Artificer Adventure Guide.

Chapter 170 Bionic skin?

"What are you going to do with the meat of these petrified monsters?"

In the voodoo workshop, Nia finished making all the potions and asked Carl what to do with the pieces of meat.

After losing the component that can remove petrification, the muscles of petrified lizards and petrified bulls will become extremely tough.

Unless you are a giant, you won’t be able to chew it.

"Haha, let the slime monster deal with it. I've replaced the bottle with a bigger one for it. You can give it any kitchen waste from now on."

Pointing to a "big vat" in the inner room, Carl took the initiative to take some of the petrified bull's meat and threw it into the vat.

The Kelkin mud monster squirmed slightly, and then wrapped the piece of meat in its body.

"Aren't you afraid that it will eat too much and spread?"

Nia was quite worried about driving the slime monster while frowning and eating.

"It's okay. In a couple of days, Ying and I will use psychic energy to practice with it. Even if we can't subdue it with psychic bombardment, we can still cut it off manually."

Hearing that Carl had already thought of a solution, Nia nodded and stopped paying attention to these things. Instead, she helped Carl throw the remaining pieces of meat into the big vat.

Two days later, the city's counterattack against the petrified monsters has begun to show results.

Mages from the two major schools of Shaping and Protection went out together and almost changed the terrain outside the city.

I heard that if the teacher hadn't stopped them, those guys from the Five Fireball Cult would have wanted to blow up a hill to block the petrified monsters' route.

But because the mountain was already on the border between Andel and Breland, the matter was ultimately not implemented.

"squeak"

The door of the shop was pushed open from the outside, and the dusty trio walked into the shop.

"Manager, long time no see. Sorry, I was trapped outside by a petrified monster and just got back today."

Giving Carl an embarrassed smile, the half-ling assassin pulled the warforged forward.

They had previously agreed to help Carl debug his prosthetics, but the next day they encountered an influx of petrified monsters.

"Oh! By the way, there is this matter. OK, come here and I will help you transform it."

To be honest, Carl had indeed forgotten about this matter a little. There were too many things going on recently, and his main energy was recently focused on studying the Moon Spirit Marrow Fluid and the Kel'jin Mud Monster.

After thanking Carl gratefully, the war figurine lay on the transformation table and allowed Carl to replace his two arms.

Since it was already prepared in advance, the whole process did not take too long.

"Alright! Next, let's go to the Adventurer's Guild and test our power."

The prosthesis used in the experiment did not use any expensive materials, but just ordinary stainless steel.

The only significant cost is Carl's mechanical design and manufacturing technology.

So Carl was not afraid that these people would run away.

The trio left with many thanks, but Konia called Carl to come and deal with the slime monster.

It turned out that because there were too many pieces of meat, the thing had now expanded to the edge of the vat and was about to overflow.

"Don't be fooled by the sticky feeling of this thing. It actually feels pretty good. Just do this and it will cut it off."

After demonstrating to Nia the technique of cutting the slime, Carl put the cut parts into a box and carried it towards the waste pool.

The alchemical process will naturally produce a lot of waste liquids, but because some waste liquids cannot be discharged indiscriminately, a waste liquid pool is specially installed in the workshop to carry out preliminary treatment of the waste alchemical solutions.

But when Carl poured out the contents of the box, the expected "splash" sound did not occur, but instead a muffled "click" sound was heard in the waste liquid pool.

A lump of what looked like lard had fallen into the wastewater.

Judging from its square shape, it is obviously what was originally in the box.

Some yellowish pus was now oozing out of this piece of "pork fat".

Carl recognized what it was. It was the pus that was formed when the clone of the slime monster broke apart after it was too far away from its main body.

But what exactly is this “pork fat”?
"Nia! Come here!"

After fishing the things out of the waste pool, Carl planned to ask the knowledgeable classmate Nia.

Following the sound out of the inner room, Nia looked at Karl's appearance at this time and tilted her head in confusion.

"Do you know what this thing is?"

Holding up the thing in his hand, Carl motioned Nia to come over and take a look.

Although this "pork fat" feels similar to the slime, it feels obviously "drier" in the hand.

At least it won't be like mud that can be easily deformed by kneading.

Just like...

“Like flesh and blood.”

After carefully examining the "properties" of this thing, Nia made an evaluation.

After the other party said this, Carl's eyes suddenly looked at the object in his hand with some inexplicable meaning.

After pinching the thing to feel it, Karl put it on the table beside him with a wooden face.

He suddenly felt a little uncomfortable looking at this new thing.

