Dharma Ring: Selling dung beetles at the border

Interesting topic. Se Lian said, I am a pyroxene magician, and I am not involved in the field of bad omens. But I have to study life recently, and we may be able to cooperate in the future.

Se Lian's voice came from the base of the console, but her eyes were above. Trisha didn't know where to look.

That is to say, you have new ideas for treating contamination? Tolicia said.

If you think the idea of ​​the pyroxene magician is new, then maybe it is a new idea. Se Lian said, We will talk about the treatment of the son of ill omen later.

The hand on the operating table pointed to the Son of Omen outside: Let's draw blood now.

Trisha left respectfully, gathering more Perfumers and Sons of Omen and Hybrids to draw blood.

The hybrids and the Sons of Omen were so powerful that almost half of the caravan moved, and people in the other half were naturally curious.

Why is it so lively? asked the people in the caravan, and the perfumer who didn't know why was also surprised.

We need the Son of Bad Omen to help cure the cursed blood. Trisha said, The master who came here may have new ideas for treating Bad Omen.

New idea? Trisha's fellow perfumers were surprised. They have been immersed in this field for many years and they all know how strange and difficult it is.

Trisha nodded: With any luck, maybe we can cure the taint of the bad omen, or at least block the contagiousness of the bad omen. In this way, the son of the bad omen can walk openly and freely under the golden tree.

The son of bad omen, under the golden tree? The golden citizen also heard this sentence and was quite shocked.

At least it's possible. Trisha said with a smile, It still depends on the result.

Trisha was very happy and did not notice the complicated emotions in the eyes of Diao Shao, the son of gold.

In his opinion, the taboo on the children of ill omens is due to their tainted traits. As long as they are treated well, the children of ill omens will naturally no longer be taboo.

When Trisha saw that everyone in need had arrived, she immediately gathered her team and stopped chatting with the curious businessmen.

I'll say goodbye first, Trisha said, ——The perfumers are responsible for hybrids and omens respectively. The blood must be drawn according to the proportion, and we will mix it later.

The various mutations and atavisms in the Omens seem to be reflected in their blood as well. There are almost no incompatibilities and can be mixed at will.

Cursed blood has an advantage in this situation, their blood is almost all taboo, full of taint - and extremely compatible.

The blood was mixed in different proportions to make blood packs with different concentrations, and Yura was given blood transfusions all over his body from high to low.

When Trisha finally finished preparing the blood and sent it to Serian, she found that Serian had already started.

Yura's limbs were tied to the operating table, and all six arms were replaced with knife heads, cutting the body accurately and efficiently.

Occasionally when more strength is needed, Se Lian calls on Millicent for help.

Trisha was a little frightened when she saw Yura on the console being cut to pieces and bleeding.

Is this some kind of preparation before blood transfusion? Trisha asked respectfully.

Trisha has determined that the console in front of her is a real master. Even though he has been a well-known herbalist for a long time, he still has the mentality of an apprentice and consults the master on the console in front of him, trying to learn more about bad omens and Knowledge of cursed blood.

No. Se Lian answered him, I want to observe his body and the effects of the cursed blood on the body.

Se Lian's robotic arm cut open a piece of tissue on Yura's heel and inserted it on the blade:

Look, it's hardened here and keratin is forming.

So you were studying... Trisha said, Your sword skills are very superb.

There was something that Trisha didn't say in her heart: It was not like treating a patient, but like dissecting a corpse.

After all, I have dissected the bodies of many magicians. A voice came from the console. I know the various organs and tissues of the human body, body fluids and souls quite well.

I see. Trisha said, I have only come into contact with the corpses of Omen and Hybrids. Out of respect, I rarely come into contact with their corpses, so I'm not very sure.

Trisha thoughtfully said: Perhaps we need to get in touch with more normal people's bodies to figure out what happened to Omen... As for corpses, we should be able to get a lot of them during the war...

Corpse? Why use corpses? Se Lian said, With corpses, we can't understand the structure of the soul. People are incomplete.

Ah? Trisha was stunned, Then you are...?

Just kidnap living magicians for experiments. A hand on the console gestured with the knife a few times, That way we can understand everything including the soul, retain their souls, and let them gain eternal life - and then For my use.”

Trisha took a few steps back with fear in her eyes.

Yura's body suddenly spurted out a fountain of blood, which squirted next to Trisha with a squeak.

