Otherworld Bone Dragon Operation Guide

Chapter 317 Stacy's Request
In the afternoon, Eunice began to reorganize the personnel. She disbanded the largest structural construction department, reorganized the remaining staff into three shifts, and assigned various duties on board.

Experienced team members were dispersed and assigned to various classes, forming a wide range of "mentor-mentee" pairs.

Because Su Ming had previously reassigned a small portion of his staff, Yunier reorganized the organization. This also provided an opportunity for more members to become familiar with modern equipment and concepts.

At the same time, the installation of the MK-71 naval gun on the bow of the ship has also officially begun.

Thanks to the preservation of the overall structure during the disassembly from the White Triangle, the installation of this heavy artillery was simplified to the greatest extent possible.

Dozens of mages worked together, chanting a levitation spell. The heavy cannon, bound to the skeletal support structure, slowly rose in the arcane light. A group of undead below struggled to push, pry, lift, and push, the metal gun mount colliding with the deck with a low, muffled thud.

After multiple angle adjustments, this steel monster finally landed precisely on its base.

During the process, more than a dozen zombies were unfortunately crushed by the tilting cannon barrel. After a moment of silence, the necromancers reassembled the remains of the injured zombies into skeleton soldiers—these newly formed skeletal laborers were immediately thrown into the work of supporting and reinforcing the cannon mounts.

They would sometimes even break off ribs to use as raw materials.

Su Ming was already used to construction sites like this, sites that would make even Earth's capitalists bow down in awe. His main job was to modernize this artillery piece: adding a gun-aiming radar and an intelligent fire control system.

After the gun-laying radar was installed, he went to the bridge and found a location with a wide field of view to begin initializing the fire control system and establishing the data link between the radar, the servo system, and the automatic loader.

When Su Ming finished a phase of his work, Stacy appeared behind him and handed him a cup of hot coffee.

"Thank you!" Su Ming was slightly surprised. "Aren't you busy over there? I see you still sending the wounded over from time to time."

Despite being extraordinary individuals, the trainees were quite reckless in their work and lacked basic common sense. For example, during previous engine room operations, some people would try to press the steam button with their bare hands—in many people's eyes, it was just "steam coming out of boiling water."

“It’s alright,” Stacy replied. “The medical team is well-staffed. The wolfsbane medicine formula you provided is very effective; the eczema of over 90% of the trainees has subsided.” She smiled as she spoke. “This morning, someone even asked if they could prepare more to use as a moisturizer.”

"...This stuff is poisonous if used in excess," Su Ming said with a wry smile.

“In the necromancer’s concept, everything is poisonous,” Stacy replied.

Su Ming lowered his head and sipped his coffee.

Stacy sat down nearby and picked up another cup of coffee, and a moment of silence fell between them.

Su Ming glanced at Stacy beside him, pondered for a moment, and then asked:
"You came to see me because there's something you want to say?"

"Is it that obvious?" Stacy retorted.

"otherwise?"

Stacy hesitated for a moment, then made up her mind and said, "I've come to ask you something. Is there any way to get rid of Theodore, the commander of the Temple of Light?"

"It's hard to say," Su Ming replied immediately. He had already studied Theodore's battle history and made several contingency plans. "This man is extremely cautious. Even if we win the battle, it will be difficult to capture or kill him alive." Both Dimit, whom they had encountered before, and Theodore before them, were masters of caution. Otherwise, they probably wouldn't be alive today, let alone have the opportunity to confront Su Ming.

“When I was in the Divine Prison, my situation was mostly quite good, after all, I had enough value.” Stacy suddenly changed the subject, “But one day, a high-ranking official from the temple came to visit and specifically asked to see me by name.”

"Is this Theodore?" Su Ming asked.

“Yes.” Stacy nodded in confirmation. “I was brought before him, and then Theodore dismissed everyone else, leaving only the two of us.”

Su Ming felt a chill run down his spine and subconsciously looked at Stacy.

As the medical scholar recounted these events, his face maintained an almost anatomical calm and precision.

Stacy's appearance wasn't strikingly beautiful, but she possessed a refined and gentle charm. She was slender, her grey-brown curly hair neatly tied in a bun at the back of her head, and her gaze behind her gold-rimmed glasses was calm and serene. Although she was actually over fifty, her extraordinary qualities blurred the erosion of time, leaving only a few faint lines at the corners of her eyes, as if imbued with knowledge; she resembled a pale yellow ginkgo leaf.

“I’m sorry to hear this.” Su Ming’s voice deepened, his knuckles unconsciously tapping the edge of the control panel. “I know what to do.”

He never intended to show any mercy to these disgusting temple officials.

Stacy seemed slightly surprised. "What do you have to apologize for?"

After asking the question, she immediately understood Su Ming's misunderstanding. "Wait! It's not what you think. Theodore, he doesn't have that ability."

Seeing Su Ming's confused expression, she added, "Theodore is also a patient with hair loss."

Su Ming instantly understood—hair loss meant that Zi Jin's hair regrowth technique, which was specifically designed to ensnare the Divine Covenant Sect, must have already disarmed him.

"Then what does he want with you?" Su Ming was even more puzzled, and had even gone to dismiss everyone around him. Could it be that Theodore wanted to play some—

"To get medical treatment," Stacy said matter-of-factly. "Why else would a man who holds power but can't bring himself to talk about his hidden illness go to a famous doctor?"

"OK, please continue." Su Ming raised his hands in a gesture of surrender.

“At that time, I was heartbroken and had already decided to die.” Stacy’s gaze fell on a point in the void. “Theodore deliberately ran into me, and I thought it wouldn’t hurt to take a high-ranking member of the temple down with me. So I told him I could cure him, and drew up a seemingly ordinary list of alchemical materials… and then I concocted them into a potent poison.”

After a moment's thought, Su Ming quickly deduced the next steps based on the information at hand: "Given Theodore's personality, he used prisoners to test drugs, right?"

Stacy nodded, very lightly, but her fingertips dug into her palm. "I immediately admitted it was poison, but Theodore forced it down Borgis's throat right in front of me. I watched him vomit blood and slowly die."

She took a deep breath, the air seemingly carrying the smell of rust. "Borgis... he was the only person I could still talk to in that stagnant, hopeless prison. Afterwards, they hung me up and whipped me for three days and three nights. Unfortunately, the Divine Might Prison couldn't bring themselves to kill me, after all, I still had value."

Stacy stood up, sighed, and said, "Ironically, this pain made me start thinking about how to take revenge on these people, and temporarily forgot my desire to die—until your rescue came like a miracle."

(End of this chapter)