Our family is in decline

The corpse was placed in a cool basement, otherwise it would only take half a day for the corpse to decompose seriously in this weather.

This is a thin corpse, his hands are covered with calluses from dragging the sail rope for a long time, and the exposed skin has turned brown from being exposed to the sun for a long time. His identity as a pirate can be seen from some features.

There were some signs of anatomy on the corpse. It was obviously used as a teaching material after death. The dense sutures were the only thing that maintained the final dignity.

At first glance, you can tell that it was not made by Paracelsus, because it is too rough.

"To be honest, the cause of his death is not clear yet. He was fine the day before, but he didn't feel well last night. I suspect it was a wound infection, but there are no more cases on hand..."

Paracelsus raised his hand and pointed to the wound on the lower abdomen of the corpse. It should have been a knife on the battlefield. The intestines probably fell out. He did not die on the spot, but delayed it for so many days. This somewhat illustrates Hamlet's medical system. The establishment achieves good results.

"It is acute organ failure caused by wound infection and inflammation. It is basically hopeless according to current medical technology."

The control of the skill [Flesh and Blood Reconstruction] allows him to understand the human body very well and can basically determine the cause of death, but this situation also illustrates one thing.

"Dead people can also talk. In addition to understanding the structure of the human body, anatomy should also focus on the research and recording of causes and causes of death. The accumulation of these data will help the development of our pathology and forensic medicine."

Paracelsus dissected many cadavers, but she mostly pursued the study of human structure.

In the past, she still needed to be sneaky, but after coming to Hamlet, she received strong support from the lord. With a large amount of experimental data, she has almost completed the study of human structure and has almost finished writing the book.

At this time, facing Lance's instructions, I understood the general research direction.

"At the same time, I feel that a hospital should be set up in the town, and the results obtained in trauma treatment can also be used to prevent possible plagues and diseases. Aren't there several medical staff from the city's sanatoriums this time? I will transfer them all to you. "

"I want to do research and don't have time to manage the hospital." Paracelsus was slightly dissatisfied. Asking her to take time to teach the medical soldiers had already wasted a lot of her time. Now that a new research direction has emerged, she has no time. Manage the hospital.

Others would not dare to reject the request of a noble lord so directly, but Paracelsus did so.

"It's true that I didn't think it through well. Let's put this matter aside for now. I'll arrange for others to take charge." Faced with her opinion, Lance could only smile helplessly.

It's just that he has a straightforward personality, so he doesn't think it's offensive. As long as you have the ability, feel free to ask for anything. If you don't have this tolerance, he won't mess around.

This proposal was made because he was a little anxious. The environment of the den put a lot of pressure on him, so he instinctively prepared a plan to deal with the disease.

The plague of witches and the diseases of beast caves, why do ancestors like these disgusting things so much?

Greendale watched the exchange between the two. They didn't look like a noble lord and his subordinates at all, but more like friends.

Soon the experiment was ready, and the zombie spores were sprinkled on the exposed wounds of the corpse. You could see that the skin began to fester, and the flesh and blood became necrotic at a speed visible to the naked eye. Even the fascia was dissolved, and then dissolved into turbidity. , exuding foul-smelling blood, and soon only bones were left in one thigh.

But the reaction also stopped and it did not continue to dissolve. It seems that there is a limit after losing the ability to reproduce itself.

"Increase the dose!"

Greendale was very calm. As the medicine continued to be applied, the reaction continued. The skin, muscles, internal organs, and the whole person were disappearing in front of them, leaving only bones and hair in the end.

Facing such a skeleton, Paracelsus was not afraid at all. Instead, he looked a little surprised, as if he was seeing a novel toy in front of him.

He cleaned it with chemicals, picked up a thigh bone and sighed: "I have always wanted a bone model as a teaching material, but I was not satisfied when the bones and flesh were separated. Now it is really perfect."

Lance had no intention of interfering with her hobbies, but was discussing with Greendale.

