Chapter 7 An Unsolvable Problem

"Lord Baron!" Sinhari turned around, the anger on his face quickly turned into excitement, "You must believe me, Madame's injuries must be amputated, and if you cooperate with bloodletting therapy to detoxify, I have fifty percent...... At least fifty percent sure that Madame will survive!"

Baron Edelman's face sank and looked distraught, "Only fifty percent?" he snorted heavily, "And according to your plan, Veronica will lose at least one arm and most of her legs!"

"Is there a better way for the others?" Sinhari spread his hands and protested loudly, "Lord Baron, you know my medical skills, amputation and bloodletting, cutting flesh and sores, these are all my specialties, I once allowed ten dying warriors to survive, I once helped Deputy Commander Balabac get rid of severe pain and gangrene, this is all you have seen with your own eyes!"

"But if it were a better medical plan, they would have survived and they wouldn't have broken their hands and legs." Pen × fun × Pavilion www. biquge。 info" Avery interjected in a calm tone, ignoring the repeated glances of the Dallas butler.

"You little devil, how dare you talk nonsense in front of Lord Baron! Who are you to judge a mentor?" Sinhari couldn't stand it anymore and screamed, "Who brought this little devil here?" Dallas, is that you?"

The middle-aged butler nodded reservedly, "It's me, I followed the order of Lord Baron to greet Master Iron and ask him to come here to diagnose Lady Veronica's injuries. ”

"Is this little imp the Iron Master?" Sinhari's eyes widened in disbelief, and then he laughed out loud, "It's too much of a joke, Lord Baron, in my opinion, Basten and Herderland of the Apothecary's Guild have gone mad, and have recommended such a young apprentice who has not yet finished his studies to relieve his wife's pain." ”

Baron Edelman had no smile on his face, and his gloomy eyes swept over Sinhari, causing the latter to immediately shut his mouth. "I appreciate tricks that bring laughter, but not ......now," he declared in a low voice, "if you are truly the Iron Master, young man, how sure are you that you will succeed in curing Veronica?"

"I wasn't sure until I saw the patient. Avery replied in a frank tone, "If you don't object, Lord Baron, I'd like to see the two mentors, Basten and Herderland. ”

Baron Edelman thought for a moment and nodded, "Dallas, take the Iron Master to Madame." Then he took a deep look at Sinhari, who was still trying to protest something, "As for you, Mentor Sinhari, for a well-known reason, your plan has to be abandoned. ”

Sinhari's eyes widened, his face full of disappointment and incomprehensible anger, "Why, Lord Baron, this is Madame's last hope to survive!"

The Dallas butler suddenly coughed, interrupting Sinhari's next string of self-boasting, "With all due respect, Mentor Sinhari, the ten city guard soldiers you saved all chose to commit suicide in the end, and Deputy Commander Balabac also died of depression half a year later. ”

When Sinhari's face was flushed and he didn't know what to do, Baron Edelman opened his mouth word by word, dispelling his last hope, "That's it, Mentor Sinhari, Veronica will not accept your plan, the daughter of the Iron Duke will not die with a mutilated limb, this is my promise to her." ”

In a garden-like courtyard with flowing water, Avery met President Herderland and Chief Mentor Deben Basten. Although they had only seen each other for half a day, the two of Coventry's leading pharmacists had changed their appearance, the former with a look of sorrow and annoyance on their faces, and the latter with a dejected face, with a piece of parchment in front of him, on which he occasionally wrote something, and quickly erased it all.

Avery walked into the courtyard with a light footstep, but it still alarmed President Heldland. "Ah, here you are. The dignified-looking old man nodded at him, "I'm sorry to get you into this trouble, but for the good of the guild as a whole, I have no choice......"

Basten snorted impatiently, interrupting President Herderland's explanation, "Master Iron, let's talk straight to the point, is the Lord behind you sure that he will be able to cure Lady Veronica?"

Avery pursed his lips, resisting the urge to smile. He did prefer to deal with Basten more than President Heldland. The Chief Mentor is straightforward, impulsive and reckless, and it's hard to imagine how he has always held the power of the Coventry Pharmacists' Guild.

"There is no point in speculating until you see what the patient actually is. Avery said in a serious tone, "Mentor Basten, with your experience, can't you diagnose Madame Veronica's injuries?"

"Diagnosis, of course, it's very simple, but the treatment is very troublesome. Basten sighed heavily, and threw over his messy parchment, "Gangrene, sepsis, poisoning, and abnormal swelling of the wound, and a bunch of miscellaneous problems, I don't know how these symptoms appear in a person! It's like lying uncared for a week, not just being stabbed this afternoon." ”

Avery read the parchment twice, then closed his eyes and thought for a moment. "How fast is Madame's injuries?" he suddenly asked, "Was it already slow, or was it contained with a neutralizing alchemy potion?"

