Comprehensive network wizard, magic emperor.

Chapter 128 Miracle Transaction, Palm Print News

Duke Ancher watched as a hand reached out from the corner of his eye and gently turned the pages of the book in front of him. Then the hand retreated and disappeared beside his ear.

Realizing that someone had broken in through the window, he held his breath for a moment.

The laughter from the banquet was still rumbling through the floorboards in my ears, and I could imagine the scene of clinking glasses downstairs.

But the study was extremely quiet. The crackling sound of the curtains being blown by the wind could be heard clearly, and the slight heat from the incandescent bulb shining on the cheeks could also be clearly heard.

Kechen Ancher listened to his own rapidly pounding heartbeat and wondered who the person behind him was. A thief? An assassin? A ghost?

A thief shouldn't do such a complicated thing. The assassin knew he had to race against time, lest the servants come in to investigate and interrupt the murder.

So it's a ghost?

Kochen Ancher could hear a slight rustling behind him, a hollow, cold noise. Perhaps it was the breath of a dead soul.

After a while, the hand reached out again and turned a page for him.

Duke Ancher held back, he hadn't started reading yet.

Then, not long after, he turned the page as if no one was around.

"I haven't finished reading it yet." Duke Ancher couldn't help it.

The hoarse noise behind him became clearer, like laughter. Then he heard a tap on his shoulder and guessed that a hand was pressing down on his unconscious shoulder.

A hollow breath echoed, and Duke Ancher's vision shifted as he caught a glimpse of a familiar hand slowly rising from his lower right corner. The knuckles were bulging, veins were running, and a light scar marked the skin of his little finger. It was his hand.

The paralyzed hand, which had no feeling at all, was now as agile as a normal person's. It moved leisurely through the air, stretched out its fingers, touched the paper, and turned two pages forward.

This was the content he had not started reading yet. Duke Anche stared blankly at the words on the book, his eyes reading and scanning line by line, but there was no impression in his mind. All his thinking activities were replaying the scenes he had just seen.

He swallowed hard, swallowing the saliva accumulated in his throat, and remained silent for a moment with his lips pursed.

The servant knocked on the door, and Duke Ancher habitually said, "Come in!"

Then, the doorknob turned, opening a crack, and he screamed in terror: "Don't come in! I'm fine, I'm reading!"

The servant hesitated for a moment, closed the door and left.

Duke Ancher gasped for breath, his lips trembling, and asked hesitantly, "Are you still there?"

no answer.

In my ears, the noise of the party continued, the sound of the wind blowing the curtains, the heat of the incandescent lamp, and the deep and hollow rustling noise behind me.

"You are still here! Phew, thank the five gods, thank the Holy Father! You haven't left yet." Kechen Ancher's eyes gradually turned red, clear snot began to drip from his nostrils, his neatly groomed beard became dirty, and his lips were covered with snot.

He raised his hands, which had been decadent for many years, fumbled in his pockets, took out a handkerchief, and gently wiped his face.

Duke Ancher stared at the scene before him and exclaimed, "Miracle! This is a complete miracle!"

He choked up again and again, "...I'm not dreaming, I know this, this is my hand! A miracle has happened..."

The paralyzed body produced severe phantom pain under the intense emotional fluctuations. Duke Ancher could not move and could only blink his eyes with difficulty, like a machine on the verge of collapse and about to be destroyed.

"(Expletive) I command you to find peace."

The cool breath passed through my body, and the phantom pain felt by my brain suddenly subsided, which was more effective than the best painkiller.

His legs lifted up uncontrollably, dropped to the floor, and he slowly stood up, then walked step by step to the window.

Bathing in the night breeze, with the miraculous ghost behind me.

Now, Duke Ancher has finally calmed down and can think rationally.

After a while, he let out a long sigh and said, "It's so comfortable. It's been ages since I've stood by the window, feeling the breeze and looking at the moon and the night view of Jinbei City."

The person behind him spoke to him for the first time, and surprisingly, there was no hint of fear in his voice. "Kochen Anche, you have already met with Viren Pearl. He was sent by me to search for the relics of the Poseidon Cult. So, you already know why I am here."

Duke Ancher wanted to nod, but his cervical vertebrae succumbed to the wizard's words, and even if his muscles were pulled, he could not move the bones.

He felt like his bones were a guest hidden under his skin, with only his ribs rising and falling with his breathing, and the rest of him was silent and motionless.

"You want that holy relic. I can give it to you. I only ask one thing—heal me. Even if it's just to let me feel my hands and feet. I can't stand this body that feels as empty and cold as a snake's slough."

A long silence answered him.

Duke Ancher asked in a trembling voice, "Even you can't do it? Then I have another request...Take me to the bedroom. There is a bouquet of flowers on the bedside table. The banquet downstairs is about to play the first dance of the Vivian Dance. I want to dance a goat's dance with those flowers. Is that okay?"

Lin Bo had never heard of the Gotiya, a traditional dance performed by the Windward Islands people for two people, characterized by nimble and light steps and gentle and intimate gestures.

He was considering which treatment option to choose.

The patient's physical condition has been largely understood through palpation and endoscopy. The spine below the cervical vertebrae is fractured, and the internal nerves have undergone degenerative changes, much like a broken electrical wire that has rusted from wind and rain and is no longer usable.

