Shepherd Tantra

Chapter 777: I want to save more people than I kill

Albert was shocked: "Did the Red Prime Minister finally rebel?"

Strangely enough, he wasn't surprised by this...

Instead, there is a feeling of "as expected" and "he finally did it."

After all, Albert’s sponsor was the Count of Leipzig, and he had more or less come into indirect contact with the Red Prime Minister—of course, he didn’t dare to have direct contact.

He himself was not good at speaking, and the Red Prime Minister was notoriously irritable, eccentric and changeable. If he accidentally angered the Red Prime Minister, he might become a blood slave in the Red Castle.

Others would care about his talent - after all, Albert was not only the second youngest fourth-level extraordinary person in Xingtan, but also a talented inventor and an excellent disaster splicer. He was very likely to become the vice-president of the Spiritual Tower and take over the next Black Phase.

...But only Hong Xiang is not afraid of him.

Albert even heard that a member of the royal family had angered him and was sucked dry by him on the spot.

This matter was kept secret, and later the royal family member was buried under the pretext of "death from illness." But even so, no one dared to ask him about it... This was the story that Count Leipzig told him himself.

The “Red Prime Minister” mentioned by the Count of Leipzig is a self-centered, arrogant and willful person.

He cared about nothing but his own pleasure, and looked down on even his own children.

He was like an overbearing old man who held a very high position in the family. He would comment on anything he didn't like. The problem was that he seemed to dislike everything and would always say things like "When Xingti was founded".

Because of this, Albert didn't dare to meet Hong Xiang at all.

And now... the old man finally couldn't stand the king anymore and decided to replace him?
"Former King Alfonso Valentin, also known as 'Valentin VII', was tried by the first Prime Minister Pomponazzi for seven crimes, including murder, leaking secrets, treason, and trafficking in cultural relics. He was forced to abdicate the throne, not be buried in the royal tomb, and remove the surname 'Valentin'. All the people involved in the case have been arrested..."

Aurora recited news reports.

Selling out the country? Cultural relics? What is this?

Albert frowned and rolled his head curiously in his schoolmate's arms: "What about the new king?"

Why is the name in the news still “Hongxiang”?
"It's His Highness Lucien."

"he?"

Albert's head was full of distrust: "He can't even memorize the thirteen-type compound equation. I'm afraid he can only refine a petrifying potion at best... With this level, can he inherit Valentine's position?"

If he can do it, then so can I! Everyone can do it!
Albert whispered in his heart.

"Red phase support."

Aurora commented simply.

"...Tsk."

Albert smacked his lips, feeling very unhappy.

If only someone could bring bad luck to Hong Xiang, he thought.

Although he was considered to be from the faction of Count Leipzig, and could barely be considered the direct descendant of the Red Prime Minister, he was actually not in any danger this time, and he was even a little happy...

But Albert was still a little unhappy - mainly because he felt that the new king was not smart enough or strong enough.

At least the Seventh Generation is a fifth-level Balancer!
Albert is not yet at the fifth energy level, so he is convinced.

He shook his head and turned his neck, and Aurora, who was worried that he might jump down, held him tightly in her arms.

“What do the people say?”

Albert was a little worried: "Will there be a civil war?"

"The common people don't seem to care much about who the new king is. They care more about the price of food and bread."

Aurora replied.

...That’s true.

Albert shook his head up and down.

The common people would probably just be surprised at most, wondering how the first generation Red Prime Minister, who had not appeared for so many years, suddenly popped up again.

"Is it going well?"

"It went pretty smoothly..."

The two chatted and soon returned to Albert's laboratory.

In the messy laboratory, white printing papers were scattered everywhere, and on top of them were jars of organs, and in the room there was the humming sound of a vacuum machine in operation.

——In a large ritual platform in the middle of the laboratory, a real monster was restrained.

Two halos bound it, one above and one below, making it float in the air.

It was a giant ball of flesh—with densely packed arms stretched out, swaying in the wind like seaweed in the water.

Some of those arms were thick, some were thin; some were men's, some were women's... It looked like dozens of people's arms were chopped off and inserted into this ball of flesh.

It seemed to sense Albert's presence and immediately became excited from its static state. Its arms, which were originally curled up naturally, suddenly opened up - like a flower blooming in an instant.

Aurora blinked. "It?"

"Well, my latest masterpiece!"

Albert walked over and happily shook hands with it: "I named it Thousand Hands God. This is number 117, so it is Thousand Hands God-117."

"What does it do?"

"It can be used to grow arms. It doesn't have any dusk power, so it's not strong enough, but it can be used for transplants."

As Albert spoke, he suddenly exerted force with his right hand that was shaking hands, and directly pulled off an arm.

He held up the white, warm arm and handed it to Aurora like offering a treasure.

But Aurora still held his head, and only freed one hand to gently touch the skin of the arm, feeling its elasticity and warmth, and then withdrew her hand.

"I've thought before that necromancy could be used to help disabled people get their missing limbs. Or it could also help people who want to have extra limbs fulfill their wishes."

Albert said enthusiastically: "But if we use the method of fine carving to customize limbs for people... the cost is too high. So I invented this, it can grow hands of various thicknesses and lengths. Then people can find the limbs they like, and then remove them for transplantation."

"…How does it grow? What do we need to feed it?"

Aurora was slightly interested in it. Although Albert had invented many strange little pieces of junk, she felt that this one was valuable. "This one is also very simple."

Albert said this as he brought out a box of mice sealed with preservation techniques from the side.

