The afternoon anatomy class to Marlin was Ferrero Sr., the church's chief physician and anatomical officer at Fort Carter.

This is a tall and thin old man, with silver hair very well fixed with hairspray, and the whole person does not look like an old man except for some thinness, even if his file card says that he is sixty-nine.

In this world where people are sixty per capita, it is considered a standard longevity.

"Speaking of which, it's the first time I've seen such a large red-bellied spider mother at Fort Carter, and it's a good harvest this time, Colin." The old man looked at the spider mother on the stage, and then praised Colin in an affirmative tone, and Colin shook his head with a smile, and then pointed to Marin: "No, it's his prey." ”

"His?" The old man glanced at Marin, then walked in front of the spider mother, where he saw the entrance to the bullets: "All seven bullets hit here...... Small-caliber rounds, what about your gun. ”

Marin lifted his apprentice's trench coat, revealing the holster under his armpit.

"Apprentice revolver, it's the first time I've seen someone kill a spider mother with this kind of toy, and the wound has signs of corrosion, it's caused by the Holy Rock Salt Bullet, right?" The old man cautiously stretched out his finger and looked through the spider mother's wound, then asked Marlin.

"Yes, Your Excellency." Marin nodded, and at the same time expressed his respect for this person's ability to test injuries.

"I remember that such bullets would not be distributed to apprentices, you have another way?"

"Miss Margaret gave it to me." Marin did not hesitate to carry out Her Royal Highness the Princess, lest the Chief Doctor be controlled by a rambling curiosity.

"Oh, it looks like you're the last disciple of His Excellency Hoffmann Schellindall as rumored by the Church before?"

"Yes, Your Excellency, Colin is my senior brother." Marin smiled.

"It looks like you're a disciple of the old man Hoffman, otherwise Colin wouldn't have come over to help me, so boy, you should relive the good old days as a helper to me today." After the old man finished speaking, he motioned for Marin to push the small cart beside him.

Marin did so, and when he was done, he stood on the side of the spectator seat that had been prepared for him—a small platform with footsteps, enough light, a perfect field of surgery, and a mask to block the smell.

It's great to finally be able to say goodbye to the formalin smell that used to fill my nose.

Surgery was never a romantic job, and Marin knew this all too well, because he had seen the old director of his orphanage fail to step off the operating table only because the wires of the interventional surgery had pierced the large blood vessels.

It's not a story, the doctor has already identified the danger point, but the elders feel that the pain is really unbearable.

Therefore, the elderly, an accident, did not have time to open the chest to stop the bleeding.

The fragility of life made Marin even more in awe of the profession of a doctor, because there will always be a day when he will grow old, and maybe there will be such a day.

Of course, he didn't think that this day came a little suddenly, and the cause of his death was not because he was too old to die in bed.

So when old Ferrero used a sharp scalpel to cut open the abdomen of the red-bellied spider mother and pull out its glands from the white tissue, Marlin, who was young and mentally old, did not react.

"Don't you feel anything, boy." Old Ferrero turned his head to look at Marlin.

"No, even people on the operating table don't make me feel afraid, I feel that all beings lying on this table are equal under the scalpel." Marin replied with a serious face.

The old man laughed, and he scraped Marlin's nose with his left hand, and the tissue-stained glove ran across Marin's face.

The old man's face gradually lost his smile: "You really don't feel disgusting?" ”

"Yes, I still think that in this room, all the beings lying on this stage are equal." After Marin finished speaking, he reached out and wiped the remaining white tissue from the tip of his nose.

Old Ferrero was silent for a while, then turned his head to look at Colin: "If you can, your mentor had better not meet me when there is a request for me, I have not met a child with such a heart as him for so many years." ”

"Master Ferrero, each of us will come to you one day." Colin looked left and right about the other.

In this regard, old Ferrero rolled his eyes: "One of you Xie Lindauer is counted as one, don't think I will give you an autopsy if you die!" ”

"But if I learn medicine from you, the mentor won't disagree." Marin said suddenly.

This sentence silenced Colin and Ferrero Sr. at the same time.

After a while, Colin nodded with some difficulty: "Yes, the mentor has no talent for medicine, and there is indeed no problem with your idea." ”

"yes, I didn't think of that." Old Ferrero said this and waved Colin away: "Little thing, come here, hold these two metal rods for me." ”

"Can he hold it?" Colin was a little curious.

"This little thing has the blood of a frost giant, and I can smell it through his skin." Ferrero Sr. rolled his eyes at Colin.

It was like saying.

Oh, stupid human.

Ah, by the way, I forgot to introduce it earlier, old Ferrero has half high elf blood.

Half of the other half are wild elves.

But he's still a pulsatilla.

The very stubborn one.

………………

With Ferrero Sr. as he was told, Marin quickly learned something he hadn't known before.

