"So, let's get started."

Morris instructed Wren to take the cold human limbs out of the sack and soak them in the alchemical concoction that had been prepared.

The first to resuscitate are those long-depleted vascular nerves, and the large arteries first stretch out from the section, like flexible and thick earthworms, hungry and thirsty to suck the mixture. It didn't take long for countless thin blood vessels to burst through the skin, and they writhed and absorbed frantically, like countless blood-red maggots in a grand.

"Turn around!"

Wren only felt his scalp tingle, and just as he wanted to turn his back, he heard his father angrily scold: "You must abandon your discomfort, Wren, this is just a scientific change in flesh and blood and alchemy mixture." And you know, this is not a superficial alchemical experiment, not just anyone can have the privilege of seeing a dead body reinstated, since you are destined to inherit my mantle, let me observe this miraculous process. ”

Wren sincerely envied those who were not lucky enough to see this kind of picture, and the days of fear for half a year told him that he was already very happy to live an ordinary life as an ordinary person. However, his father's words could not be disobeyed, and he had to turn around and force himself to stare at the disgusting scene in front of him.

As the alchemy mixture was absorbed, a large amount of energy poured into the severed limbs, and the limbs that originally belonged to a strong man were now even more swollen like elephant legs, which was enough to match Frank's huge body. The countless blood vessels that had completed the task fell limply on the surface of the skin, eventually hardening along with the muscles into scarlet blood.

At this time, the deformed, swollen, but extremely hard severed limbs lie quietly in the large basin, and their fingers and toes twitch from time to time, indicating that they have become alive. Next, as long as the nerve docking with Frank is carefully completed, the old and new flesh will be catalyzed by a special mixture, and then they will become Frank's new hands and feet, new weapons, as obedient and useful as his original limbs.

"Very well, that's it."

With Wren's assistance, Morris quickly completed the nerve docking work, and he looked at the repaired Frank with satisfaction: "These hands and feet are lucky to not be buried in the ground and rot with the original poor bastard owner, but have become Frank's tools and weapons, and fight with him." ”

"Yes, father."

Wren agreed, and he doubted that if the severed limb had a mind, he would have been lucky to be that deformed and perverted.

"Now, then, stand up Frank, my greatest creation!"

The flesh giant couldn't answer, it just stood up loyally and silently, its head almost hitting the roof of the farm's warehouse. Standing just like that, it was already oppressive to Wren, because he knew that the monster was loyal only to his father, and that he was nothing to it.

"Good,"

Morris continued to give the order: "Now move your hands and feet, and see if you are dexterous." ”

Frank immediately stomped hard, and the warehouse floor was trampled out of a large hole; Then it raised its arm and with a single punch smashed the steel roof in half, revealing the starry sky overhead. As if that weren't enough, it shook its hands and feet like an athlete, and then destroyed most of the farm machinery with extreme dexterity.

The unlucky farmer, Wren shook his head and sighed, I'm afraid he would cry when he took over the farm, and he and his father had already set off for Blue Coconut Harbor, and he didn't even have to pay compensation. Of course, this is also his luck, if he really finds his father to ask for compensation, then not only will he not even have a copper, but on the contrary, he will take his own life.

"It's okay, it's okay."

Morris smiled and ordered Frank to stop the vandalism, and then walked out of the warehouse with Wren and went back to their rooms to rest, after all, after most of the night's hard work (although Wren did most of the physical work), he was already sleepy, and now everything was ready, and he could leave for Blue Coconut Harbor tomorrow.

Wren didn't go to bed right away, he wasn't very sleepy, and in fact he didn't feel very tired. To tell the truth, the strong man's limbs were almost equal to Wren's entire weight, and although he complained to his father that he was tired, he still carried it back easily.

This is one of Wren's few strengths, due to his superior family background, he did not have many opportunities to do physical work in the past, and he did not deliberately exercise his body - mainly because he had no time, and when the accident had not happened, most of his time was arranged by his father to study, history class, multiracial language class, math class (Wren really didn't think that there was an unlucky math class in this world, but there was no way, learning alchemy also had to be based on mathematics), and alchemy and a series of homework.

But even if he didn't have the opportunity to exercise, his strength was still greater than it looked on the outside, and many bad students in the school who troubled him for the first time would suffer, and no one could have imagined that Wren's skinny and tall body contained the strength not to be lost to a professional boxer.

