Sally's grandfather, Gatsby, waved the door shut after Raymond followed, and roared as he walked to the corner of the room. "Wait here, I still have a test that hasn't been completed!"

After saying that, he hurried to the corner of the room, and Gatsby, who opened the curtain and got in, hung Raymond in the room.

Raymond, who couldn't say anything, was a little depressed, but after a while, he could only smile wryly, and took a few steps forward and began to observe the room.

In the rectangular room, there are various boxes on the tall wooden shelves on the left side against the wall, while on the long table on the right are a mess of test vessels, and on the floor are many wooden boxes that have not yet been opened, and these boxes are randomly stacked together with uniform blue logos, like the logo of a certain chamber of commerce.

Because the chair was not found, Raymond could only stand, but after thinking of Gatsby's stained robe, Raymond retrieved the video data saved by the chip and played it back.

The replay of the video showed Gatsby's robe, and after Raymond zoomed in on it, the fresh stains were a source of relief.

The red mark on the cuff resembles a solvent that is used to dissolve several special metals, while the yellowish mark on his elbow is like a weakly acidic dissolving solution that Raymond has used many times before when preparing potions.

After a moment of meeting, coupled with some bits and pieces of information about her grandfather Gatsby that little Sally had said, Raymond gave a simple definition of this unpredictable Gatsby. "Grumpy, unkempt, and staying in the laboratory for a long time, the level of pharmacy preparation is not low, but in general it is the type that is not good at getting along with people......"

In the corner obscured by the curtain, Raymond knew that he should be going to Gatsby to test the laboratory, but since he was not invited, he must not be allowed to break in.

And the door behind him was also closed. Although the level of the warning force field above is not high, as a guest, it is not possible to destroy it, so Raymond, who waited for a long time and didn't see Gatsby come out, had to find a clean place and sit down cross-legged.

A few hours ago, Raymond, who had consumed a lot of mana and lost his left arm, thought about it and cast the spell of the Wizard's Eye, so that the chip kept a monitor of the surroundings, and then closed his eyes and entered a light meditation to begin to recover his mana.

The discrete energy in the environment began to gather, and the pale Raymond's face gradually returned to a trace of blood.

But Raymond, who was soon immersed in meditation, did not know what to do, and soon after he entered meditation. Andrew, the Starflame Dog, appeared in the room behind the curtain, bowed to Gatsby, who was observing him through some strange spell, and immediately began a detailed debriefing.

"That's the general situation, if the talisman array set up by him in advance is activated, he can get out without abandoning Miss......"

"Are you sure he won't abandon Sally?"

"It's really hard to say. Those two falcons should have just advanced, but the strength of that poisonous scorpion was much stronger than him. And Aleheim looked badly injured. But it can still be a threat to him......"

"How could he escape under the attack of the four Dawn Wizards!Are you overestimating his strength?"

Gatsby's questioning caused Andrew to scratch his head, and only after a moment did he continue to explain. "It should be said that his spells are very skillful, and his actual combat experience far exceeds that of Aleheim, and I am very sure that he is not a native wizard, because the breath on his body is not ......."

Andrew's last statement made Gatsby look surprised. In the end, he didn't know what Lu Dao thought, and the corners of his mouth twitched. "An alien wizard dares to fight with people in this northern frontier, either he is too bold or he doesn't know whether he is alive or dead!"

Andrew, who was sitting across from Gatsby, didn't know how to reply. I had to laugh and scratch my head there.

"Anyway, he saved little Sally, and the compensation that should be given is still to be given," Gatsby, whose tone became resolute, but the expression on his face became a little weird, thought about it and gave an order to Andrew, the star dog. "Send the three chests in the innermost part of the storeroom and let him choose for himself, remembering that you don't give any hints!"

The smile on his face turned to astonishment, and Andrew, who stood up, opened his mouth with some uncertainty. "The three boxes with broken arms?"

Gatsby, who nodded, became a little strange in his tone. "Well, if he chooses the Star Demon's arm, then you bring him in again, otherwise this is the end of the matter!"

Andrew, the similarly odd star, nodded, then turned and walked to another passage, quickly disappearing into the room.

And Gatsby, who was sitting there without moving, magnified the projection in front of him a lot with a wave of his hand, and he could show everything around Raymond.

Carefully observing Raymond sitting there, and soon when Andrew appeared in the projection with three boxes, Gatsby narrowed the scope of the projection, so that Raymond's face was magnified for his observation.

And Raymond, who was warned by the chip and woke up, opened his eyes and saw Andrew, a star flame dog standing not far away.

Seeing Andrew, the star flame dog who was standing not far away, walked over and placed the three boxes he was holding in front of him.

With a very strange expression on his face, Andrew pointed to the three boxes and explained to Raymond very solemnly. "These are the three biological arms that my master Gatsby has provided to thank you for the protection you have provided to Miss, and each of them can greatly increase your strength. ”

Raymond's thoughts, who had just woken up from meditation, were still a little chaotic, but the aura emanating from the three boxes sealed with runes in front of him was vague and powerful, and the inexplicable palpitations also made Raymond frown.

"These three boxes contain the arms of the Fire Beast, the Star Demon, and the Son of the Elves," Andrew, the star flame dog who was crouching down, pointed to the three boxes and introduced them, and the expression on his face became even more strange. "Although all three arms can be fused smoothly with your strength, the pain required to merge and the strength increase obtained after the fusion vary greatly, so you need to think carefully. ”

"Fusion?" Raymond was surprised to repeat the word Andrew had said. "Did Master Gatsby mean to let me choose one of them to replace my lost arm?"

"Yes, this is a way that my master has determined after years of research, although there is still a little risk, but the strength increase obtained after success is very large, so I suggest you still accept it. ”

Carefully observing Andrew's expression, he tried to get some useful information from it, but after a while, Raymond realized that it was futile, so he pointed to the three boxes and asked. "So which one has the most strength?"

Shaking his head, Andrew reached out to open the three boxes, pointed to what looked like an arm inside, and laughed. "I can't answer this question, I can only say now that after you have chosen, I will explain it in detail!"

Andrew's explanation made Raymond understand, so he turned his eyes to the box and began to examine it carefully, only to see that the three severed arms in the box were all with full palms, and they looked as fresh as if they had just been cut off.

No hints were taken from Andrew, but Raymond was confident that what Gatsby was giving would not be bad.

Therefore, Raymond, who retrieved the information about these three creatures in the chip to check it, also brushed his palm over the broken arm in the three boxes, and compared the information provided by the chip to feel.

The Flame Beast is a powerful fire-attribute creature with strength ranging from level 3 to level 5 wizards, and the most powerful may reach the level of level 6 wizards.

And the son of the elf is not the title of a specific elf, but a title that can be used by the descendants of the royal family in the elves, so what kind of elf does this arm in the box belong to, Raymond can't be sure for a while.

But when Raymond's palm brushed over the severed arm that was said to be the Star Demon, the silvery-white severed arm in the box began to shine...... (To be continued......)