For example, in addition to the previous levels (such as Dangerous and Terrifying), there are four levels of Spirits.

Arthropod spirits, as the most disgraceful existence of the four gears, are ranked at the lowest level, even a single arthropod spirit is more dangerous than a giant rat, but it really can't stand their lack of intelligence - even giant rats know to avoid traps, and anyone who can set traps can use reliable traps to destroy a wave of arthropod spirits.

Arthropod spirits are naturally animal spirits, with body temperature, natural armor made of crust, a certain amount of intelligence, know how to seek advantages and avoid harm, animal spirits in addition to becoming human killers, sometimes can be controlled by some professionals who specialize in controlling animal spirits.

Although they are very dangerous, at least they understand that big fists are the last word.

Some of the spirits that were formerly domestic animals and had a friendly relationship with humans will even be closer to humans.

On top of the animal spirits, there are humanoid spirits - this is a very dangerous spirit, the cutting girl that Marlin met before is one of them, they will use weapons, they look like people rather than animals, but they are more dangerous, such as the terrifying living corpse bride, this is a very rare spirit, should have a happy life, but destroyed overnight, this spirit has the appearance of a human, but it is the most life-hating spirit, they will destroy everything they can see.

Except for babies and cubs.

Surprisingly, they don't hurt babies and young-looking children, perhaps the last flash of remnants of motherhood left in their resentful souls.

On top of the humanoid spirits, there are the spirit spirits - usually, they are invisible spirits, but the spirit spirits also include the tangible spirit of the resentful flying head.

It's a big category, and it's usually full of all sorts of things that the average person looks at and loses their san.

And the cunning of each one, for example, the spirit that Marlin encountered before, if he can sneak attack from behind, he will never go head-on, and the arthropod macho man looks down on life and death are completely two different concepts.

For example, the head soaked in the row of jars behind old Ferrero, Marlin had seen it when he came in before, from those with a spine to those with a throat to those with both and those with none, and what made Marlin sigh a little was each head...... It's all bald.

Of course, this may be related to the age of the flying heads...... It's really a middle-aged person who mourns everything.

Old Ferrero's technique was very good, and he could speak very easily while pulling out the parts of the spider mother's body.

Most of these parts can be equated with Movis (the head on the banknote), some are used as props, such as the previous spider silk gland, which can be extracted as raw materials for armor, which can be very effective against puncture attacks, the only weakness is that it is not fireproof, and even some are flammable, and some flame retardant materials are needed as auxiliary weaving.

Some of them are used as potions, such as the Spider Walk, which requires the abdominal organs of the spider mother as a material, which allows the person who drinks the potion to be able to walk on the walls for a certain period of time.

It doesn't sound like much use, but in fact it is in short supply in the church, and those who do shady things and vicarators need this kind of thing that might save their lives at a critical moment.

"Come on, little one, do you see this?" Old Ferrero pulled out an organ from the spider's breast and handed it to Marin.

Marin nodded, looking at the little thing, he thought for a moment, "An organ like a heart, isn't it?" ”

"It's the most expensive material in the entire mother spider, and guess what it does." Ferrero Sr. placed the organ in the silver box that Colin handed him.

"Can you refine the potion of immortality?" Marin gave full play to his acting skills.

The old half-elf laughed and waved his hand.

"It is the core material of the basic ladder potion of the class 'Spider Walker'." He smiled, and then looked at Marin: "But you're not wrong, after all, if you become a professional, you can live longer." ”

Marin blinked, then looked at the spider mother who was still being pulled by himself, and then at the ghoul on the other operating table: "Do ghouls have such organs too?" ”

"Yes, but that's the forbidden path." Old Ferrero shook his head: "We'll take out that organ and destroy it." ”

"Why?" Marin asked.

"Because that's the core material of the basic ladder potion of the profession's 'Living Corpse'." This time, Colin answered this question for Marin: "This path is too evil, it will make people not like people, so it is a forbidden path, believe me, Marin, your sister will not like you to become such a monster, because it will make you smell bad." ”

Marin's eyes widened, and he pulled down his mask: "Stinks worse than here?" ”

"Compared to that smell, it's like the most luxurious hotel here, and it's full of sweet smell." Old Ferrero replied with a laugh as he looked at the surprised Marlin.

"Forget it, I don't want Maya to hate me." Marin felt that although the word taboo sounded like it smacked of the liberal New Wave, it was better to kill him if he really wanted to become a stinking professional.

The most important point: "Is the living corpse decomposing on the surface of the body?" ”

"You know that, too?" Old Ferrero glanced at Colin.

"No, I just don't think it's rotten, it shouldn't be that stinky." Marin laughed and stuck out his tongue.

It's all rotten, it's worse than baldness, at least the latter can still use a wig.