Chapter 411: To cure or to repair

The little angel wanted to release holy light, but was grabbed back by Ang. The little zombie jumped down directly. When it was about to fall to the water surface, it stepped out with both feet and 'stepped' on the water surface to rush across the moat.

Soul armor surged on its body, wrapping its whole body, and two hoes condensed in its hands.

"Death Sword Saint! It's a Death Sword Saint! Everyone be careful." The pursuing knights shouted in panic.

The egg dragon Nigris muttered: "Death Sword Saint? What kind of mess is that? Oh, they think the little zombie is a living person, and then armor-transforming soul armament, thinking it's a Death Sword Saint? Does this world have this profession? When did it learn to step on the air?"

"Death Sword Saint? Yes, a profession that practices soul battle aura, each one thin like a zombie. Can this also be mistaken?" Luokesi brushed out her sword and shouted: "Then I can also impersonate a Death Sword Saint, kill!"

After finishing, she ran down the castle with her longsword.

"Where are you running?" Nigris asked in confusion.

"I'm going down to take a boat, I can't jump over!" Luokesi shouted while running down.

"...... Hasn't she learned how to use her soul energy?" Du Luo Ken and Nigris looked at each other.

By the time she took a boat to the other side, the little zombie had almost finished fighting. Facing the enemies rushing up, each was a death-breath shockwave, and then it rushed up, collided, hoed, collided, hoed...

The remaining ones were poked in the eye sockets by the little angel, who was restricted from using big moves, and they all had black eyes.

Tying up the remaining enemies who hadn't died yet and escorting them back to the castle, Luokesi muttered disappointedly: "I'm so weak."

The arrival of Ang and these people was too much of a blow to her self-confidence. She originally thought she was the most powerful lich in this desert, but didn't expect that Ang could casually pick up a little loli, and she was even more fierce than her.

What she didn't know was that Ang restricted the little angel from using holy light, otherwise it would be even more fierce.

After all, this is the world of undead creatures, no need to reveal too much of the Holy Light Church, so as not to attract too much attention. Even Ang took off his Holy Spirit Armor.

"Indeed quite weak. Forget it, it's cheaper for you." Nigris flew over and pointed its little claw at her forehead.

A piece of information poured into Luokesi's soul, all of which were basic techniques for soul energy manipulation.

Among those who were chased and fled far away, one rider ran back quickly, dismounted on the shore, and kowtowed, shouting gratefully and loudly: "Thank you, thank you for saving our lives. The Dulait family will forever engrave your kindness. In the midst of fleeing, we have nothing to repay, please accept our small heart."

Taking something out of his arms and placing it on the ground, he kowtowed a few more times, pulled the horse and retreated, and only after retreating for a distance did he mount the horse and ride away.

"This guy is quite polite." Nigris was overjoyed and flew down in a good mood.

Although the little angel and little zombie were not saving them, they knew how to be grateful after benefiting, which was very gratifying.

Getting the thing left by that guy, it was an emblem, pure gold, heavy, weighing about a few liang, equivalent to more than ten gold coins.

"Even the family emblem was taken out as a thank-you gift? That really reached a dead end. Eh, why is this mark a bit familiar?" Nigris held this gold coin weighing a few liang and flew up with difficulty.

"Ku Ba Da, is it this heavy? No, no, is my strength this small? Ang, if you don't make my body bigger, I'll pluck your vegetables!" Nigris cursed in a low voice, especially the word 'vegetables', the sound was so low it was almost inaudible.

"Du Luo Ken, look at this mark, why do I feel it's your Alchemy King mark?" Nigris pointed to a mark on the emblem and said.

Du Luo Ken looked at it, took out his gold-touching rod, and compared it carefully, saying: "It is indeed my hidden seal inscription. Although there are some changes, the main body is indeed my hidden seal. What's going on? How can the native emblem here have my inscription?"

Adding one's own inscription in an inconspicuous place is the bad taste and anti-theft means of many handicraft masters, such as the inner wall of a wine pot conduit, the seams of silk underwear, and the soles of statues.

When the work is kept intact, it is difficult to find these hidden inscriptions unless special means are used or it is smashed.

If someone counterfeits the same thing but misses the inscription, it is easy to be exposed.

This inscription is the identifier used by Du Luo Ken for anti-theft, using some simplified lines to minimize the inscription, making it easier to engrave in tiny corners.

And Du Luo Ken's official inscription is almost the same as it, but it will be more complicated and have more lines. But no matter which one, when the two are put together, anyone can see their connection at a glance.

"Could it be that some of your works drifted here, were discovered by someone who found this hidden seal inscription quite good-looking, so they stole it to make a family emblem?" Nigris guessed.

