Industrial Revolution of the Mage Lords

Chapter 261 Soul Transfer and Prosthetic Limb Transplantation

The Eye of Illusion felt that this spellcaster lord, who looked younger than himself, had habits that seemed to go against common sense in some aspects.

For example, this was a formal meeting between two high-level spellcasters, but the other party had chosen to discuss and talk while having lunch together. This was really impolite for the Eye of Illusion, who came from an ancient wizard family.

"So... Mr. Eye of Illusion, your teacher's current health is relatively stable. Can he come here at any time to receive the prosthetic limb transplant surgery?"

The Eye of Illusion quickly put down the wine glass in his hand, straightened his body and said seriously, "Indeed, although he lost both legs and an arm, his body has basically recovered under the careful care of Benoit... uh, Mr. Mithril Unicorn. He can at least withstand the hardship of the bumpy journey."

Harvey hummed, picked up a piece of tender fried lamb with a silver fork and put it into his mouth to chew, while he seemed to frown slightly and think about something.

The Eye of Illusion felt a bit awkward, so he could only pick up the cutlery in front of him and politely accompany them to eat. However, this pan-fried lamb marinated in red wine was indeed very delicious, and its cooking skills were countless times better than those of the chef at the inn in Jackdaw Town...

There is also this extremely delicious wild mushroom soup. The chef actually added some magical plants as spices into it. After just a few sips, you can feel the magic veins in your mind and body being slightly nourished. It is such a luxury!

Wait! I'm here to request and discuss the teacher's limb transplant surgery! How can I indulge in these mundane foods and fine wines?
The Eye of Illusion's face twitched a few times. He forced himself to break away from the temptation of the delicious food, and raised his head with difficulty to continue the previous topic: "Mr. Kel'Thuzad, if my teacher can arrive in your territory in two months, I wonder when the limb transplant surgery can be performed? Please forgive my courtesy, but the Astrologer and I are still a little worried about the safety and success rate of this operation..."

Harvey took the warm, wet towel from the waiter, wiped his mouth, and clapped his hands. He smiled and said, "I'm sure you've been worrying about this issue for a while, and now you probably don't have the heart to enjoy the delicious food and wine in front of you...Okay, please follow me to the laboratory. I will explain the transplant procedure in detail and the possible risks involved..."

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The Eye of Illusion looked at the spacious, bright, and well-equipped underground laboratory before him and couldn't help but sigh, "I've never seen a magic laboratory of this scale among independent spellcasters... I'm afraid only the leaders of the Federation's spellcasters like those in Alaye have the resources and ability to build one..."

In the center of the huge laboratory hall, giant brass column instruments about four or five meters high are placed side by side. Countless silver-black metal pipes connect them with various other magical instruments. The giant instruments seem to be kept in the on-state all year round, constantly emitting a slight and low humming sound.

At the farthest end from the laboratory door, there are several single rooms separated by crystal glass. The glass walls are densely covered with inscriptions and diagrams of ritual spells. It seems to be a spell testing ground. This kind of enchanted crystal glass wall is not cheap to build. No one in the entire southern region can imitate and mass-produce it except the Alchemy Exploration Society.

Behind the giant brass pillars are several large teleportation arrays, covered with special metal iron. They seem to be the magic network instant teleportation arrays most frequently used by members of the spellcaster forum.

Next to a row of silver-white metal laboratory tables, there are two metal brackets with alchemical prostheses hanging on them. Next to the brackets is a vertical operating table equipped with many belt buckles and fixing devices.

"Mr. Kel'Thuzad... he must have conducted many magical experiments on living subjects..."

The Eye of Illusion simply looked around silently, not asking about the purpose of the various instruments. This was basic etiquette and rule of the magical world—one must never rashly explore the results and detailed progress of others' magical experiments. Harvey still pulled his hand over to Yurio, his chosen "local guide," to disassemble his brass mechanical prosthesis and perform some simple adjustments and maintenance himself.

"Mr. Eye of Illusion, you can now directly see the internal structure of this alchemical prosthetic limb. I'm sorry that I can't share the transplantation technology with you, but the operation does involve certain risks. My lab assistant and I cannot guarantee its safety 100%..."

He pointed to a section of the disassembled mechanical prosthesis that resembled a metal shaft and patiently explained, "This is the energy core that drives the entire prosthesis. To maintain its long-term operation, in addition to regular maintenance, the most important thing is to transplant the recipient's own soul and mental strength. Otherwise, the entire prosthesis will become like a dead object and quickly reject the recipient's flesh and blood."

The Eye of Illusion had no experience with alchemical mysteries, but he roughly understood Harvey's explanation. Hesitantly, he asked, "Once a rejection reaction occurs, the prosthesis will malfunction, and the part connected to the living person will begin to decay and decay. Is that correct?"

Harvey nodded. "Yes, you can think of it as common sepsis, a complication of severed limbs that is even more deadly than wound infection. The damage caused to the already weak caster is even more severe."

Yurio stroked the healed area of his severed limb and interrupted with lingering fear, "When my arm was cut off, if someone hadn't pressed a red-hot iron directly on the wound, I would have died from excessive blood loss or a severe infection."

The Eye of Illusion couldn't help but shudder, unable to bear the thought that if Teacher Duncan had not been rescued in time by Benoit and had not drunk a large amount of expensive high-level healing potions, he would probably have suffered greatly and eventually died.

"So... Mr. Kel'Thuzad, the risks of transplant surgery you mentioned are the risk of infection and decay at the wound, correct?"

Harvey smiled wryly and shook his head, saying softly, "I can completely avoid and resolve the infection problem... The real difficulty is that the greater the degree of limb loss, the more soul and mental energy required to power the prosthesis. Ultimately, the recipient's primary soul will be suppressed by the soul core in the alchemical prosthesis. If this fails to prioritize, it can lead to unpredictable and dangerous consequences."

He raised his hand and pointed at the two cups of magical reagents of different colors placed on the laboratory table, and said metaphorically, "If this red potion is compared to your teacher, Mr. Duncan, and these three blue potions are the prosthetic parts he needs to be transplanted..."

Harvey poured the blue potion into the glass of red potion, watching it gradually transform into indigo. "Look at the color of this potion. It's like the soul of the person undergoing surgery. Even its color has changed."

The Eye of Illusion stared blankly at the indigo solution that had been excessively mixed with blue. After a moment, he came to his senses and trembled, "You mean, if too much is transplanted, it will seriously affect the recipient's soul and mental thinking, causing a drastic change in temperament or mental confusion?"

Harvey said gravely, "I've never used live subjects to verify this, so I can't give you a definitive answer, but it's highly likely that something unacceptable will occur... severe amnesia, intellectual disability, sensory disturbances, and even limb incoordination are all possible."

After all, it was a risky experiment of stitching together several souls. He didn't want to see the teacher of the Eye of Illusion's main soul being eroded and assimilated by the souls of other transplanted living creatures, and eventually turning into a humanoid chimpanzee who drooled and ate bananas all day long.

(End of this chapter)