"The effect of the potion, of course. Basten rolled his eyes and replied a little old-fashioned, "The five bottles of the highest quality mentor-level potion are all masterpieces made by me, but it's a pity...... Neutralizing the toxin alone can only alleviate Veronica's symptoms, and once the effect of the drug has passed, I am afraid that it will continue to develop rapidly. ”

"The effect of the potion will last until tomorrow morning at most, and we don't have much time left. President Helderland explained in a low tone, "Master Iron, could you please contact that Excellency as soon as possible?, in the event of the tragic death of Lady Veronica, the angry Duke of Steel will probably not spare the Coventry Apothecaries' Guild, nor will he bypass the Thornflower Family." ”

Avery certainly couldn't get in touch with "Your Excellency", his mentor-level potions were mainly from the fat merchant Mr. Sancho, and it was impossible for Mr. Sancho to leave the City of Wisdom.

After a pause, Avery stood up, "Let me see what happened to Lady Veronica. As he spoke, he walked to the middle of the courtyard, beside a domed pavilion covered with a curtain. A handsome maid rolled up the curtain for him, revealing Lady Veronica lying on a bed of silk and cotton.

As the curtain rolled up, a disgusting, sweet and fishy smell came out. The four corners of the pavilion were lit with precious ambergris, but the original refreshing aroma could not suppress the strange smell of rotting wounds.

Avery bent down with an unchanging expression, first apologizing softly, and then taking a closer look at the two wounds on the outside of Lady Veronica's right arm and the knee of her right leg. The wounds were already swollen and shiny, and the slightest touch of a finger felt incredibly hot, accompanied by a subtle crackling sound.

Avery then observed Lady Veronica's forehead, cheeks, and neck, and sniffed her exhalation, and asked the maid to wipe the sweat from Lady Veronica's face with a clean cloth.

When these examinations were done, Avery returned to the other side of the courtyard and added a few more lines of parchment to the almost full handwriting. "Mentor Basten, could you please take a look at Lady Veronica's injuries?"

Basten took the parchment somewhat nonchalantly, focusing on the prospective grandmaster behind Avery rather than Avery himself. But when he casually glanced at it a few times, a thoughtful expression immediately appeared on his face.

"Metal poisoning?Iron Master, you can't be mistaken. He finally said in a skeptical tone, "It does look like the symptoms of a low-level warrior's metal poisoning, but how could Lady Veronica be poisoned by metal?

Avery smiled confidently and gestured, "Lady Veronica's lips are blue, the wound is green, the swollen part is crunchy when pressed with her fingers, and her breath and sweat give off a sweet and strange smell. This is a symptom of metal poisoning, yes, and it is a severe poisoning of composite metals. ”

"Compound metal poisoning?Iron Master, the more you talk about it, the more exaggerated it becomes, how is this possible? Only those junior warriors with a mess of the foundation would swallow too many kinds of alchemy potions at once, resulting in compound metal poisoning. President Herderland also disagreed.

"You're right. Avery shrugged his shoulders, "But I suspect that Lady Veronica is not just a quasi-mentor-level molten warrior, she should also have great abilities in alchemy. ”

"You're right, Iron Master. Baron Edelman's voice rang out from behind him. Everyone stood up to greet them, but the baron didn't look at the others, and his frighteningly blue eyes kept looking at Avery. "It's a secret, I didn't expect you to be able to guess it, Master Tie. ”

"Veronica is still an alchemist, a bit higher in rank than alchemy, and has reached the level of a mentor, but she has not done a professional certification. Baron Edelman whispered the secret, "In Coventry, there are only five people at most who know about it, apart from all of you. ”

"At least one more, the Assassin. Avery added without humility or arrogance, as if he were not standing the Archon Edelman Brippes of the city-state of Coventry, the quasi-grandmaster of alchemy, but a stranger of ordinary status.

“...... Why do you say that?" Baron Edelman's voice was a little frighteningly soft, a very bad omen, a sign that Baron Thorn was about to lash out. "Master Iron, what did you guess?"

"Aluminum Poison Elixir, or rather, Mithril Curse. Avery said as he opened the apothecary's satchel he was carrying, "It's a very rare metal solution, it's expensive, it's difficult to prepare, and it's usually not useful. It only has a special effect when facing a high-level or higher Depositor - a Depositor contaminated with an Aluminum Poison is not allowed to use Alchemy, and once used, the Aluminum Poison will be immediately catalyzed, creating a special effect of skill loss. ”

Looking at everyone's somewhat blank gazes, Avery accentuated his tone, "It's all skills, including the alchemy skill of the alchemist. Come to think of it, that would cause all the stored alchemy potions to explode together, which is a very deadly and vicious potion for a depositor above who has stored more than a dozen potions. ”