"The amount of the reaction is a bit difficult to determine. If there are excess spores remaining, will it have an impact on the environment?"

"No, after emerging from dormancy, if there is no flesh and blood, it will self-apoptose very quickly."

"Okay, how's the research on the disease resistance project going?"

"I already have the formula. I have prepared several disease-resistant sachets, but they are used in a mountainous environment. I don't know the specific effects."

"How about changing it to a mask with a sandwich layer? It is more suitable for the environment of the beast cave."

On the other side, Paracelsus also heard about the beast cave and followed Lance to make a request.

"Remember to find a complete monster corpse and bring it back to me."

"Okay, okay! Leave this matter to me."

Lance agreed wholeheartedly, and she would definitely not be short of a share in this matter.

"I want to apply to use those cultists with extraordinary healing abilities to conduct experiments to verify whether the corpse spores have the effect of inhibiting healing."

"Okay, but be careful. Those guys are not ordinary people. You'd better have perfect arrangements when doing research."

Paracelsus continued to ask, and Lance agreed after a moment of silence.

The research and development of this thing was originally designed to deal with those cultists with extraordinary power.

Paracelsus was mainly responsible for the research of surgery, treating patients in visible and tangible places. The main method was surgery, especially for trauma.

Greendale naturally specializes in internal medicine, and her experience in the Deer Head Tribe allows her to use herbal medicine to treat patients, but there is some metaphysics of extraordinary power in it.

With the two of them here, I basically don't need to take care of it, I just need to give research topics and directions.

When the product's effect was verified, Lance quit the sanatorium.

After walking out of the dark basement, I realized that it was already dark, and the town that was active during the day had quieted down, but the sight of thousands of lights was still very soothing.

You must know that in the past, most people were reluctant to light lamps. The largest consumption of candles was in churches.

However, with their own efforts, Hamlet's system is improving and supplies are constantly being replenished. They have the confidence to enjoy the convenience brought by these small items.

The area around the square is still the busiest in the town, especially at night. The literacy class is still there, but the person in charge of teaching has changed.

The tables in the tavern over there were set up outside, and those people were holding oak wine glasses and talking and laughing with the people around them.

Because it was too hot in the house, but there was a cool sea breeze outside.

That is to say, Boudicca was still in the prohibition period, otherwise this guy would definitely appear here.

The casino on the other side is also lively. There are actually many bachelors in the town, and most of them were recruited as craftsmen. They have no family burden. In this era, gambling has never been a thing, and it is a very common and common pastime.

You may not have a church in a place, but there will definitely be a casino, it’s just a matter of size.

After Lance got it, he at least standardized it, prohibiting minors and not lending.

Otherwise, Lance really cares about the little money they have. Just opening a loan project will make those guys bankrupt and owe a lot of debt.

It's a bit funny to say that this guy Disma was caught losing money in a casino some time ago and was immediately blacklisted.

In the past, you would have to cut off your hand, but now that it is official, there is no such rule. It is just a matter of clearing the account and being blacklisted and not allowed to advance.

In fact, it was fortunate that this was the case, otherwise it would not be certain who would kill whom if we actually took action.

Anyway, this matter ended up being settled.

Lance didn't care much about it. Even a "saint" like Leonard once had kleptomania, but he just untied it.

No one is perfect, not even Lance himself. He used to be gluttonous, lustful and lazy. He fished for fish at work, made junk food after get off work, and played Cyber ​​Goddess. When he was done, he lay down and turned on the computer, started the game, and started sprinting. !

What he has fallen into today is completely forced by the environment. Reason tells him that he can clearly distinguish when and what to do.

"Times make heroes..."

Lance couldn't help but sigh. He turned around and found Tardif in the casino, but it wasn't surprising when he thought about his origins.

Lance didn't get close to the brothel. That place had always been Lance's heart.

He really wants to eliminate this, but he can't do it. He can only regulate them. This is a blow and a kind of protection.

He felt a little irritable for no reason. The limitations of this era were too great, and it was difficult for his ideas to be fully implemented.