If one wants to use the art of life control to reconnect neurons, the diseased part must be cut off first, but this will inevitably affect the subsequent recovery effect. Even if the patient can regain consciousness, his nerve function will still become weak in the future.

If the original strain were introduced, the damage could be easily repaired, but this would make Duke Anche dependent on the fungal blanket for replenishment. He would have to regularly replenish special nutrients, introduce new strains, or orally ingest the original strain's mycelium, otherwise he would become paralyzed again.

Lin Bo didn't want to create a human being bound by the fungal blanket. This would also be a troublesome problem for him.

The second-generation bacteria can also replace neurons. Lin Bo currently carries a bundle of metal neurons in his pocket as a test sample for long-term observation.

After a whole day, the metal neurons remained active. They told the mage that the nutrients they needed were a trace amount of water, a small amount of organic matter, and some electrical energy. They did not mention the need to return to the fungal mat for replenishment.

Lin Bo's original plan was to continue observing for a week to see whether these metal neurons really did not require special nutrients, so he did not intend to rashly apply it to clinical human treatment.

Duke Ancher is awaiting his sentencing.

The wizard raised his hand and pressed the Duke's neck.

"Do ghosts have body temperature?" Kechen Anche couldn't help but ask, "Sorry, I'm being rude, but I always thought ghosts were cold."

Lin Bo could understand the Duke's idea of ​​thinking he was a ghost, but he didn't care. He whispered a spell: "(Incantation) I command that no pain shall come upon you. Sleep, and have sweet dreams."

Duke Ancher fell into a state of paralysis, unable to speak, his cheeks and tongue were frozen, his mind gradually became silent, and he fell into sleep.

After confirming that the patient was unconscious, Lin Bo recited his real name and took out an iron ball from his ammunition bag.

"(Mantra) Neurons, Steel."

Repairing this diseased body was very challenging. He first inserted a sterilized, thin iron needle into the Duke's spine, cut out the diseased part, took it out from the bone gap, and brought it out of the body through the needle hole.

Next, he would use the art of life control to reconnect the severed cervical and thoracic nerves. He would perform extremely delicate operations within a small space, allowing the spinal cord nerve structures to mesh one by one. Finally, he would reshape the deformed spine.

Downstairs, dance music began to play in the ballroom. The Duke's son and his guests danced on the dance floor, servants moved about, and the kitchen bustled with activity. As the song drew to a close, the butler's footsteps clattered up the stairs, through the corridor, and to the study.

He knocked on the door.

no respond.

He knocked again, but there was still no response. So the butler pressed the doorknob, turned it, and pushed the door open.

Everything was intact and peaceful in the study, the lights were still bright, the Duke was lying in a wheelchair with his eyes closed and sleeping, the night breeze blew, gently turning the pages of the book.

The butler carefully walked over and pushed the wheelchair, preparing to take the Duke back to the bedroom, but as soon as he approached, Kochen Ancher woke up.

He murmured, "It hurts so much... Miracle, let me dance Gotia again, please forgive me for being so greedy..."

Under the butler's horrified gaze, the Governor of Shiraishi Island, Duke Anche of Jinbei City, who had been paralyzed for more than ten years, actually raised his hands and placed them in front of his chest as if hugging a bouquet of flowers, leaned forward, and swayed slightly in his wheelchair.

The autumn wind is cold and lonely.

The Duke and the butler both woke up. He slowly clenched his fists, rubbed his palms together, then touched his legs, then gently lifted one foot and stepped on the floor, trying to stand up but failed due to muscle weakness.

The butler trembled and said, "Duke, are you well again?"

"Yes." The calmness of Kochen Anche's tone made the butler admire him very much. He was indeed a nobleman with excellent demeanor. He could remain calm even in such a situation.

Duke Ancher was indeed very calm. He looked around and didn't find the ghost. He murmured, "Miracle, my request was granted."

"I'll go and inform the people in the mansion right away." The butler's eyes turned red.

"No, wait a minute. I have to think about how to explain this to the kids. Oh, and see if there's any note or writing paper here. I think he might have left me a message... No? Then take me back to the bedroom and open the safe."

Kechen Ancher looked at the Poseidon Relic in the safe. It was not taken away by the miracle ghost, but the transaction was completed.

I must deliver this cargo to the other party.

"I'm going to visit Viscount Velen Pearl tomorrow. I'm going to find out where he lives."

Duke Ancher rubbed his palms in the light. His limbs, which had been without sensation for many years, were still a little numb. Perhaps his brain was unfamiliar with these nerve signals. Suddenly, he felt something strange on his right palm and raised his hand to take a look.

At some point, the palm prints were twisted into a line of text: "Kochen Ancher, come to the Stone Tower Town Church."

The Duke was stunned as he stared at the clear skin marks. He called to the butler and said strangely, "Forget about Viren Pearl. I have to go to another appointment. Prepare a car for me and find a gift box!"

In the western suburbs of Jinbei City, on the cape outside the town, the lighthouse is bright.

A peregrine falcon flew over the sea and flew lightly into the small window. In the light, it transformed into the appearance of a wizard. He slowly stretched his arms and legs, greeted the little seagull, and then sat down at the table, took a tincture, and pulled a book from the shelf to read and study.

The pen slid across the notebook paper, making a scratching sound, and the night was still long.

(End of this chapter)