Du Luo Ken rolled his eyes: "Do you think it's possible? Even His Majesty and the Lord can only project thoughts over. What works of mine could drift here?"

A flash of inspiration flashed through the souls of the two: "Home of the Departed!"

"Someone discovered the hidden seal inscription I left in the Home of the Departed, so they stole it to make a family emblem?" Du Luo Ken speculated.

"It's not necessarily the Home of the Departed. Maybe His Majesty also built some of your things, restored your inscription by the way, and then someone felt this kind of inscription was very mysterious and could be seen on many things, so they stole it and used it," Nigris said.

This is the most reasonable speculation.

Du Luo Ken's eyes shone: "Separated by a world, I can still run into a family using my mark as an emblem. This is the arrangement of the God of Fate. I'll go find them."

Nigris curled its lips: "Maybe it's not them using this emblem, but they destroyed the family using this emblem and snatched it?"

When Lightning is not around, everyone can see that the second foul-mouthed one is this Brass Dragon.

Du Luo Ken took out his cloak, put it on, rolled it on his body, and disappeared. Immediately after, an invisible big foot kicked Nigris, and it fell into the flower pot next to it out of control.

Not long after, the fleeing team that had run far away returned with Du Luo Ken, feeling uneasy and excited.

"What's going on? So easy to bring them back with you? How did you gain their trust?" Nigris leaned over and asked in a low voice.

These guys were fleeing, and their vigilance was at its strongest. When they were thanking them just now, they were just kowtowing on the other side of the river, and had no intention of entering the town to rest at all.

After Du Luo Ken chased them, he gained the other party's trust so easily? Weren't they afraid that Du Luo Ken harbored hostility and would catch them to claim a reward?

"This Dulait family are all alchemists. I just need to perform a few alchemy techniques, and they know the goods," Du Luo Ken responded in a low voice.

Sure enough, after the Dulait family people came over, they were respectful to Du Luo Ken: "Lord Du Luo Ken, thank you for taking us in. Being able to serve by your side and listen to your teachings is our honor."

The leader of the Dulait family was also the man who kowtowed to them and left a thank-you gift, named Laite. There were seven people in their group, two men and five women. Except for Laite and a little boy, the other five were adult women, ranging from eighteen or nineteen to thirty-something.

Nigris looked at them carefully and felt a bit strange.

"They seem a bit strange." Nigris asked in confusion.

Du Luo Ken nodded. He had long discovered it and turned to Laite and said: "Explain your peculiarities to Lord Nig."

Laite and those women showed embarrassment, with some instinctive resistance, looked at each other hesitantly, and took off their clothes somewhat unwillingly.

Once the clothes were taken off, Nigris saw what was strange. Among these seven people, each one had a part of their limbs missing, and what replaced that part of the limbs was a construct structure.

At once, everyone's attention was attracted. Everyone leaned over to look, and the little angel was even more curious to go up and poke one of the women's metal arms.

Luokesi was even more shocked: "I know who you are, Dulait family, half-demon family."

Laite politely reached out and grabbed his head, wanting to take off his hat to salute, but found that his hat had long been taken off, and the hand he raised was a metal arm, with a rough shell riveted together.

Some of the rivets had fallen off, the shell cracked, and from the crack, one could see some structures inside, such as gears and lead screws.

Maybe afraid of debris falling in, it was also wrapped with gauze, but the gauze couldn't block the fine sand, and a lot of fine sand still leaked in, combining with the lubricating grease into a black lump.

Laite and the others' faces dimmed, and they pulled up their clothes one after another, saying with a bitter smile: "What half-demon family, we are just a bunch of poor disabled people."

After his explanation, Ang and the others finally understood what kind of background this Dulait family had.

"Although Dulait is called a family, we have no blood relationship. Everyone is disabled, so we walked together because of physical defects."

"Our first patriarch was a powerful alchemist who could forge various construct limbs. If any disabled person was willing to learn from him, he would also teach them patiently."

"After he died, those disabled alchemists who had followed him to learn spontaneously united together and called themselves the Dulait family to the outside world. In fact, we are more like a mutual aid association, but being called a family allows us disabled orphans to have a sense of belonging."

"Everyone in our family was rescued by our elders from all over the world. Some have congenital defects, and some have acquired injuries."

Laite said until his mouth was dry, and his stomach was rumbling. After running for so long, he hadn't eaten anything.

Ang took out Elf Beans, one for each person.

Although shocked, Laite still thought it was some special alchemy item. After eating, he continued:

"But ordinary people don't understand us disabled people. Seeing our missing limbs, they will instinctively reject and resist, and even slander us as half-demons, saying we have to rely on sucking blood and living people's internal organs to gain the ability to move."