Oops, the cursed blood exploded his blood vessels. Se Lian immediately transferred his energy to the operating table, Millicent, clean up the cursed blood, and I'll stitch him up...

While busy, Se Lian did not forget to tell Trisha:

Hurry up and get the blood. It's time for a blood transfusion.

Trisha left in silence. In his heart, the control console with the pleasant female voice had transformed from a master into an evil old witch at the speed of a meteor chasing a meteor.

But the evil old witch's method really worked. With the blood transfusion, Yura's physical condition quickly stabilized.

During this period, the curious people gradually dispersed, and only the golden people watched indifferently.

Very good. As long as the cursed blood in his body is completely washed away, and his body can still hold on until then, it should be successful. The mechanical arm of the operating table grabbed a towel and wiped the blood on the table. Grow a puff of steam.

Can you rest? Millicent asked Se Lian.

You go and have a rest. I still need to preside over the treatment and observe his condition. Se Lian waved the robotic arm and asked Millicent to rest.

This... master, why don't you leave it to us? Trisha stepped forward and looked at Yura with some unbearable sadness.

The blood transfusion process went smoothly, but Se Lian frantically did not stop the dissection even during the process. Cut open the body to observe the changes in Yura's body under different blood. After observing, let Melina and Ami heal it, and then cut open again after a while.

Although Yura's consciousness was pressed tightly by the hypnotic pot, theoretically he should not feel any pain, but Se Lian's behavior forced Trisha, who originally pursued euthanasia, to see phantom pain, and even began to reflect on her original approach.

Don't worry, I'm not tired. Se Lian moved the robotic arm. The energy of the human body is indeed not as good as that of a machine. If you want to help, you can help me put some lubricant on it. After a hard day's work, I'm afraid this metal body is a little bit... Tired.

Trisha used her knowledge of herbs to prepare some essential oil and oiled the bearings and rollers of Xelian.

In his mind, he was thinking about how to persuade Se Lian to stop his inhumane research, give up on letting Yura continue to suffer murderous hands, and leave it to their perfumer to take care of Yura.

We are more professional in nursing. Tolisha said with emotion and reason, After all, we are herbalists. We are best at dealing with the wounded...

It doesn't matter, I don't need care. Se Lian said.

But if we take good care of him, his physical condition will be better, and you will be able to worry less about subsequent treatment...

As long as he can't die, I want to observe his physical changes. Good physical condition is abnormal. Se Lian said, This is an excellent observation opportunity to learn many properties and data of the cursed blood.

Trisha was speechless. The console in front of her was not human at all. It had no humanity at all. He obviously couldn't convince it with human reasons.

While he was struggling, a few drops of blood suddenly splashed onto the operating table and landed on the bearings coated with essential oil.

The blood exploded, the essential oil immediately ignited, and the surrounding area of ​​the operating table immediately caught fire.

Eh? Se Lian was shocked, Why is your lubricant still flammable?

We haven't made lubricating oil for machines, Trisha said. This essential oil is also modified by us using kerosene.

Quickly put out the fire! Se Lian shouted, and before the fire spread, he immediately cut off the bonds that bound Yula and threw him out of the fire.

Trisha immediately squatted next to Yura and treated his wounds.

The operating table deformed and retracted into the crawler-footed puppet again, but a lot of grease was trapped in the body, and fire came from the cracks inside the puppet.

There's a lake over there! Trisha pointed a direction to Serian.

The crawler-footed puppet immediately headed in that direction. When passing a pile of rubble, a figure suddenly rushed out.

It's the golden people. Trisha saw it immediately.

He also saw that the Golden People clearly held a knife in their hands.

The blade of the knife thrust forward and dug into the puppet's body, also curbing its progress.

After such a delay, the puppet finally couldn't hold on anymore, there were several explosions in his body, and he collapsed on the spot.

Why... Se Lian's voice module was not damaged yet. She looked at the golden people in disbelief, Did I provoke you?

Trisha was also shocked: What are you doing?

Stop her, said the Golden People.

It doesn't have to be so drastic to stop her from dissecting Mr. Yura, right? Trisha raised her head and paid attention to the billowing black smoke. The paralyzed puppet seemed to be ignited by the black flames of killing gods.

It is to prevent her from treating the son of Omen. The golden citizen held the knife with a terrifying expression and a solemn tone, Evil Omen... is a defilement, a blasphemy that cannot appear under the golden tree! This is a taboo act.

So you're going to assassinate me? Se Lian asked.

