he was thought to be just a local wealthy individual, but, to everyone’s unpleasant surprise, he turned out to be a representative sent by the City Lord Mansion.

After a moment of silence, Fisher turned to Nana and said,

“In Brian City, he had his eyes on me, so I left him buried not far from Brian.

If you go there now, you might still dig up his skeleton.”

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Nana frowned, about to speak, but was stopped by Philone raising his hand.

It wasn’t that Fisher wanted to be so aggressive in front of the other party, it was just the truth.

If Orn hadn’t tried to rob him of his carriage in the city at that time, Fisher would never have killed him.

Since he wasn’t at fault himself, there was obviously no need to feel guilty, even within the territory of the other party.

“Since this incident happened far away, Nana had no choice but to give the mission to mercenaries outside of Philone City.

It’s common for their quality to be unreliable.” Compared to the Bull-man girl Nana, Philone’s tone was much kinder, “And since Mr.

Fisher has already helped us achieve our goal by rescuing those Dragon-man Species children, there’s nothing much to fuss about.”

“Goal?”

So, the purpose of Philone buying these Dragon-man was to rescue them.

But the problem was, Fisher had specifically sought out the Red Dragon-man because of the Doomsday Prophecy, leading him to find Rafael and the others.

Would Philone really go halfway across the continent just to look for a group of captured Dragon-man?

How did he know about this information?

“There was a child with me before, called Nar, who must have been captured with your children.

He told me his companions were still in the hands of the Slave Trader, so I specifically sent people to bring them back.

Unfortunately, the mercenaries I sent haven’t made contact, so I had to send Nar back to his tribe first.”

“…Lord Philone is really generous.”

To fulfill a demi-human child’s wish, he spent thousands of Nali gold coins to bring several never-before-met Dragon-man Species back from halfway across the continent.

If the Nali Government had his kind of boldness and goodness, they wouldn’t be criticized every day, provided the Nali Government had a healthy financial situation like Philone.

So, this South Continent City Lord, where did all this money come from?

“Haha, let’s set aside the matter for now; I’ll have Nana arrange rooms for you to stay in tonight.

More importantly, Mr.

Fisher, would you like to visit my laboratory after dinner?”

“Oh?” Fisher’s interest was piqued, so he asked, “Mr.

Philone, what is your current research focus?”

“There are mainly three areas: steam engine dynamics, ethical morals, and pathology, but right now I am primarily focusing on the third…

Did you know there’s a unique disease in the South Continent?”

At that moment, hearing Philone’s mysteriously phrased words, Fisher suddenly thought of the Blue Madness mentioned by Keken before.

“Are you referring to…

Blue Madness?”

Philone paused for a second, then laughed,

“Blue Madness?

Good name…

Though the name is different, we might be studying the same disease.

Let Nana arrange your rooms first; I need to tidy up the lab too.

I don’t have the habit of cleaning the lab; it might be too messy for the eye.”

He glanced at Nana, who immediately got up to excuse herself to the guests, probably to confirm the available rooms.

Meanwhile, Philone also excused himself and went outside, leaving Fisher and his group alone with a few maids in the dining room.

When he explained the plans discussed with Philone and the itinerary to the dragon-girls nearby, Lar was still covetously eyeing the flashy mechanical toy outside, clearly indicating her thoughts.

“Ladies and gentlemen, please come this way.”

Before long, Nana appeared at the dining room door, this time speaking in Fermat Baha Dragon Court Language.

“You…

You speak Dragon Court Language?”

Rafael looked at the Bull-man girl in surprise, who smiled and explained,

“Not only Dragon Court Language but also Nali Language and Bull-man Language, and I understand some of the Werewolf Language and Southern Tribe Language as well…

There are only two rooms available here, how would Mr.

Fisher like to arrange it?

If necessary, this girl might have to squeeze in with you…”

Nana looked at Rafael, whose gentle smile turned Rafael panicky.

“I definitely do not want to stay with him, I…”

“Lar wants to stay with Fisher.

Sister Mier and I will go together.

