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Chapter 87 In exchange for the Rebirth Potion of Broken Limbs

"Hi, Steward Mondet, I'm Ye Ming, I'm here to visit the Duke of Lower Yorkwick."

He was greeted by an old housekeeper in the manor.

"Respected His Excellency Ye Ming, the legendary mage, the lord is leading the family powerhouses to fight on Bright Elune, and is not at home."

This title of "Master" shows that the person in front of him, even if he is the grand duke's steward, is still a slave.

Sure enough, a "Master" like Ye Ming who can give slaves freedom is very rare on the mainland.

Although the host was not there, the old butler still welcomed Ye Ming into the manor.

"Honorable Master Ye Ming, the legendary mage, I am Monar Windsor, the son of Yorkwick Windsor. I only welcome you on behalf of my father."

"Thank you! Besides visiting the Duke of Yorkwick, I am here this time to ask the Duke for a little favor."

Monar Windsor is a young warrior, the youngest son of the Duke, and the one with the most say in the manor.

"If it's just a small favor, I can make a decision, you might as well say what you want."

It seems that the young guy rarely encounters things that allow him to make a decision, and he is obviously interested.

"I want the Grand Duke to resell some young slaves to me. Of course, the number does not need to be large."

"I don't know how much you want?"

The big family also attaches great importance to young slaves, and they are the cornerstone of future development if they are well trained.

A person with Ye Ming's status would naturally not come here for a few ordinary slaves, he must have qualification requirements.

"At least ten people, of course more would be better, both men and women are fine."

"If it's just an ordinary slave, you can choose it at will; for ordinary qualifications, thousands of them are just a trivial matter."

"What about the qualifications above excellent? If you have outstanding or even genius-like qualifications, it is naturally better."

It would take too long for ordinary qualifications to be cultivated into professional training instructors above advanced levels, and by that time, they would already be old.

At least excellent qualifications are required.

But when it comes to excellence and genius aptitude, the young Monar Windsor is beginning to be a little uncertain.

"this."

He cast a questioning look at the housekeeper.

"Little master, my lord and His Excellency Ye Ming are close friends, but only a few slaves with outstanding qualifications. The master will definitely agree. As for the qualifications of the first level of genius, you can let Your Excellency Ye Ming choose one or two."

Gratefully glanced at the old housekeeper, obviously speaking for him.

It is true that he and the Duke are good friends, but they are not really close friends.

However, over the past few hundred years, the name of the Ye family is also very famous in Azeroth, and the opinion of the old housekeeper will not be a big problem.

Monar Windsor was a little excited.

Obviously, being able to make his own decisions independently and not having to consult his father about everything made him look excited.

"Since that's the case, five slaves under the age of 15 with excellent qualifications, and at most one with genius qualifications."

The young little nobles handled it fairly well, and they didn't give the highest amount generously.

"In this case, the number is less than ten people. How about adding five people with excellent qualifications? I have a few bottles of potions that can regenerate people's limbs. Few people in the mainland know about them. They can be exchanged with the Grand Duke."

"Oh? Can the severed limbs burned by the evil energy of hell be regenerated?"

The healing profession in Azeroth is very magical. After the severed limbs are reattached for treatment, they can be restored; only the completely lost severed limbs will become truly disabled.

"Young master, why don't you ask the guards at home to try it out."

The old butler said a little excitedly after listening.

The young man first glanced at the old butler, then at Ye Ming, and after seeing him nodding, he called a guard to come in.

This is a guard with a broken arm. His strength should be affected by his disability. He can be described as a weak legendary warrior.

As expected of a veteran aristocrat who has been passed down for many years, the guards at home are all strong men eliminated on the battlefield. Although they are disabled legends, they are slightly better than the top fighters.

There are more than ten bottles of talent potion made by Sylvaran, and the potion for regeneration of severed limbs. Ye Ming has never used it before, and they are all stored in his space.

If it can really heal the amputated limbs burned by the fel flames, it will not be a problem to exchange a few young slaves with excellent qualifications for a bottle, and even slaves with genius qualifications!
After a brief introduction, this legendary warrior named Abisio drank the golden potion he got without hesitation.

The black burning marks on the severed arm were replaced by bright flames, but no flames appeared. In just over ten minutes, a brand new arm grew out.

"Holy Light! What a miraculous potion!"

The old butler looked at the gradually recovering arm and sighed!

"Thank you, my lord! Thank you, my young lord! Abyssio can once again charge for my lord!"

Although the recovery process was a bit painful, this legendary warrior didn't make any sound, and only said excitedly after recovering!

"Your Excellency Ye Ming, the legendary mage! I wonder how much potion you have left?"

"It's not too much, and it's made inadvertently."

"It's amazing! I have to contact my father about this!"

The young Monar Windsor knew that the current situation was no longer in his hands.

"Of course!"

Ye Ming was a little surprised, but he understood after thinking about it.

The war with the Burning Legion has been going on for 2000 years. The evil energy of hell has caused damage to many powerful people on the mainland. If the treatment is timely, there is naturally no big problem.

But once irreparable damage has been done to a limb, powerful healing spells cannot restore it.

As for the resurrection technique, it is very difficult to use in Azeroth in the real world. It not only needs to ensure a certain integrity of the body, but also has many restrictions.

The most important thing is the spell-casting material, the fruit of the tree of life.

There is only one such miraculous fruit in the center of the Bronze Dragon Guardian Land!
As the guardians of time in the world of Azeroth, it is quite difficult to exchange for a tree of life fruit from them!
This is also the reason why Ye Ming was once rumored to hook up with the bronze dragon princess.

Back then, Ye Ming didn't have such thoughts~
Ye Ming rested in the manor under the leadership of the old housekeeper. Monar Windsor had already contacted his father, the Duke of Yorkwick, in person.

When he saw Abisio, the legendary warrior who was back to normal, the Grand Duke, who was still resting in the rear, immediately put down what he was doing and promised to come back as soon as possible.

"Your Excellency the legendary mage Ye Ming, I wonder if the slaves you have chosen will be granted the status of ordinary civilians like other members of the Ye clan?"

After the old butler sent Ye Ming to the room, he did not leave immediately, but asked what was in his heart with some expectation.

No wonder the housekeeper spoke to him a little bit!

To be able to escape slavery was too much of a draw for these generations of lifelong slaves.

The old butler had such a position and opportunity, so he naturally wanted to seize it.

"Oh? Are there any juniors with good qualifications in the housekeeper's family?"

The old butler is old, so naturally it won't be for himself.

"I have several descendants with outstanding qualifications, and my little grandson is even more talented."

Well, with good qualifications, there is no problem.

The old butler is a lifelong slave, and his descendants are also slaves.After such people are subdued, as long as you give them a little favor, they will be devoted to you.

　An aristocratic manor is a castle, and I haven't changed it since I got used to it, thank you.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)