Aren't you going to treat them? said the golden people.

I just have this idea! the puppet cried, You don't want to cure the son of evil omen, shouldn't you assassinate the perfumer? Although I do often explore taboos, what does this taboo have to do with me?

That's true. Perfumer Trisha didn't refute what Se Lian said, And the research hasn't even started yet. We're still treating Mr. Yura. He's not the son of bad omen, he's just corroded by the cursed blood. Ordinary people. Now that you have assassinated Master Serian, we don’t know anything about the nature of the cursed blood, how can we treat Yura?

The golden people looked at the perfumer with sharp eyes, then looked at Se Lian, and said:

ah……

This sound was a little embarrassing, a little inappropriate, and a little embarrassed.

Trisha was a little broken. Although Serian's treatment was very inhumane, it was still being treated, and Yula's condition was improving. Why did the good situation suddenly disappear?

Trisha looked at Serian: Master, can you still work?

I'll give it a try. She Lian raised her arm and turned it around a few times smoothly -

Then it drew a beautiful parabola and fell down.

It seems like it won't work. Se Lian said, If you want to repair this puppet, I'm afraid it will take several days.

Can the treatment time be delayed a little longer? Trisha asked.

I'm afraid not. Se Lian said.

Is the window period for treatment only a few days? Trisha sadly said, Or does the blood transfusion need to be completed in one go and cannot be stopped?

It's because I threw him just now. Se Lian said. It felt a bit harsh. Plus the cursed blood...he deserves to die.

I'm going to find someone to fix you now, maybe a professional puppet master... Trisha stood up immediately.

Let your boss fix me. Se Lian sighed, I'll go back first and replace your boss. He knows some puppetry. But I guess he won't be able to fix me right away.

Se Lian lowered his eyes and looked at his body:

That old guy Servis comes here, I'm afraid he won't be able to repair it.

The golden people walked toward Trisha with their swords in hand.

Are you really going to kill me? Trisha looked at the ferocious-looking golden people, a little confused.

He already holds several bottles of spices in his hand:

Although I am an herbalist, I am not something you, an ordinary golden citizen, can defeat. I advise you not to overthink it.

I'll do it. The golden citizen raised the knife.

What are you here for? Trisha didn't respond.

I'll heal him, the Golden People replied.

Are you here? Trisha reacted now, but she didn't believe her ears. Are you kidding me?

This is the evil consequences caused by me, and I will solve it. The Golden People replied, I have been watching and know what to do.

Can this be learned by just watching? Trisha said excitedly, This requires technology, rituals and magic circles, as well as an understanding of the cursed blood, in order to host the entire blood transfusion ceremony - only by accurately grasping the cursed blood, can it be done His body remains stable...

Shut up. The Golden People stared at Trisha fiercely, Come and help.

Trisha swallowed her words, being wary of the knives in the hands of the golden people, and handed various utensils to the golden people.

Are you confident? Se Lian looked at the golden people.

It's okay. The Golden People replied.

Then I'll go back first. Se Lian said, Let your boss come back.

The burned puppet immediately went limp and seemed to have lost all power.

Se Lian's consciousness returned to the academy.

Opening her eyes and breathing in the familiar breath of the azure stone mask, Se Lian thought about the words of the golden people and felt a little emotional.

Taboo, countless people are afraid of it, and even do things that are more terrifying and worse than the taboo because they are too afraid.

Since the last witch trial, Se Lian has not been exposed to this kind of crazy resistance to taboos for a long time, and she even misses it a little.

Thinking of this, Se Lian thought of Wu Ming again.

This man has never been dissatisfied with exploring taboos on his own.

Although she has never shown it, Se Lian has always been grateful to Wu Ming, and is also very happy to have someone who understands and affirms herself.

On the other hand, Se Lian also felt worried for a moment.

My dear friend, will one day, the taboos I explore even you won't agree with... Se Lian sighed and stood up, At that time, will you think I'm scary...

Ah? A nameless voice sounded from under the podium.

Se Lian looked over and saw a man lying on the ground under the podium. His blood was almost drained. His stomach was completely broken open and his intestines were flowing all over the floor. The blood had turned black and was mixed with minced meat. It was spread around the podium. Large radial swaths were thrown out.

The little puppet was holding a kitchen knife and emerged from the corpse's intestines. Its face was covered with the puppet's frozen smile and solidified semi-solid blood.

Ah? What did you just say? Wuming asked.