Industrial Revolution of the Mage Lords

Chapter 124 Regenerative Prosthesis
Asdalen looked at the report handed over by Reiner, and suddenly felt a slight pain in his eyebrows.

"This... is this the list of candidates recruited by the National Police Agency during this period?" He read it over from beginning to end. "Why are there so many... disabled people? Well... quite a few are soldiers who were injured and forced to retire while fighting the demonic orcs on the front lines..."

Reiner nodded seriously and explained, "Master Harvey told me in advance that the disabilities of these veterans don't matter. As long as they have a clean record and combat experience, they can all be included in the recruitment pool."

Asdalen held his forehead, feeling that the prosthetic core in his brain was a little overheated.

"What do you want to do, sir? Turn the police department into a retirement home for disabled veterans?"

While arguing about this question, the two of them quickly rushed to the castle laboratory, wanting to personally find Harvey, who issued this order, to reconfirm it.

"That's right! That's exactly what I arranged... What's wrong? Is there not enough candidates? They don't have to be veterans. Northern refugees with clean backgrounds can also be considered as candidates."

While operating the experimental equipment, Harvey chatted casually with his two assistants.

Asdalen asked doubtfully, "Sir, these disabled soldiers can't even pick up their magic guns and fight again. Most of them have upper limb disabilities, and some have broken legs and are lame. How can they be qualified for the work of the police department?"

Harvey then removed his experimental protective mask and began to explain his plans in all seriousness: "The evil orcs return every year, and the battles in the Frontier Territory never cease. Not to mention the southern nobles on the other side of the Divine Spine Mountains, who are also eyeing us covetously..."

"Battles are bound to be without casualties. We'll do our best to provide for the dead, but what about the injured? Have you ever considered that as time goes by, the number of these people will increase."

"How to help them regain their spirits and return to their normal work roles is actually a very important issue."

Physical disabilities often lead to various psychological problems. When the number of such people is large, it is easy for unstable factors to emerge that threaten the security of the territory.

Harvey has no way to explain to people of this era what "post-traumatic stress disorder" is, nor can he effectively identify and cure these poor people who may suffer from PTSD.

The best way is to let them return to society and participate in the operation of the government's huge administrative machinery, and subtly change their concept from "I am a useless person" to "I am still useful to society."

"What do you mean?" Reiner actually anticipated Harvey's plan and ideas, but he felt it was a bit too scary and didn't dare to confirm it.

"The soul-stitching and limb transplant experiments from a while ago..." Harvey said frankly. "I plan to select a few strong-willed and loyal individuals from this group to conduct prosthetic limb transplant experiments."

Reiner and Asdalen fell silent for a moment. After all, they were the first beneficiaries of Harvey's human experiments, so it was impossible for them to jump out and oppose Harvey conducting such experiments.

Even though it was clearly prohibited in the Federation's laws and regulations, in the minds of the two alchemical beings, the Federation's bullshit treaty was not as important as Harvey's casual order.

Reiner took out the list and handed it to Harvey. "Sir, what criteria should I use to select the first batch of subjects?"

Harvey was actually also troubled by this problem. After all, he lived a secluded life and was too unfamiliar with these low-level soldiers and civilians compared to Pierce, Reiner and others.

"Hmm... I only have some impression of two people among these names. You can put them on the list of candidates first. You can ask Pierce about the rest."

Harvey pointed at two candidates on the list that he vaguely remembered. "This one, Yurio, met the requirements after interrogation and assessment during the last assassination. I remember he seemed to be disabled with one arm amputated?"

"And this guy, a clever fellow whom Egno stumbled upon while wandering around the market area last time. He seems to have a deformed lower limb..."

Harvey thought for a moment, then instructed, "We don't need to select too many people for the first batch of subjects. After all, there are still some risks associated with the surgery. Let's just pick three for now."

...Yurio was quite confused when he was called out of the non-commissioned officers' dormitory by his superior battalion commander.

He had been serving in the SADF for some time, and spent most of his time organizing the soldiers at night, participating in group activities and public discussions as required.

The theme is often around "The territory's army is the people's army. Every soldier is born into a common people family, so they should fight for the people..."

Or, "Comrades-in-arms must learn to cultivate relationships of trust and mutual support, so that they can stand behind their colleagues when necessary..."

He also often intervened in disputes between small groups of soldiers, taking the initiative to enlighten and ease the slightly disharmonious atmosphere in the army.

In addition, he was originally an apprentice knight. Although he had a broken hand, he was still tall and handsome. Many soldiers admired his eloquence and demeanor, which allowed him to quickly integrate into the army.

"Commander, do you have any mission instructions for me?" Yurio was a little confused. Because of his disability, he couldn't even use the magic gun, let alone follow the soldiers in daily training. Most of the work was done by mouth.

The battalion commander shook his head and explained, "This isn't a mission order. I received a command from the commander-in-chief to ask you..." His expression was somewhat complicated, and after a long moment of deliberation, he finally spoke, "When you met with the lord before, he personally promised you that if there was a way to restore your severed limb, would you be willing to try..."

As soon as the battalion commander's words came out of his mouth, Yurio felt his heart beat heavily, and it seemed as if all the blood rushed to his head.

"I do! Of course I do! Commander, I thought... the Lord was just trying to comfort me." His eyes were slightly red with excitement. "If... if my arm can really be restored, then can I pick up the magic gun myself?"

The battalion commander's lips curled up in a relieved smile. "Don't be too happy. The Lord has instructed me to make it clear to you that this, uh... limb amputation surgery, isn't 100% successful. But even if it fails, it won't cost you your life..."

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At night, Pierce, who had just returned from his shift at the outpost fortress, personally brought three subjects to Harvey's laboratory.

"Sir, all three have been brought here." Pierce leaned closer to Harvey and whispered in his ear, "I've personally questioned each of them. They volunteered completely and promised to keep the experimental process and results confidential..."

He paused, then added softly, "As for their loyalty, rest assured. They're... hehe, you could say they're fanatically devoted to you..."

Harvey couldn't help but roll his eyes, ignoring Pierce's somewhat teasing joke, and turned his head to look at the three people standing in front of him with slightly nervous and reserved expressions - disabled people.

"Don't be too nervous, and don't worry about suffering severe pain. Mr. Egno will work with me to complete your limb transplant surgery." Harvey tried to use a slightly gentler tone to comfort the three brave subjects.

Yurio had met Harvey once before, so he mustered up the courage to respond loudly, "Lord, we are not afraid. Restoring our disabled bodies is a gift bestowed upon us by you..."

The remaining two people hurriedly followed suit and nodded blankly, their eyes revealing the same enthusiasm and admiration.

Harvey nodded, satisfied with their attitude and performance.

"Well, let's not waste any more time..."

"Come on, take off all your clothes first..."

(End of this chapter)