Shanna was very proud of Wren's merits, which may not even be considered a talent (of course, as Wren's mother, she never felt that there was anything in her son that she could not be proud of), and often said that he was 'a strong, slender handsome young man favored by Dinos'. Morris, on the other hand, scoffed at this, saying, 'Yes, what a commendable ability, and if his grades in all subjects are still so bad, then he can rely on this skill to become the best porter in the future.'

Wren stood in front of the window, thinking about the past, and a smile couldn't help but appear on the corner of his mouth.

But slowly, the smile turned to a bitter prayer:

"Mother, I hope you can bless us with a smooth journey for the rest of our journey, and if you have any other energy to spare, I hope you can calm down my father's madness, which I fear will eventually destroy him."

As a human being in two lives, Wren's mental age is not much younger than that of his father Morris, so he always has a maturity beyond this age when facing big things. For example, in the previous battle, with the correct judgment of the situation, he dared to sneak behind the three mages from his hiding place, and threw a few bottles of frost mixture under their feet like a 'handkerchief', it can be said that it was his bold move that determined the final victory of the battle, knowing that once he missed, any mage could easily use magic to take his life.

For Wren, Peter was the direct murderer of his mother, and the judge was at most a greedy old fool, and after the death of these two people, most of his hatred for killing his mother had disappeared in his heart. Therefore, in his opinion, it was unnecessary for his father to extend his hatred to the Supreme God, let alone plan a counterattack on the Six Human Empires and the Holy See of Light, which was by no means something that could be accomplished by relying on dozens or hundreds of brainless Franks, and magic and holy energy were by no means as incompetent as he despised. Unfortunately, my father refused to see this, and the victories in several battles undoubtedly deepened his superstition about his scientific creations.

"Alas,"

Wren sighed, "I have to take one step at a time, maybe my father will change his mind after Kalmdor." ”

Saying this, he knew in his heart that it was almost impossible, his mother's death hit his father too hard, and the hatred in his heart would never be easily alleviated.

So Wren shook his head, propped himself on the windowsill with his hands, leaned out slightly, and let the chilly night breeze blow through him. Luckily, it was a little cold, but overall it was comfortable, and he needed a little stimulation to forget about it for a while.

"It's a full moon tonight, it's beautiful......"

Wren looked at the silver disc in the sky, and thought it was beautiful compared to his current terrible life.

The moon in this world is not much different from what I saw in my hometown in my previous life, and it also has the same cloudy and sunny weather due to the season, but the moonlight here has more than one color, and in the four seasons of the year, it will emit four kinds of light: silver white, light red, goose yellow, and light blue. Creatures such as elves and dryads believe that this change is determined by the mood of the goddess Ainia (the goddess of the moon, nature, and the forest) during the four seasons, so for creatures who believe in Ainia, certain seasons are not suitable for moon viewing, which can attract bad luck.

But Wren's soul has not only received nine years of compulsory education, but also been tempered by great people such as Marxism-Leninism, even if he is actually in a magical world now, he is destined to have no firm belief in a certain god, so it doesn't matter what kind of mood that Ainia is in, it will not affect his appreciation of the moonlight.

Wren looked directly at the full moon with both eyes, and suddenly a very strange feeling rose in his heart, itchy, similar to some kind of physiological impulse.

"I guess I miss a woman."

Wren looked at his crotch and sadly comforted the good friend who had grown up with him since childhood, "Dear little brother, you have indeed held back too long, and when it comes to Kalmdo, I will definitely find a chance to make you vomit." It is said that there are no rules there, and if you have enough money, you can even find a brothel that offers female elves and female savages......"

With the advent of the itchy physical impulse, he finally had a little more optimism for Kalmdo, although the female savages themselves could not be blessed, but the female elves—think about it, were haughty elves, almost every elf had extraordinary delicacy and beauty, and at the same time they absolutely did not look down on humans. If you're strong enough, you might be able to rush into the forest and catch one and force her to do it to you, but in the law-abiding city of Aria, this is tantamount to suicide, and the diplomatic laws of any of the six human empires will not condone such behavior, and they will hunt you down along with the victim's race, and then hand you over to them.

But in Kalmdo there is no need to worry, where everything is chaotic, the laws are changing at any time, just like the state, and the big fist and big wallet are the biggest truth.

Wren lay back in bed and fell asleep with a little hope of the future.

The next day, both father and son tacitly did not get up too early, and it was not until late evening that they resumed their journey after a full meal.

Wren looked at the dilapidated farm, slightly reluctant. He knew that it would be impossible for him to enjoy a comfortable bed for a long time, and since he did not dare to take the official roads of the Empire, they could only continue to walk in those deserted wilderness, which undoubtedly greatly extended the time to reach Blue Coconut Harbor.

