The dark chamber is illuminated by numerous magic chandeliers, the bright light that drives aside all the darkness that fills the chamber, and the soft and non-dazzling light occupies the chamber. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

And in this secret room, there is a man in a white surgical gown, a white mask, and a white hat, constantly using the operation in his hand to cut the charred human form on the operating table.

The human form, which has been unrecognizable, has been burned to the ground, and the original face is no longer recognizable, but the other party has been able to survive tenaciously, and the slightly undulating chest announces that his life is still continuing.

The charred humanoid was able to survive so tenaciously, thanks to the white doctor next to him.

With a scalpel in one hand, the doctor carefully cut through the burnt flesh of the other party, while his free hand continued to cast healing spells on the other party. In this way, the human form on the operating table is restored to the flesh, and the deformed flesh is cut apart.

The tinkering doctor seems to be repairing a broken machine, as if the human form on the operating table is not human, and cutting and growing has now become the daily routine of the other party.

Time passed by minute by second, and the front of the white surgical gown had now turned black and red, and the charred flesh foam mixed with blood-red liquid stained the opponent's body, almost covering up the other party's original color.

The initial caution slowly faded as time passed, and it seemed that the doctor had become accustomed to the feeling that he no longer saw the other party as a patient, but simply as a steak for dinner, cutting and cutting, and the healing spells in his hands and the healing medicine on the side were constantly mending the extra wounds for the other party.

Despite such a torturous operation, the figure on the stage did not let out a cry of pain, but on the contrary, continued to suppress the little remaining consciousness on his body, and tried to cooperate with the other party's work, and a thousand cuts did not seem to be such a great thing.

Time passed quickly, and the operation finally stopped.

The doctor put the scalpel back aside, and before leaving the operating table, he did not forget to release a paralysis and a sleep operation for the people on the operating table, so that the other party did not have to endure such inhuman pain for the time being.

The doctor slowly walked out of such a depressing operating chamber and took off all the surgical gowns on his body, and the identity that had been concealed was now exposed-Ulrik, the expert mage of the Anjitan Magic Guild.

Ulrik emerged from the chamber and returned to the surface through an inconspicuous sewer exit, and when he came out, he did not forget to cast various cleansing spells on his body to completely clean his body of the smell of blood and the smell of sewers.

"Your lab is so hidden, I haven't found it until now. Ulrique, who was clearing the smell from his body, was startled by the sudden sound behind him.

His previous combat experience made him immediately take a few steps back, observing the unknown celebrity who suddenly appeared behind him.

When he saw who it was, Ulrik began to slowly relax, and behind Ulrik was a fat Carol and a woman wearing a white veil and a white dress.

"The lab has now become an operating room. Confirming that the other party was his temporary partner, Ulrique relaxed.

The two people in front of him, Ulrike only knew Carol, but the unknown woman next to him didn't know who it was.

"She's ......," Ulrike asked, uncertain, in such a secluded place, not knowing that this traditionally cautious spy chief would bring a stranger with him, and wondered what the other party was thinking.

"Christina, this lady is the doctor I have hired to replace your current job. Hearing the other party's question, Carol immediately introduced the other party.

It was a slender and tall woman, with her clothes tightly wrapped around her, a veil and a certain large hat on her head, and only a pair of brown eyes exposed all over her body.

The other party's eyes are not as stagnant as the other party's clothes, but they are full of charm and charm.

"I'm sorry, I don't know this lady. Ulrike tactfully rejected Carol's arrangement, and the untold figure in front of him made it difficult for him to trust.

"Ms. Christina is a very professional doctor, and her reputation spreads, and I think Mr. Ulrike has heard of it before. Ulrique's opposition was expected by Carol, and the appearance of this woman was unexpected by Carol.

Carol never thought that what she was plotting would be known to her, and now she was forced to have no choice but to comply with this woman's request.

"Body sculptor. Christina, who was silent, immediately took Carol's words and said her popular title to the man in front of her who didn't trust her, "This is the title I used when I worked outside for many years, and I think any mainstream mage will know my title." ”

The body sculptor, Ulrique is no stranger, because this is a very powerful figure in the legend. His power is not because the opponent can cast a world-destroying spell between his hands, but because the opponent's recovery spell attainment has reached an incredible level.

Legend has it that they have been able to bring back to life a decomposing corpse that has been dead for a month - of course, the corpse has no soul, and the soul has long since been taken by Leverdeon or some other god.

So some people rumored that this guy who called the "human sculptor" was actually a necromancer.

In reality, necromancy is actually a branch of restorative magic, but this branch is forbidden to be studied in the empire and many other regimes, and it is also forbidden by many gods.

The gap between imagination and reality is very large, originally in Ulrik's opinion, the other party should be a neurotic guy, but in reality it is so normal, but it is difficult to ensure that the other party is hiding his own self.

"Really?" Ulrique was very skeptical of the introduction of the two, after all, this is not the kind of thing you say I want to believe.

"Mage Ulrik, I know you're an expert mage majoring in destruction spells, but now that you're working to treat seriously injured patients, I think each has its own strengths, so it's better to leave this job to a professional. Carol persuaded the other party, hoping that the other party would not be too entangled in these small details.

In the gloomy alleyway, the atmosphere of the three of them began to become tense, and Ulrik, who had not voluntarily joined the other party, was already angry when he heard the other party's commanding persuasion. Although he didn't join the other party for a long time, less than a day, Ulrik had accumulated a lot of resentment.

At first, the other party actually ordered a mage who mainly attacked the destruction spell to treat a severely burned patient who was almost dying, and Ulrike went crazy on the spot: "Lao Tzu used to be responsible for cutting people and commanding people, and now you let me be a doctor? I also have to operate on a person who is about to die? My head cramps, right?"

Because of the other party's random arrangement, when the operation was performed just now, Ulrike had always been terrified, afraid that he would take away this life that was already too fragile to be fragile with a tremor of his hand.

Now that the other party completely regards himself as the other party's subordinate, it is even more unbearable for him, and arrogance is the characteristic of most high elves.

"You knew that I wasn't in this line of work, and you still arranged my work like this, did you have brain cramps?" asked the other party through gritted teeth, although Ulrike used to be at the top, but now his temper is not good, "Why are the leaders of the world such brainless SB?"

With an indifferent smile, Carol only smiled indifferently in the face of the other party's crazy questioning, and the other party's map cannon insults were not taken to heart by the other party.

"All criticism that is not based on the actual situation at the time is hooliganism. Carol, who was smiling, replied softly, knowing that Carol, who was the other party's temperament, would not be serious with the other party.

"At that time, your level of treatment was the highest, so I found you, don't you think that professional things are best when they are professional?" Carol responded to the other party's anger with a rhetorical question.

Carol was actively working with Ulrike on the ideological direction, while the bored Christina was not interested in the quarrel between the two, and did not want to participate in the quarrel between the two at all, just quietly watched the two as if they were watching a boring play.

The long quarrel seems to have finally come to an end, and the final argument ends in Ulrik's defeat.

"Miss Body Sculptor, come with me. After looking at Christina's whole body with an aggressive gaze, Ulrique began to speak to the other party.