Mechanical Doctor

At noon, Manolin rubbed his head with his hands while drinking coffee.

"It turns out that excessive use of metal control ability will cause headaches.

I can't do this anymore."

Manolin guessed that using metal control ability probably consumes mental power or something like that. Because of the large amount of use in a short period of time yesterday, the mental power was depleted, which led to physical discomfort.

Due to excessive use of metal control ability, he even destroyed the biological clock developed by his previous life. Manolin, who had the habit of getting up early, slept until noon this time.

However, he also got used to the habit of opening a clinic for three days and drying the net for two days.

Especially now that there is sufficient funds, there is no life pressure and the desire to quickly complete tasks and upgrade, which makes Manolin gradually slide towards the direction of salted fish.

"Alas~

No attendance punching, no mortgage and car loan, no annoying boss and leader, this kind of life is life."

Manolin sipped a few sips of coffee, and after the refreshing effect of coffee relieved the headache, he slowly leaned back in the chair and sighed.

Just as he was lying in a chair enjoying his leisure time, a group of "uninvited guests" broke into the clinic.

There were more than 30 people who broke into the clinic, and this group of people filled the clinic hall, which was not particularly large to begin with.

The leader of this group of people was Stantel who came yesterday.

"Boy from the Alva family, I heard that old man Stantel said that his treasure was made by you?"

The guy who spoke first said that he looked at the box in Stantel's hand with his only remaining eye. The fiery eyes made Stantel tighten his arms around the box.

"Of course I made the mechanical prosthesis."

Manolin looked at this person and answered his question.

The person who asked the question was wearing a neatly ironed black dress, a neatly combed back hair, a black eye mask on his left eye, and the left sleeve of the clothes was empty. The whole person exuded a military atmosphere just standing there.

Manolin guessed that this person was the retired naval officer that Teacher Stentel mentioned.

The naval officer looked at Manolin and asked directly: "I heard from Stentel that you can help me make a prosthesis like his?"

Manolin naturally said yes to this.

At this time, Stentel also spoke,

"One-eyed John, I didn't lie to you, did I? This treasure of mine was made by little Manolin."

"Teacher Stentel and everyone, please wait a moment, I will go upstairs to get the parts that have been made."

There is no point in saying more, Manolin went upstairs to get the parts that had been made yesterday and a drawing.

As for taking out the drawings, Manolin did not worry at all about the drawings being copied.

According to his understanding, there is no extraordinary professional who manufactures machinery in the entire Mechanical Enthusiasts Association.

It is extremely difficult for ordinary people to make it.

When Manolin put the parts and drawings of the mechanical prosthesis on the table, not only Stantel and John, but also others were a little agitated and wanted to check forward.

"Everyone, be quiet! Don't lose face for our Mechanical Enthusiasts Association in front of little Manolin."

An old man with a gray beard shouted with full energy.

When everyone heard the old man's shout, the crowd gradually regained their senses and no longer crowded forward.

Manolin knew the old man who shouted. He was the president of the Mechanical Enthusiasts Association. His name was Condlet. He was a wealthy sea merchant with a whole ocean-going fleet and was very famous in the whole city of Gran.

He helped Manolin when his business was not bankrupt. Unfortunately, the original owner was really disappointing. He could still bankrupt the company with the help of several nobles.

Condlet pushed through the crowd and picked up the drawings of the mechanical prosthesis and looked at them.

"What a delicate design, a genius conception."

Condlet was amazed at the drawings of the mechanical prosthesis.

Ignoring Condlett, who was already immersed in the drawings, Manolin asked John, "Mr. John, do you want to customize a mechanical prosthesis?"

"Of course, as long as you can make a mechanical prosthesis like Stenter's, no matter how much it costs!"

John patted Manolin's shoulder heavily.

"Mr. John, I need to measure you so that I can make a mechanical prosthesis for you."

Manolin invited John to the clinic and took a series of measurements on John.

After the measurements, Manolin told John that his mechanical prosthesis would take at least three days to complete.

After learning that the mechanical prosthesis could be completed in as fast as three days, John gritted his teeth happily and took out his wallet from his pocket, slamming itHe took out 30 10-gold-coin bills and slapped them in front of Manolin.

"Little Manolin, this is 300 gold coins as the deposit for my custom-made mechanical prosthesis."

Manolin counted out 10 bills and handed them back to John,

"Mr. John, the mechanical prosthesis I made is going to sell for 200 gold coins, and I'll give you the 100 gold coins."

Manolin made the mechanical prosthesis with almost no cost except time cost and some cheap metal ores. He originally set the price of the mechanical prosthesis at 200 gold coins, which was high enough, but he didn't expect that he still underestimated the rich.

John actually bid 300 gold coins as a deposit, which made Manolin see the disparity of the world.

John didn't take the bills Manolin handed back to him. He waved his hand and said that the extra 100 gold coins were a tip for him.

Manolin saw John was so generous and didn't insist.

"Mr. John, I promise to make a mechanical prosthesis for you with my heart."

John nodded without comment.

"Well, I have to say it first. If the mechanical prosthesis customized for me is worse than the one you gave to Stantel, I will be unhappy."

Before leaving the clinic, John raised his fist to threaten Manolin.

After John and Manolin returned to the clinic hall, everyone was queuing up to look at the drawings.

Manolin thanked Stantel for introducing the business to Manolin.

Stantel said: "If you really want to thank me, then you can sell me more novel and exquisite mechanical creations in the future."

"No problem, Mr. Stantel, I will leave you a copy of any new things I make in the future."

Manolin patted his chest and promised.

After everyone looked at the drawings and parts, and learned that one of Manolin's mechanical prostheses only sold for 200 gold coins, more than a dozen people in the group directly expressed their desire to buy a mechanical prosthesis for collection.

Manolin was still surprised that so many people were willing to spend 200 gold coins to buy mechanical prostheses.

Although Manolin knew that most of the members of the Mechanical Enthusiasts Association were rich people, after all, ordinary people who were struggling to make ends meet could hardly have such a hobby that consumed both time and money.

But the fact that they were willing to spend 200 gold coins to buy something they didn't need more or less brought Manolin a "rich shock".

Manolin cleared his throat and said to everyone: "Everyone! First of all, I would like to thank you for liking my work, but my production speed is limited and I can only make one mechanical prosthesis in half a month.

If you don't mind waiting for a while, please register your name here."