Your Lord Has A Screw Loose?

Chapter 82: Chapter 82: Stay calm, don't ask about my whole family!

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"Sigh- It's rare to have two days to myself," Qin Muye breathed deeply, waking up from his meditation.

With the Magic Pool emitting such dense Magic Power, Qin Muye's meditation was

remarkably comfortable. He didn't even need to actively transform Elements; they converged effortlessly.

He glanced at the Trading House and, with quick eyes and hands, snapped up a Dragon Corpse.

Indeed, he had snapped up quite a number of Dragon Corpses for his warehouse, from Black Dragons to Fairy Dragons, from Green Dragons to Purple Dragons-the variety was truly astonishing.

Especially since these dragons were all Rank 5, Qin Muye speculated that most of them were likely put up in the Trading House by the Exorcist, with the remainder by other Lords.

This so-called limited-time event really wasn't for those without strength. Only those in the top ten rankings could get involved. Others truly had no chance; the baseline was Rank 5 Dragon Clan, who could overcome that?

Qin Muye's Rank 3 Demon Spirit Monster was doing its utmost to fight a Rank 4 Troop, while these people were easily hunting Rank 5 already.

The troops under the True Dragon Emperor were dragons; they definitely didn't have the ability to lock loyalty like Skeleton Soldiers or Spirit Monsters. To appease his troops, the True Dragon Emperor would never sell Dragon Corpses.

And Wang Junzi, ruling over an Undead territory, why would putting up his own Dragon Corpses for resources be better than keeping them for personal use?

So, only the Exorcist, ranking third, had the capacity to list Dragon Corpses in bulk. However, the prices were truly high, and Qin Muye only dared to buy three to five of each type of Dragon Corpse, focusing more on variety than quantity.

After all, for Qin Muye, they were sufficient for experiments.

He stretched his limbs, preparing to continue the research he hadn't finished yesterday.

"Someone, bring Ex into the laboratory," Qin Muye called out, and the Frenzy Blood Spirit Monster on guard outside responded and then went to fetch the prisoner from the Prison.

Ex, the cave dweller, was truly unfortunate to have been selected by Qin Muye for his Perception System.

From previous dissections, it was concluded that the subject wasn't without vision, but had a magic perception organ similar to infrared sensing, thus being immune to various negative states like blindness or dazzle.

He wanted to transplant this immunity ability and Perception System into a Spirit Monster.

Spirit Monsters are inherently beast-like beings produced by Magic Creatures, and with a Magic Power Physique that has a strong affinity for magic compatibility. As long as Qin Muye was willing, the transplantation could be successful.

However, the cave dweller's body held more than just this value; there were deeper layers of worth.

Although it may seem pitiful for this cave dweller, his race had its own god, the god of cave dwellers, which albeit weak, didn't protect most of its people.

Currently, it seemed that the cave dweller's affinity with Earth System had tremendous potential-not only did he possess a certain resistance to negative states and damage from Earth System magic, but he also had a certain affinity for it. Not a lot, admittedly, but it was enough for Qin Muye to repeatedly dissect and experiment.

"You madman, madman!!!" Ex cursed continuously, then was whipped on the back of his neck by a tentacle from the Frenzy Blood Spirit Monster.

But Ex paid no attention to the severe pain behind him, as if his mind was somewhat broken.

It must be because of the dissection by Qin Muye these past two days that I've become a bit unhinged.

At this moment, Ex had come to understand why the gods had once joined forces to attack the Silver Star Alliance, because this group of Mages were all neurotic lunatics.

He had seen normal Mages before, but those who tied him up and lifted his skull for two days straight, occasionally even skinning him, and even more absurdly brought out their own brains and asked him how he felt-could they be sane?

Thus, Ex even worried whether this seemingly frail lord with the gift of heaven might transform him into a beastman.

Although Mages tended to favor Elves when it came to beastmen, it didn't mean they wouldn't use other species. Mages had their own set of unique inclinations.

"Calm down, calm down. Your agitation doesn't help with the observation of your sensory organs that I'm about to conduct," Qin Muye kindly advised.

He had wanted to use anesthesia, but unfortunately, he didn't have enough materials on hand.

Under normal circumstances, anesthetics would have to wait until after the first and second era reforms in his domain, plus the industrialization of magic, before there would be sufficient conditions to produce them. Otherwise, handmade drugs simply weren't potent enough to anesthetize magical creatures.

Qin Muye had also considered using magic to help with anesthesia, but it was not very effective. He was lifting the skull, not giving a haircut. The sheer pain would wake the subject from hypnosis immediately.

Fortunately, magic had its conveniences. It allowed for rapid recovery. Healing spells were readily available, ensuring not even a scar was left behind.

Despite Qin Muye preaching calmness, a Frenzy Blood Spirit Monster swiftly proceeded to restrain Ex onto the operating table-handcuffs, foot shackles, coarse ropes, etc.-even pressing down on him to prevent any movement.

It meant they were prepared.

It didn't matter whether Ex was ready or not; what mattered was that Qin Muye was prepared, which was all that the Frenzy Blood Spirit Monster considered.

"Ahem, just bear with it for now. Once I have the means, I'll definitely anesthetize you for the dissection," Qin Muye said, stuffing a bundle of cloth into Ex's mouth and considerately tying it with a strip of cloth.

The other's emotions were truly too agitated, nearly cursing Qin Muye's ancestors for

eighteen generations.

Actually, Qin Muye didn't mind the cursing; after all, it was just verbal. The main issue was that Extended to get agitated while cursing. Last time Ex got excited, Qin Muye's hand trembled and he cut a nerve in the brain, almost causing paralysis. Thankfully, they managed to administer healing promptly, or else the subsequent experiments couldn't have proceeded. Since then, Qin Muye had arranged for a Frenzy Blood Spirit Monster to help hold Ex down, to prevent him from moving and affecting the precision of his incisions.

"Sigh, if you lack the conditions, just bear with it. I promise to provide you with a perfect dissecting environment in the future. Oh, do you feel a darkness before your eyes? I just cut off your pseudo-infrared magic perception organ," Qin Muye continued to chat with Ex while

probing his nerves.

Indeed, Ex felt a darkness before his eyes, both physiologically and psychologically. If only he could speak, he would have surely let Qin Muye understand what a caveman's swear words

were like.

"Oh, I forgot, your mouth is gagged. But judging from the extent of your movements, it

seems you are experiencing a darkness before your eyes. The progress is very smooth," Qin Muye noted Ex's tremors and was able to derive answers from his body language, as per his usual interactions with Ex.

The extent of Ex's shaking confirmed that he was indeed experiencing a darkness before his

eyes.

"Don't worry too much. Once I finish this task, I'll give you a few days off. I am a scholar; I value propriety, righteousness, benevolence, wisdom, and sincerity. I won't exploit you endlessly. That would get one hanged from a lamppost."