"In the past, there were undead creatures to maintain order, but since the Starburst, the whole world has started to become chaotic. The people chasing us are the slave-catching team of the Giant Beast Chamber of Commerce. They want to catch us and make us slaves."

"There were more than thirty people in our family who fled all the way, and now only seven of us are left."

Laite said while his heart kept sinking, because he discovered that although everyone was listening very carefully, there were no expressions of sympathy or pity on their faces, as if their suffering was not a big deal in the eyes of these people.

Instead, they were more curious about the construct limbs on their bodies. He was talking here, and the palm-sized dragon and the Alchemy Master were discussing it.

"The defects on these adults are not fatal, but the child's defect is very fatal. If not treated, it is difficult to live to adulthood." Nigris said in a low voice.

Only then did they see a hole in the little boy's chest, replaced by a metal construct structure, and traces of blood flow could be vaguely seen.

"Congenital heart disease? The heart looks a bit underdeveloped, needing to rely on the construct structure to transport blood, but as age grows, new construct parts need to be replaced every period of time. In this process, if not careful, one will die." Du Luo Ken responded in a low voice.

"So, it's not that the defects on these adults are not fatal, but that those with fatal defects didn't live long?" Nigris said.

"Probably. Although the technology is quite rough, the idea is very good, using construct structures to replace defects on the body. At least those non-fatal defects won't affect the quality of life. Look at them when they are fleeing, you can't tell they are disabled at all." Du Luo Ken nodded and praised.

Being able to apply construct surgery to this aspect was something he had never imagined. Zombies and skeletons, just replace whatever is broken, where is the need for construct surgery? A carpenter can handle it.

"It seems to have used the technology of the lich's soul casket, but the fit with flesh and blood is not good. This material is not good, it will produce rejection with flesh and blood. If it can grow together with flesh and blood, then as age grows, the flesh and blood will also be stretched, no need to replace it every period of time." Nigris said.

Du Luo Ken's eyes lit up and suddenly said: "You have always disliked that your body can't grow up? I have a good way."

"What way?" Nigris's eyes lit up.

On Laite's side, the matter about the Dulait family was also finished, and he was feeling uneasy. He originally thought the family's experience could arouse everyone's sympathy, but from everyone's expressions, there was more curiosity and no sympathy. This was not a good phenomenon.

Not a bit of sympathy, are these people all evil?

Just then, Du Luo Ken walked over, swung his gold-touching rod, and tapped lightly on Laite's cracked arm.

Only then did all the rivets of the shell fall off, and the shell opened completely.

Tapping again, with a buzzing sound, the sand and dirt on the gears and lead screws inside seemed to be dissolved or shattered by something, turning into liquid and flowing out. The structure inside quickly became clean.

Laite was also an alchemist and knew the goods. His eyes widened and he exclaimed: "Sound cleaning technique?"

Du Luo Ken took out a small piece of graphite, and with a tap of the gold-touching rod, the graphite actually melted like liquid.

Du Luo Ken tapped and picked, and the graphite liquid droplets floated onto the gears and lead screws of the construct arm, melting on it.

"Hiss—Lubricating gold-plating technique? This, this is too extravagant. Lord, my broken arm doesn't need such high-level techniques, it's too wasteful." Laite's voice was trembling.

Du Luo Ken responded indifferently: "It doesn't matter, I still have to find low-level materials."

What is the low-level way? Applying lubricating oil. For Du Luo Ken, finding lubricating oil is more troublesome.

Closing the shell, Du Luo Ken's fingers wiped across the junction, and the arm shell that was originally riveted together had now melted into a whole.

"Seamless joining technique..." Laite muttered with pain in his heart.

Just like seeing a toilet made of pure gold, his heart was bleeding, as if saying, shitting really doesn't need to be so high-level. Du Luo Ken's methods, used on his construct arm, were simply a waste.

After showing off his strength, Du Luo Ken said: "What is the name of this little boy? His construct heart..."

Before he finished speaking, the little boy suddenly turned green, his lips turned purple quickly, his hands and feet turned purple, and he softened to the ground.

Du Luo Ken just wanted to say that the construct heart was easy to break, didn't expect it to break on the spot.

Laite and the other women were anxious, rushing over, but on the way to flee, materials and tools were not complete. Laite could only cast his helpless gaze at Du Luo Ken.

Du Luo Ken said calmly: "The construct heart is just broken, a small matter. But do you hope to change him to a construct heart? Or cure his original heart disease?"

"What? Cure? He has congenital heart disease, can it be cured?" Laite doubted if he had heard wrong. ===== CHAPTER 412 =====