Industrial Revolution of the Mage Lords

Chapter 301 A Sick Visitor from Afar

"The secret is above! What a brand new and vibrant city!"

Benoit Kevin, a high-level alchemist codenamed "Mithril Unicorn" on the forum, pushed the old man in the wheelchair and slowly walked down from the alchemical vehicle, followed by Ms. "Astrologer" and Mr. "Eye of Illusion".

Although Benoit and his party arrived in Jackdaw Town two days ago, they still followed the courtesy between spellcasters and asked the Eye of Illusion to hand over the visiting list to the agent. They only set out to the Pioneer Territory after obtaining permission.

The Eye of Illusion looked down at Duncan, his teacher, whose face was pale but calm, and explained in a gentle voice, "This pioneer territory in the northern wasteland is owned by a powerful and mysterious young high-level spellcaster... We have joined a secret spellcasting organization together. I think Benoit mentioned it to you recently..."

Duncan narrowed his eyes, looking at the receptionist walking towards them from a distance, and said softly, "I'm not a member of your organization. Don't relay too much unnecessary information to me, so as not to anger the powerful being behind it..."

A gust of cold wind mixed with snowflakes blew over him, causing him to cough a few times. After a moment's rest, he continued, "You three... have sacrificed too much for my work. Taking the risk of contacting such a secret organization is truly dangerous... It truly makes me, as a teacher, feel ashamed. Ahem..."

"Astrologer" Melissa frowned with some pity, and was about to say a few words of comfort when the person coming from the front greeted them from a distance.

"Mr. Eye of Illusion! Ms. Astrologer!"

Chris, the head of the alchemy lab, approached with unusual enthusiasm, grasped the cold arm of the wheelchair-bound old man, Duncan, and said earnestly, "I'm truly sorry. Superintendent Yurio, who was previously in charge of receiving you, is out on business. The Lord has asked me to take over and arrange your subsequent itinerary."

When the Eye of Illusion had visited the territory before, he had met this eccentric alchemist once before, and now he hurriedly and politely introduced to him the other companions who were visiting for the first time.

"Mr. Chris, I wonder when the Lord will be free to see us? And...the teacher's limb transplant surgery..."

Chris waved his hand, made an inviting gesture, and smiled, "No need to delay. Master Harvey gave me instructions in advance. Let's go to the laboratory immediately. If Mr. Duncan's physical condition allows, we can start the operation immediately!"

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The group soon arrived at the independent alchemy laboratory in charge of Chris. After a short rest, they saw the young spellcaster lord Harvey, who was hurriedly coming with a team of bloodline warriors and two tall alchemy creatures.

"Sorry, I've been a bit busy..." Harvey looked around and locked eyes with the gray-haired old man hunched over in a wheelchair. He smiled and stepped forward to shake his hand. "You are Mr. Duncan, right? Welcome to the Pioneer Territory."

Duncan's blanketed lower body was bare from the knees down, and a drape covered the wound on his right arm, covering the wound on his severed limb. His remaining left arm reached out to clasp Harvey's warm palms, and he whispered, "I haven't had time to thank you yet, and the organization behind you, for your generous assistance to me."

Harvey waved his hand nonchalantly and said gently, "Your three students have already paid the due price. This all follows the principle of equal exchange. Please don't worry too much..."

At Harvey's signal, Egno stepped forward and took the alchemical device inlaid with a light green magic stone from the physician assistant beside him. He politely said, "Please let me examine Mr. Duncan first to confirm that he is in a good condition to withstand the subsequent transplant operation." The three people from the Eye of Illusion nodded and helped to transfer teacher Duncan to the laboratory table, half supporting and half holding him. They stared at Egno and others who were busy starting various examinations.

"The magic veins in the main torso aren't seriously damaged, but Mr. Duncan probably hasn't meditated for a long time, so his magic reserves are limited, and his veins are slightly depleted and atrophied..."

"The wounds on the three severed limbs are all festering to a certain extent. Tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk. The sutures were a bit sloppy. The healer seemed to think that the healing potion and flesh growth potion alone could restore the wounds to their original state..."

Benoit, who was standing aside, flushed instantly. He opened his mouth but was too embarrassed to argue for himself. He was indeed not a professional healing spellcaster. In treating his teacher's injuries, he could only rely on large doses of alchemical potions to delay time.

Taking advantage of the break in the examination, Harvey repeated to Duncan the surgical risks that he had previously discussed with the Eye of Illusion.

Duncan listened silently, then chuckled self-deprecatingly. He said calmly, "Triple the surgical risk? The next best option is to only recover one arm? Spending the rest of my life in a wheelchair... I'm afraid I can't accept that."

The Eye of Illusion came closer and said worriedly, "Teacher, this is the safest solution. With your hands restored, you'll be able to perform magic as usual, and your magical experiments and research won't be affected. The only slight inconvenience is the need for a wheelchair. Melissa, Benoit, and I can all stay by your side for a long time..."

"A single inconvenience?" Duncan's eyes widened, and he coughed repeatedly as if he was holding his breath. "Have you ever seen an illusionist perform a high-level illusion with a missing limb?"

Benoit leaned in closer and whispered, "But Master Harvey also said that even if we successfully give you three alchemical prosthetic limbs, there's no 100% guarantee that your limbs won't mutate during the illusion spell... Those aren't your own flesh and blood, they're made of metal!"

Duncan rolled his eyes at his student and turned to Harvey. "Your Excellency, if I choose both surgical options, what will the price be? Please feel free to make your request... I will do my best to meet it."

This master of illusion seems to have some obsession that requires the restoration of limbs to complete his mission, otherwise he would not be so stubborn and paranoid on this issue.

Harvey shook his head helplessly and said slowly, "First of all, you naturally need to join our Spellcaster Forum like Mr. Illusion Eye and the other three. This is not actually a price you have to pay. I believe you will understand the benefits and profits later..."

"As for the surgery...it's also part of an experimental study. As the first recipient of this experiment, the risks you took and the experimental data we obtained from it are considered a large part of the price we paid..."

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone understood what Harvey meant.

Even the top brass of the Spellcasters' Union couldn't easily let a high-level spellcaster serve as an experimental subject for a magic research project. The experimental data and research results that could be obtained were naturally priceless - this was completely different from using those mentally retarded monsters and alien races for experiments, and the research feedback obtained was completely incomparable.

(End of this chapter)