"Fermat Baha Dragon God..."
"What Dragon God?"
Lost in thought for a long time, Fisher suddenly spoke up and blurted out an obscure word in Dragon Language. No sooner had he finished speaking than a sleepy, square-shaped book-like relic appeared on his shoulder. Who else could it be but Emhardt?
His eyes were so heavy he could hardly open them, but the book with only one eye and a mouth kept inching toward the desk as if it smelled some kind of exquisite feast, insatiable with hunger. The aroma of knowledge instantly snapped him out of his drowsiness, and he couldn't wait to leap onto the table, eyes shining as he looked at the few ancient pages,
"Not bad, Fisher, giving me such great stuff to celebrate just as I wake up. These things should pretty much heal my internal injuries. What is this stuff, and where did you get it from?"
Fisher, interrupted from his thoughts, glanced at the excited Emhardt and, after a slight pause, replied with a smile,
