abnormal mutation

Chapter 156 No Bargaining
“You’re so confident, almost arrogant, which is quite different from what my grandfather said.” Beyana stopped what she was doing, turned around, and looked him over.

Roland smiled faintly; his confidence was built up from countless battles.

"How much do you know about me? Do you think His Excellency the Earl's arrangements are hasty?" This was a question he wanted to ask yesterday.

Beyana turned around and mechanically combed her hair, not noticing that the comb was always in the same spot.

“Grandpa has a good eye for people. I’ve been willful for twenty years, and I can’t live for myself forever.” She didn’t hide it. She had resisted before, but now… she knew that she was the one being chosen.

Being too outstanding isn't a good thing for a man.

Roland sighed inwardly. It wasn't that he disliked Beyana; he genuinely had no intention of getting married.

"Is congenital limb atrophy very serious? Even extraordinary methods can't help?" He deliberately changed the subject.

"At first, I was worried about pollution; my family and I didn't want my mind and personality to be significantly affected. Later... we compromised."

The limbs that can be repaired at great cost will quickly atrophy again, drastically shortening lifespan. This isn't just a simple limb problem; it's a congenital defect, which is very troublesome. "Beyana shook her head slightly.

In fact, the higher-ups of the Jihua Chamber of Commerce had hinted more than once that they had a solution, but Grandpa did not trust them.

Roland stroked his chin, lost in thought.

The problem of pollution is almost unsolvable. Ordinary people do not have extraordinary resistance, and any extraordinary ability will pollute their soul; it is only a matter of degree.

Generally speaking, mild pollution will not have a significant impact on mental state and personality.

Only those who are extraordinary and step into demigod status, possessing divinity, can remain completely untainted, and even if they are, they can peel away the taint.

Roland possesses both divinity and a "divine catalyst," so a little pollution is nothing to him.

Life and bloodlines are precisely his domain, surpassing even the most skilled doctors and pharmacists.

"Let me check you out?" He walked a few steps behind Beyana.

"You also know medicine?" Beyana turned her head and looked up at him.

"I can revive anyone who isn't dead!" Roland smiled faintly, his tone carrying an unquestionable air.

He saved many people last night with [Weaving], and his abilities have already been exposed, so he certainly doesn't need Beyana.

"How do we check?" Beyana smiled, suddenly recalling the scene of him confronting the Thistle Flower Merchant Guild yesterday.

"Just sit still."

Roland placed his hand on her right shoulder, and countless life fibers surged into her body, reaching every corner and the depths of her soul. Every detail of her body and soul was reflected in his mind.

Beyana must have taken a lot of supplements; her vitality is not much weaker than that of an ordinary person, and she looks to be over a hundred years old.

The flesh and blood are weak, the congenital bloodline is abnormal, and even the soul is slightly distorted. The obvious mutated bloodline has damaged the physical expression and bodily functions, so simply restoring the limbs is useless.

To put it simply, it's a genetic disease plus gene mutation. If you have a child with an ordinary person, it will inevitably be passed on to your offspring.

Fortunately, his "weaving" possesses divinity, and the three major qualities of life, bloodline, and mind are all within his control.

"It can be cured! There are no side effects," he said with certainty.

Beyana slowly turned her head, her expression one of surprise and doubt. "Are you sure?"

“I’m quite certain, but it will come at a small price.” Roland raised his right hand, pinching his thumb and forefinger together half a centimeter apart, with a shrewd look on his face.

"What price?"

"One hundred thousand German Yuan."

“…” Beyana looked at him strangely. She thought there was some taboo, but it turned out to be about money.

She sighed inwardly. Bernardot had no shortage of money, so Roland's words were a tacit rejection of her.

"I need to ask Grandpa."

“Alright.” Roland had expected this. “Besides, talent isn’t a problem. If you’re interested, come find me on Wanghai Street anytime.”

Beyana didn't respond. Her mind was in turmoil; her usual nonchalance was more a reflection of indifference and helplessness towards life. Concern clouded her judgment, and she didn't know whether to trust Roland. Roland silently turned and left. He wasn't truly greedy, but he didn't have a deep relationship with Beyana either; charging her was reasonable.

Even among the wealthy, there are different levels. The Richard family, with a net worth of millions, are truly the richest, but there are always a few in every city.

The Bernardot family is an aristocracy, with money, status, and connections. They can make a fortune through privileges, which is incomparable to that of ordinary wealthy people.

He wanted to bring Beyana into the Hive Network, as her status and wealth would be very beneficial to the Hive's development.

The Bernardot family is in need of an extraordinary individual to support them, so the Hive is a viable option.

Outside the villa, the butler, who had heard the news, was very considerate and specially arranged a car to take him all the way to the villa gate.

It was breakfast time, and everyone was eating quietly; the atmosphere was somewhat subdued.

"What's wrong? Why are you all so sullen?" Roland entered before his male servant, bathed in sunlight and with a smile on his face.

"Roland..."

"Big brother..."

"gentlemen……"

Percy put down his knife and fork, looked him up and down, and asked with a gossipy look, "Where did you go? You didn't actually stay overnight, did you?"

Annabeth stared at him with a similarly deep gaze, her lips pursed, saying nothing.

"How could that be? Something big happened at the Chamber of Commerce, so I left early." Roland went straight to the head seat and gestured for Norman to prepare breakfast for him.

Annabeth's expression relaxed; she knew Roland wouldn't lie about something like this. "What happened? Do you need help?"

“Have you heard of an organization called the Storm Council that attacks fleets?” Roland’s heart stirred. The Carmen family had extensive connections and might be able to help.

“The Storm Council…” Annabeth repeated several times, shaking her head slightly, “Never heard of it. Could it be related to the Church of Storms?”

“Don’t talk nonsense.” Percy tapped the table lightly with his finger. “The God of Storms is one of the nine great gods. He may be a bit domineering, but he wouldn’t do something like this.”

The group discussed it for a long time, but came to no conclusion.

"Remember to keep an eye out for me, let's go eat."

"it is good……"

The Storm Council immediately dispatched two powerful mid-series extraordinary individuals, whose strength was considerable and could not possibly be unknown.

Judging from their methods, they are not exactly secretive; they either never operate around the Sid Empire, or they are newly formed.

"Ding Dong, Ding Dong..."

The Hive notification kept ringing.

Singer: "Has Committee Member Matthew met you?"

"Did you hijack the ship? My friend is the third mate, don't let them get hurt!"

"Hurry back, hurry back, I've been suffering all night..."

"..."

Roland smiled. He had only assigned Colin tasks after finishing his own business yesterday, as he was too busy to communicate much.

Mysterious man: "I've got the item. There's only one. Congratulations."

Singer: "Where are my friends?"

The mysterious man said, "When I arrived, the entire ship had already been taken over by an organization called the Storm Council, and there were heavy casualties. What's your friend's name? I'll have someone ask him."

He neither saved nor killed the members of the Thistle Merchant Guild, but some of their senior crew members were indeed sailing for the Storm Council. You could call them spineless, but at least they survived.

Singer: "Huh???"

(End of this chapter)