How much time do you have left...

Lance was not walking around randomly, he came to a place with a purpose, which was Tamara's RV.

After ringing the bell, I heard a response with many emotions.

"who?"

Lance didn't care at all, he pushed the door open with a smile, and when he saw her with a straight face and a look of resentment exuding from her whole body, he joked: "Who provoked our Lord Astrologer again?"

Tamara's expression improved slightly after seeing Lance, and she blurted out this without much hesitation.

"They actually decided to let that guy Amanda stay here! And they also took over the position of the organization's person in charge of the empire area. If I go back to them and tell them what courses I have completed, they are actually going to put me under house arrest."

Tamara told Lance about the unfairness and discrimination she suffered. Those people were still worried about whether they would lose control, so they deceived themselves into being imprisoned in the dark.

She was already very insecure, but she panicked at the thought of this. She stood up and reached out to grab Lance's arm and begged.

"I'm not leaving. I'll just stay here, okay?"

Lance was a little surprised when he heard the news. He only knew this now, but faced with Tamara's current state, he still spoke to comfort her first.

"I definitely welcome you. This is your home. You can stay as long as you want."

After saying that, Lance held her hand and sat next to her to analyze with her.

"But do you know that the Roma are about to withdraw from the empire? Keeping Amanda at this time does not seem like reuse, but more like abandoning her. As for any position, there is no one here. No matter how nice the position is, it is What is the use?

And after you go back, you will be able to get the best resources to complete the training that was missing before, and you can also get another sacred object. Your talents will be realized, and everything you lost will be taken back from yourself. Do you care about Amanda being a omen seeker? "

Tamara's uneasy mood was soothed, but what she cared about was not Amanda at all, but whether she would be imprisoned after she returned.

"They dare!" Lance sneered, "You go back to Hamlet's land, and I will be the witness. If they attack you, they attack me. They can't bear the consequences, otherwise they wouldn't Will rush over to me to apologize.

When you get there, you can contact me when you have time. If there is really a problem, I will come forward to put pressure on them. Even if the conflict cannot be reconciled and they really dislike you, then don't play with them. Come back here, Hamlet will always welcome you. , I will also reserve a room for you. "

"Hmm~" Tamara felt inexplicably relieved when she heard this. What is a sense of security? This is!

I am not alone because he is right next to me.

Her character is suspicious and awkward, and it is difficult to trust others, but she trusts Lance very much, and no one else, because this man is really special...

"What are you doing?" Lance felt that the hand that originally grasped his forearm began to fumble and grasp the palm of his hand. He couldn't help but turn his head to look at Tamara who was leaning towards him and asked.

This sentence did not scare Tamara away. She was not a little girl. Neither her courage nor her personality allowed her to shrink back or even admit it.

"I like you."

"..." Lance was stunned when he heard this. It seemed that he didn't react. After a brief period of confusion, he came back to his senses and shook his head helplessly, "Stop joking."

"I just like you!" Tamara declared emphatically, but her little hands were a little bit dishonest.

"I like it if I like it. Why are you moving your hands and feet?" Lance raised his hand and pressed down her little hand that was moving around. His face was full of doubts, and he was still a little unresponsive.

Tamara didn't care about you, she just put her head forward and touched her lips, and soon Lance could taste the hotness of Roma.

Lance is at the age where he is full of energy, and he must fight back hard when faced with this kind of "provocation".

Tamara seems to be taking the initiative, but in fact, even if she gnaws randomly, when Lance takes action, the situation that was originally dominated by her is quickly reversed. Instead, she is controlled by Lance, killing her and defeating her!

Her breathing became rapid and hot blood rushed to her brain. Tamara felt as if her brain was going to melt due to lack of oxygen. This was a strange feeling she had never had before, which made her instinctively want to push away and gasp.

"Repenting now? It's too late!" Lance felt her resistance, but it was not her turn to decide now.

When the big hand stretched out, Tamara felt that her body was so weak that she could not use her strength at all, and she was at the mercy of others...