Let Lord Raphael and Fasher sleep there.”

“Huh?”

Mier’s face also turned red, she glared at Lar who had run over to Fisher, seemingly scolding her nonsensical talk.

Nana explained apologetically,

“I apologize, but due to the many demi-human children in the household, Mr.

Philone has hired many maids, so room availability is a bit tight.”

“It’s alright, we can just stay in the carriage.”

“Carriage?”

While it seemed odd to stay in a carriage, since there were not enough rooms…

If it weren’t necessary, Fisher really wouldn’t want to explain his carriage situation to strangers, such as things to do with space magic.

But before he could speak, Lord Raphael next to him preempted,

“Wait, Fisher and I can squeeze together…”

Fisher glanced at Lord Raphael’s profile.

Since she had no issues, it would make no sense for him to fuss, so he nodded in agreement.

Thus, the room arrangements were made; Fisher and Lord Raphael shared one room, while Mier and the others occupied another.

Nana moved with elegant steps leading Lord Raphael to the second floor, and Lord Raphael occasionally glanced at her light footsteps and also at the golden horn ornaments replacing the severed horns on her head.

“What is it?”

Fisher asked.

Lord Raphael glanced at Nana in front of him and whispered,

“I’ve heard that the horns of the Bull-man species are incredibly important.

Once broken, they suffer severe consequences – breaking one horn usually results in virtually losing the ability to move, and they become extremely depressed; breaking two horns would likely…”

Fisher’s gaze also lingered on the broken horns on the head of the person in front.

He had previously seen captured Bull-men in the slave market.

Many Bull-men were sought after by humans for their beautiful horns to be made into handicrafts, and these slaves appeared as Lord Raphael described: no different from the dead, devoid of any desire to live.

Fisher speculated that the horns of the Bull-man species might be connected to the brain; once broken or damaged, it resulted in feelings of depression and despair.

Of course, it was also possible that this was a deeply ingrained cultural influence, embedding in their minds the critical importance of their horns, equating the loss of them to death.

However, Nana in front did not exhibit these symptoms and seemed no different from a normal Bull-man, making Fisher question the accuracy of the first conclusion.

“This is your room, my room is right next to Mr.

Philone’s room inside.

If you need anything, feel free to knock on my door.”

The second floor had few rooms, and, located at the far end with the largest area, was the master bedroom belonging to Philone.

Nana’s bedroom was right at the entrance of Philone’s, and further along the hallway was Fisher’s room, with Lar and the others even farther out.

This area likely wasn’t originally designed as guest rooms but as storage for the master; however, due to the tight room situation, they had no choice but to clean them up for use as guest rooms, allocating all original guest rooms downstairs to the maids.

“Thank you.”

Nana glanced at Fisher and then left silently downstairs.

Beneath her skirt, a golden-furred Bull-man tail lightly swayed, touching softly against her tender calves, its color matching her hair.

Fisher arranged the sleeping situation for Lar and the others before returning to his own room, where the Dragon Lady with red scales sat on the only bed, her tail coiling around the pillow behind her.

“Go get the bedding, you’ll sleep on the floor.”

“….”

Lord Raphael opened her mouth, glanced at Fisher, and then went to fetch the bedding from the closet that Nana had mentioned.

She wiped her face and then sat on the bedsheet spread on the floor, speaking to Fisher,

“Tonight, I want to duel you, I’ve thought of a way to defeat you!”

Fisher, leaning on his handcane, looked at her,

“You thought of this during dinner?”

“Yes…

and also before entering the city.”

“Knock knock…”

Their conversation was interrupted by a knock at the door, followed by the voice of a maid, “Mr.

Fisher, the City Lord has sent me to take you to his laboratory…”

Fisher glanced at Lord Raphael, took off his suit jacket and hung it on a nearby rack, saying,

“Then you might want to give it more thought.

Remember what I told you before.

Come for the duel tomorrow night.

You still owe me a punishment… I’ll step out for a while.

Keep an eye on Lar and the others.”

“….

I understand.”

Lord Raphael pursed her lips and responded so.