Repair surgery for Estheu's injured arm did not begin immediately. Brochette first cleaned his desk, removing all the irrelevant furnishings, leaving only the surgical knives and tweezers. Perhaps in consideration of Eshona's extraordinary healing physique, he did not prepare gauze to stop the bleeding, but instead had several blades sharpened to a paper-thin edge, the ends of which were embedded in the handle and could be removed as he pleased.

Brochette first cut the finger flippers with a sharp knife, and then used tweezers to penetrate the wound before it healed, quickly correcting the deformed tendon – the correction lasted only about five or six seconds, and Brochette had to lift the tweezers to avoid being wrapped in the healed flesh. Luciana endured the discomfort of her senses and carefully observed the trajectory of the blade and the angle at which the tweezers rose and fell. She closed her eyes, and Brochette's movements were broken down into separate units, reflected repeatedly in the dark horizon. Luciana quickly understood why Brochette said it was a job that required a high level of concentration. The surgery wasn't particularly complicated, but it was complicated by Baranduk's weird healing powers.

"Dean, this job is so troublesome, can you give some, uh-" Luciana said whimsically, "pay?" ”

Brochette's movements paused for a few seconds, and he almost failed to pull the tweezers out. He gave Luciana a helpless look, and the latter stuck out her tongue. "Hmm...... Actually, it makes sense. But I guess you can't be referring to the dinar by 'reward', right? ”

"Can you mention my coal ration again, to the official scholars."

Eshu snorted softly, and a muscle in his palm was pinched hard by Brochette's tweezers. "It's already spring, Miss!" Brochette raised his head and was furious, "The coal rations of the scholars will be adjusted according to the season, if you are the only one, how can you explain it?" Change one! ”

"I don't need anything else...... Luciana replied weakly, her eyes suddenly lit up, "I want permission to read the forbidden area of the library." ”

"You've snuck in a few times, don't you really know? If it weren't for the administrator and the people in the association, or my students, I would turn a blind eye to you. Anyway, you've also been to the association's meetings, so it's not impossible. There is only one caveat, some books are taboo because they are dangerously inflammatory, don't be fooled by those words! Starting today, you will report to me every week what books you have read in the forbidden section. ”

"Got it." Luciana smiled.

"Alright," Brochette glared at her, putting down the blade and tweezers, "I'll show you here, remember?" ”

Luciana nodded obediently and got up to take Brochette's place. She replicated Brochette's technique with incredible accuracy, from blade cutting to tweezer correction, but with a lack of efficiency due to proficiency. In the same position, Brochette may only need to cut five times, but Luciana has seven, if not more. Sometimes, when encountering a more complex injury, it is completely too late to judge the short seconds from the cut to the healing, and Brochette will make up for it in time. Later, Luciana would say a few words when she was unsure, or gently hold her wrist with the back of the knife to help fine-tune the angle of the knife and correction.

After repairing Eshy's palm, Luciana's forehead was oozing fine sweat. Brochette was no more relaxed than her, although he only assisted Luciana, but he also needed to concentrate a lot, and he was tired and old. It seems that his age is not a lie, even though the old man of unknown age had taken down several of the Omenwolf Honor Guards with his sharp and precise throwing knives during the Battle of Boimble.

Eshua soon felt his palms regain sensation that they had not felt for a long time, and his fingers began to move freely. Just through a stiff arm, it felt extremely weird—yes, there was one arm left. Estheu thought tiredly. His mental consumption was actually not inferior to that of the two who operated on him, Brochette did not prepare anesthetic herbs, and Esher remained awake throughout the whole process, so the repeated surgery and correction became a thousand cuts of torture.

"What's next for the arm?" Luciana leaned back in her chair, stretching her aching limbs.

"Almost, take your time. I'll show you the same old way. Brochette removed the dull blade from the wooden handle, loaded it with a brand new one, and handed it to Luciana.

Then there was a knock on the door, followed by Dahar's voice: "Dean, Ranmaroke is looking for you." ”

"I told you too!" Brochette made a deep cut in Estheu's forearm, a little impatient, "If he's for Gastov's, I've already said you're in charge." ”

"I've done it, but I can't." Dahal's tone was filled with deep helplessness, "If Ranmaroch had come as the commander of the garrison of Poimbro, I would indeed be able to deal with him. But he was on the dictate of the Duke of Aldemar. Gastov accused you of favoring Baranduk in private messages during the lord's arbitration and conniving at his violent desecration of the law. ”

"This guy is really a set of accusations." Unmoved, Brochette put the tweezers into the incision and began to tinker with it, "Then you will also take a message from me, saying that Gastov deliberately framed Baron Baranduk, and even intended to gather a crowd to harm, and I am completely impartial in enforcing the law." ”

"Ranmaroch won't buy it, he just wants to see you."

"I already know the general content of Aldemar's message, so why do you see him? Go, you take my message, either to Ranmaroke or to the Duke. ”

"In fact, Ranmarok has come to summon you to Duke Aldemar." Dahar was a little helpless, "Dean, I am not strictly a Grand Master, I am just helping you deal with the chores in the Order as a captain. Gastov is the adopted son of Duke Alexis after all, and his position in the Dragon Knights is even higher than mine. Some things are better for you to explain in person. ”

"Shhh Eschu gasped sharply, presumably with a broken vessel. Although Luciana was quick to pick up the other two tweezers and join the ends together in time, a large pool of blood had already splattered on the desk and began to drip along the edges.

"Luna, you take over the rest. I'm going to have to deal with some boring political stuff. ”

"I want you to keep your promise," said Estheu, "and take full responsibility." I don't want to deal with that guy anymore. ”

"I hope you do the same, Baron," Brochette shrugged, "don't try to interfere violently in the affairs of the Academy. If it weren't for your special title, you wouldn't have known about those secrets. Luna, if you're tired, take a break. ”