If this were an ordinary box, they would have starved to death or suffocated to death long ago. But the preservation technique has this miraculous effect, even if a creature is put into a box, it can exist for a long time.

Albert's headless body casually opened the seals on the boxes, then lifted them up and dumped the mice towards the Thousand-Handed God like garbage.

The Thousand Hands instinctively stretched out their hands and caught each of the falling mice as easily as catching a ball. Then they retracted their arms - and only then did Aurora notice that there were ferocious rotating sharp teeth under each of their arms, and the mice were stuffed into their mouths and chewed.

Aurora laughed for no apparent reason.

Albert asked with some confusion, and then Aurora explained her strange joke:

“Like a pineapple with many arms.”

The girl said, pointing at it.

And when she pointed at the Thousand-Handed God, the Thousand-Handed God stretched out his hands to her from a distance.

"I set it up so that it only eats living things that are small enough. The limit is that the diameter is less than ten centimeters to prevent it from attacking humans. If it is larger than this, it will extend its hand to show friendliness, and it is also convenient to check the various indicators of its arms."

Albert said proudly: "With this thing, we don't have to worry about people needing amputations anymore! I can make some more 'centipede gods' so that people in wheelchairs can walk! Even if someone wants a second or even a third pair of arms, at least they don't have to take them from a living person!

"I didn't make the Centipede God in the beginning because I was worried that it would slip away on its own. The Thousand-Handed God is much more controllable... I got them some dumbbells, and they will constantly try to catch the heavy objects and try to lift them. They can also play with themselves when I'm not in the lab."

"Senior, that's amazing."

Aurora hugged Albert's head tightly and said sincerely.

A smile finally appeared on Albert's always sad face.

He walked over, adjusted his glasses, and then boasted to his junior schoolmate, "I plan to make a dead spirit that can automatically generate a liver - in principle it should be possible. I know that there is a place where the dead can slowly generate a large number of 'eyes' and a large number of 'mouths'.

"So, I think maybe there could be an undead with a stomach full of liver... In that case, maybe the demonologists wouldn't kill innocent people indiscriminately."

Among human body materials, the most used parts are eyeballs, penis, bones and liver. The penis needs to be air-dried for preservation, the bones need to be shaved and dried, and the eyeball can be preserved for a long time by soaking it in preservation fluid. But the liver must be complete and fresh...

Because the amount used each time is "one serving", the price of liver is the most expensive of all human materials on the black market. If it is slightly damaged, the ritual effect will be lost.

For the sake of huge profits, some urban hunters who don't have the technology to preserve organs will kill people on the spot, directly capture people and let professional surgeons remove their livers.

——If we had this thing, maybe not so many people would have died, Albert thought.

Compared to the simple "Thousand-Handed God" and "Hundred-Footed God", the undead that can replicate its liver and eyeballs by itself is much more difficult to make. The cost will be increased by who knows how many times, and there is no guarantee that there will be a market for it.

But if we could make something like this... it would probably be enough to convince us to join Avalon.

I heard that the doctors at Avalon have completed the liver transplant.

Combined with this technology, he can save many more people.

——It would have to be more than the number of people he killed in the other world line.

Albert thought to himself.

At this moment, there was a knock on the door of his laboratory.

"Excuse me...is this the place, Senior?"

A hesitant voice came from outside the door.

"Ah."

Aurora said, and whispered to Albert: "My junior schoolmate. New transfer... Meet Aleister."

Although she is called a junior schoolmate, in essence she is just an apprentice whom she is asked to help train.

The spirit of playing badly is prevalent in the Spiritual Tower, with the idea that "whoever wants to go can go, I won't go anyway", and most tutors are reluctant to take on students.

In the meeting, the silence was like a classroom where the teacher asked, "Who understands, come up to the stage and speak?" It often took until the last minute for the vice-president to call on people and assign tasks.

The new transfer students naturally registered here in Aurora.

After all, Aurora is already at the fourth energy level...Talents can't just go unused.

Some mentors themselves do not even have the fourth level.

After all, she had not graduated yet, so nominally she could only be considered as guiding her younger classmates - and naturally, she did not receive any salary.

But it seemed that because of Aleister, Aurora seemed to be quite concerned about her, so much so that she wanted to bring her here for Albert to see. So she guided the school girl here in some way.

Aurora trotted all the way, holding Albert's head and went to open the door.

"morning."

Aurora simply greeted, "Did you sleep well?"

Looking at the finger clenched in the little girl's hand at the door, Albert suddenly realized.

Oh, it turns out that it was Aurora's finger that was leading the way.

As for what the girl looked like, he was too lazy to look at it. Generally speaking, she seemed to have long curly light blonde hair - anyway, just remember the hairstyle.

The somewhat timid Christina saw the expressionless senior schoolmate opening the door, holding a head with its eyes open in her arms.

Behind her stood a headless man quietly, and behind the man was an extremely terrifying monster with various bloodstained arms. Various arms and limbs were scattered in the corners, and half-cut bodies were scattered all over the floor with arms stuck in them. Jars of organs were placed eerily in every corner of the table...

The whole room was filled with arms, arms, arms, arms...

A complete arm, a half arm, a clean arm, a bloody arm...

"Yo."

Albert felt that he should say hello, so he suddenly spoke coldly.

Christina rolled her eyes and fainted.

"She didn't sleep well."

Aurora looked at her with some regret as she fell to the ground with a thud, then lowered her head and whispered to the head in her arms.

(End of this chapter)