The Ring: Sell Dung Beetles in Junction

Chapter 126 Limb-attachment experiment
In the past few days, Fan Lei has suffered a lot of humiliation.

He asked himself that he was a perfect man, different from those imperfections.

He endured the ravages of cursed blood, and accepted the teachings of pain and wounds, unlike those blemishes who are blood-mad and tortured mad by cursed blood.

This pride has recently been destroyed to nothing.

Bearing the cursed blood is certainly remarkable, and the blood dynasty is certainly a demigod force.But the Blood Dynasty is still a force that hides in the ground after all.The blood dynasty's set of judgment criteria is placed in a vast border area, and it can't cause any splashes—to be precise, no one recognizes it at all.

People here believe in a more universal standard - disabled people have no human rights.

Van Ley tried to crawl to the populated places, to the taverns, to the villages and camps, asking about the way to enter the academy.

But often before they speak, they become the object of people's ridicule.

Climbing to the entrance of the tavern, he will be thrown out as a beggar; climbing to the entrance of the village, mocking laughter will cover up all his inquiries, and even more vicious people will attack him directly and let dogs attack him.

His wounds and pain increased his faith, and so did his prayers.

For Fan Lei, this is the only good news and the reason why he is still alive.

With his medical skills, his knowledge, and the power of prayer, he barely survived the borderlands, but ended worse than the Platinum Son.

At least the son of Platinum knew how to hide in places where no one was around, but Fan Lei had to take the initiative to run to crowded places, take the initiative to endure humiliation, and endure fatal attacks at all times.

The white mask has been received by him in his arms and he no longer wears it.

In such a life, his white mask fell off too often, and every time he put it on with one hand, it was extremely painful.

What makes him even more painful is that he cannot see the white mask, which symbolizes the physician and the noble item, being humiliated along with him.

He also gradually put away the arrogance of the blood dynasty, at first it was to hide it, to not shame the blood dynasty, but gradually, the habit became natural, and he really became a little shrinking.

Whenever he realizes this, Fan Lei will be furious, no longer hide himself in the rage, and slaughter those who humiliate him.

Leaving some blood rose culture medium along the way, this is the only thing he can do now.

After all, he asked all the way, and he didn't get a way to enter the academy, so he couldn't do more.

The Academy is another arrogant force, their pride is no less than that of the Blood Dynasty.Since the Shattered War, the academy has refused to admit even the powerful and powerful, not to mention the ordinary people in the tavern.

They probably didn't know that Full Moon was imprisoned in the Magic Academy.

In desperation, Fanlei could only climb into a church, wait for the faders passing by, and start his own business.

He no longer recruited faded people as the white mask of the blood dynasty, but pretended to be a poor priesthood, and received 10 runes, pretending to teach faded people spells, defrauding sympathy and information.

It just so happens that he doesn't know much prayer, which is in line with his pretended down-and-out priesthood position.

Taking advantage of the kindness of the well-meaning Faded, he tries to gather information that will allow the Faded to find a way into the academy.

Based on the information he has, there is likely to be a key to enter the academy in the center of the Lake District.

Because there is a pyroxene dragon there.

Pyroxene Dragon is a flying dragon that swallowed too many magicians, causing its body to crystallize after being eroded by Pyroxene.

Quite a few magicians must have fallen in that place, and perhaps one of them had the key to the seal of the house.

But when he coaxed the faders to go to the center of the Lake District one after another, the result was nothing.

The pyroxene dragon does exist, and so does the mage's corpse, but there is no key.

Fan Lei was a little desperate.

He didn't know what to do next.

Maybe he can go to further places to find a way, to the high altar, to the volcano mansion, to the royal city, to the snow mountain.

If he still has hands and feet, he can go anywhere.

But he has no limbs.

He used to despise Gregor from the bottom of his heart, but now he hopes that Gregor is still alive, or that there is a legacy in the limb-attachment ceremony, so that his hands and feet may be able to come back.

Fan Lei was at a loss, but the fanaticism in his heart did not allow him to stop.

He can't stop, and if he stops, he may completely collapse.

Go, keep going, go where you haven't been.

Perhaps there, there is redemption and hope.

Fan Lei was thinking about the stories and teachings of the blood dynasty, thinking about the childhood experience of the great blood king.

That pain motivates him, drives him on.

Fan Lei no longer pretended to be a poor priest teacher, turned and climbed in another direction - the edge of the cliff on the west side of the lake area.

It's full of toxins, the wounds on his body will become infected, and the way he crawls will make him drink rotten water.

But what does it matter.

Van Ley thought of the smell of cesspools.

Anyway, it won't taste worse than that.

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The whole village was shocked when Millicent dragged the huge corpse of the grafted nobleman to Platinum Village.

The sons of Platinum, who have never felt what legs are since they were born, have never seen this kind of monster. Looking at the hands and feet all over their bodies, they wanted to touch them but dared not. They were just amazed.

The Platinum Sons knew that this corpse might contain their hope and future, and they all thanked Millicon, wishing to pay their respects.

They really worshiped, and many gray-haired old men knelt and kowtowed in front of Millican, calling for mother.

Millicent smiled bitterly: "This is too exaggerated, no matter how you say it, it's never called that."

Old Mr. Alpass stood beside Millicent and said with a smile:

"Our sons of Platinum were not born in an ordinary way, so we don't care so much about ethics. Survival is the first priority for us. Those who can do more work, and those who are able are teachers."

"Forget it as a teacher, why do you still call me mother." Millicent covered her face.

"Reborn parents." Elpas cheerfully stopped the other Platinum Sons, not to embarrass Millicent any more.

"I would also like to trouble you to take it to the hut." Elpas said, "I am afraid that the elder will have to study for a long time. He is inconvenient to move and may need your help."

"No trouble." Millicent continued to drag the corpse uphill.

She pulled it to the hut, and found that the body of the limb-grabbing nobleman was too large and bloated, and it was impossible to pull it into the house, so she had to put it outside the door and go in by herself.

"Elder, I'm sorry I didn't bring it alive—" Millicent looked at the elder in a daze.

During the time she left for Stone City, the only remaining hand of the elder was gone.

Looking at the silhouette of the elder from the door, it looks like a tadpole.

The remaining leg, perhaps, as old Mr. Alpass said, is his lifeline.

"It's okay, it's much more difficult to capture alive than to kill him." The elder didn't mind, "From his body, we should be able to find clues. Hehe, maybe when the time comes, your severed arm will be saved."

Millicent was a little confused:
"Elder, maybe I... don't want to connect limbs."

"Why?" asked the elder, "Don't you want to have healthy hands?"

Millicent looked at the corpse outside the door:
"I thought about it before, but seeing the corpse, I'm not sure. Maybe we shouldn't hold such a ceremony for the mutilation of limbs."

The elder sighed: "For ordinary beings, maybe this is the case, and I don't force you. I just hope that you can help me and help me. You have also seen that I am like this... it is not convenient."

"I understand, please rest assured." Millicent said, "The Son of Platinum is different from me, I still understand that."

Under the guidance of the elder, Millicent took out various saws and machetes, and began to cut the limbs of the grafted nobles, looking for abnormalities in the connection points, and looking for information about the limb grafting ceremony contained therein.

For Millicent, it was yet another experiment.

She used to be the one who was experimented, and the experiment was to save her.Now she is on the side of the experiment, in order to save Platinum Son.

Under the elder's guidance, Millicent made rapid progress, and the elder also came up with many possible conjectures.

But conjectures are conjectures after all, there are only corpses here, but no live bodies to experiment with.

"It would be great if there was an experimental subject..." the elder sighed.

(End of this chapter)