"I need to use a microscope to observe the details. According to my current preliminary speculation, this thing is probably a substance derived from the indigestion caused by the Kelkin Mud Monster swallowing the petrified monster's flesh."

Nia didn't notice Carl's abnormality and was still happy about discovering new materials.

Materials science is different from other subjects. It is a major that tests your luck.

No one knows how a groundbreaking new material will be born out of some strange accident. …

"how do you feel?"

In the laboratory in the Tower of Wonders, Morban looked at Midris and asked about her condition.

At this time, Mitris had completely turned into a war figurine.

Her tin-man-like appearance made it impossible to tell her gender, but the difference in her skeleton meant that she still bore some remnants of her old self.

"Only part of the body can feel touch, but it's just touch. It's okay for fighting, but it seems a bit dull."

Because of Carl's suggestion, there is now a certain delay when Mitris uses her brain to control her body.

This meant that her reaction could not be too fast.

"Just improve step by step. You can move around inside the Tower of Wonders next time, but No. 1 will be watching you. Don't do anything stupid."

After warning Midris, Mooreban left the laboratory.

After staring at No. 1 in dog form for a while, the man and the dog walked out of the laboratory together.

Because of her brain and internal organs, Mithris still needs to eat.

Under the guidance of No. 1, she went to the cafeteria to pack a meal, and then prepared to return to the laboratory.

Although she was looking forward to campus life at Akanix, Midris was actually a little proud in her heart. Since she didn't get in through exams, she didn't want to enjoy the campus life here.

However, when she came out of the cafeteria, she encountered an interesting thing.

It was afternoon and classes in all classrooms were over. Some newly enrolled students gathered on the first floor of the cafeteria in the Tower of Wonders. The atmosphere was quite solemn.

Some people were carrying flags, and judging by what was written on the cloth, they should be members of a newly established society.

"Humph! A dull guy from Karrnath! So what if I cut in line?"

"Ha! You are so cool!"

"You can act cool? It's not against the law. You can act cool too!"

As he said this, the student who cut in line slammed the table.

The society members behind him stepped forward one after another, seemingly trying to support their "brothers" in this way.

A third-grade student passed by here and saw the two groups behaving like that. He curled his lips and said something in his heart.

“There’s still too little homework.”

Then he left.

Mitris agreed with what this man said. When she was her age, she was still struggling to survive in the base of the Sons of Winter. How could these little brats still be so childish and form gangs?
But before she could leave, the conflict in front of her quickly intensified.

A group of kids who only know a few tricks are not ordinary.

For a moment, the hall on the first floor of the cafeteria was filled with traces of fire arrows and freezing rays.

Many of the second-year students seemed to miss it very much, but the way they looked at some of the first-year students was a little different.

"It takes so long to perform a trick. I guess you will just be a magician in the end."

"You are at this level and you are still trying to form gangs. Don't you think about your own worth?"

The slight discussion did not last long as the grade teacher soon came running over.

The students who damaged public property were caught and made to stand in the corner as punishment.

Silence returned to the cafeteria.

"What do those people mean?"

Looking at No. 1 beside her, Mitris asked curiously.

She didn't know much about what was going on inside Arkanix.

"The first half of the first grade is mainly general education, but if you are unable to become a formal mage or a magician, the school will follow the school rules and send you to the Magician Academy after three failures, which is the artificial island below.

According to the proportions of previous years, at least 40% of the students who caused trouble just now will leave the Mage Tower."

No. 1's words made Mitris look sideways.

It’s not that she thinks Akanix’s rules are too strict, but they are too lenient!

They actually have two chances to fail?
“How many times did Carl fail?”

Thinking of the only Akanix student she knew, Mitris continued to ask.

"Master Carl was a success back then. He was very realistic in his judgment of his own intelligence. The master was optimistic about him because of this and later became his instructor."

Just as No. 1 was chatting with Mitris, Carl appeared in the cafeteria.

He looked quite anxious and there was sweat on his face.

"Number 1! Where is the Master now?"

"The master should be working in the office now. May I ask..."

Before No. 1 could finish his question, Carl had already run away.

"Master! Nia and I have discovered a new material! Maybe it can be used to make war figurines and prosthetic bodies..."

As he stepped into the office, Carl was talking happily when he suddenly noticed all kinds of people standing in the office.

This made him feel like he was back in his dream before the Nine-Layer Path Competition. It seemed like a similar scene when he came in.

But that time, the universities sent people to ask for funding, so I don’t know what they are here for now.

(End of this chapter)