Luckily, remoteness means safety, and after a long journey, they finally got a glimpse of the outline of a small town in the distance. Wren had learned geography well, and he knew that it was Hot Wind Town, and that if he walked about fifty kilometers through this town, he would reach Blue Coconut City, the southernmost seaside trading city of the Holy Light Empire, where Blue Coconut Harbor was located.

At his father's behest, Wren first pretended to be a countryman looking for a job opportunity and went into the town of Hot Wind alone, and as expected, he saw a wanted notice for the two men, which not only contained portraits of himself and his father, but also wrote the lives and crimes of the two men, as well as the advice that 'the two prisoners were carrying a powerful humanoid weapon, and if they encounter a conflict with it, they should inform the sheriff and the nearest church as soon as possible'.

The two waited until late at night, and then together they slipped into the town on Frank's broad back, and the National Guard, yawning at the entrance of the town, did not notice a huge black shadow leaping over his head. Later, led by Maurice, they came to an eerie and secluded alley, and Frank's huge body almost filled the alley.

"Dangdang, dang, dang!"

Morris knocked on a wooden door at the end of the alley in accordance with the pattern, and the sign hanging in front of the door indicated that it was a branch of the Travelers' Union, and Wren knew that there was something wrong with it without thinking about it.

The Travelers' Guild is a non-profit organization formed by many people who love to travel, and it can provide a comfortable place for the dusty traveler to stay, as well as sell some maps or adventure gear. It's just that no matter how big or small, the serious traveler's union branch must be opened in the most conspicuous downtown area, so that those who are tired of traveling can find an organization as soon as possible.

As the knock fell, it wasn't long before the wooden door was pulled open and an eye appeared behind the crack.

"Who are you looking for?"

The owner of the eyes asked.

"We're travelers from another country and want to spend the night here."

Morris replied.

"Yes, then please show your identification, I don't dare to receive strangers from unknown sources."

Hearing this, Wren almost laughed. To him, it clearly meant, 'We're not a serious place to do business, if you're a real traveler, get out of here.'"

Only this time he thought wrong, this branch in a dark alley is really named in the headquarters, but there are also some shady business here, and the person in charge can distinguish whether it is an ordinary traveler or a guest with special needs by knocking on the door.

If it is the former, it will be received normally, and if it is the latter, it will depend on the specific situation.

"Wait a minute, I'll show you proof."

As he spoke, Maurice pulled out a gold coin and handed it through the crack in the door.

The next moment, the door was opened, and a gloomy middle-aged man played with the gold coins and welcomed with a false smile: "Sure enough, it is a distinguished guest who has come to the door, then please come in, here will provide you with the most thoughtful service, I am the steward Lewis." ”

Then his eyes were on Frank, and his huge size made him swallow his spit, but fortunately, he was used to illegal selling and buying, and he had seen a lot of strange things, so he wisely closed his mouth.

Frank was left in the courtyard, and Morris and Wren frowned as they walked into the room—not only was it poorly furnished, but there was a terrible sour smell in the air, as if the room also served as a toilet.

After they had carefully found a table with less stains and sat down, Lewis came over with two glasses of wine.

"Please, this is our coconut wine from the southern city-state, the taste is very good, and the strength is not too big."

Lewis handed the wine glass to the two of them, and then sat down at the table as well, "Since you used a special knocking code for guests, then I won't beat around the bush, how about talking about business now?" ”

"Well, it tastes good."

Morris took a sip of coconut wine, and then said, "Steward Lewis, I have heard rumors that you can circumvent the high trade taxes by some special means, so that you can successfully receive goods from across the ocean at very low prices, or send goods from your own country, right?" ”

"Hey, what kind of special means, this gentleman, you don't need to be so literate, isn't it smuggling."

Lewis smiled and said, "Then I can probably guess the intentions of the two of you, whether you want to buy contraband or smuggle out of the country?" ”

"Exit, me and my son, well, and the servants in the courtyard outside. I need you to find a way to get us to Kalmdor. ”

"Servants? Do you want to take this kind of subordinate away together? When you get there, just hire another one. ”

"My servant is also a bodyguard, and without it, my son and I have no confidence that we can survive in the chaos of Kalmdor."

"Well, it doesn't matter, as long as you can afford the price, then it doesn't matter if it's two or three people to me—even if the third person is three heads taller than the normal person."

Lewis shrugged, then announced a number: "Three hundred gold coins." ”