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"It's all Loki's fault! Once we recover, we must bring Lord Ciel back and free him from this misery!"

Not long after, Lily, accompanied by representatives of her clan, arrived at the shop that stocked "prosthetic limbs".

There are many types of prosthetics, and just by dividing them into precision and destructive types, there are seven or eight categories.

"We have basic prosthetics for poor families, costing only 10 falies, as well as high-end magical gauntlets worth tens of millions of falies for advanced adventurers."

Lily pointed to the prosthetic limbs that were simply for support; the "Power Shoes" (prosthetic legs) that were suitable for the middle class and could change their amplification attributes at any time, with amplification ability enchantments; and the external armor that could be a great help even to first-level adventurers.

“Our funds are paid from the Loki Familia’s compensation, so everyone can choose a magical prosthetic limb that costs around 100 million falies.” Lily chuckled and pulled a huge box from the warehouse.

She dragged two enormous metal gauntlets, each as tall as her, out of the box: "Like this one!"

Lily buried her small hand into the sensor inside the boxing glove. Magic surged, and a sophisticated mechanical sound rang out. An exoskeleton climbed onto Lily's shoulder, and she lifted the boxing glove, which weighed several hundred pounds, and slammed it into a test iron stake on the side of the shop.

With a thud——

The machine spewed out hot air, and a huge fist-shaped imprint appeared on the iron stake, forcefully pushing it back several meters.

"hiss--"

The adventurers gasped in shock:

"what is this?"

"His strength has surpassed that of a typical level 2!"

What are adventurers worried about? Besides the sturdiness of the prosthetic limbs, the remaining concern is strength. Without the blessing of a divine favor, a prosthetic limb can only serve as a substitute for an ordinary arm, and it is certainly not as effective as the original arm in combat.

However, Arcadia's prosthetics seem to have achieved this.

Lily then took out another, more exquisite and smaller gauntlet, nested it into her arm, and raised it to fire a magic bullet.

"This is the magic gauntlet. It can use magic stones and its own magic power as energy to unleash a cannon shot equivalent to a level 2 spell."

She opened the mechanism on her gauntlet, removed the shattered magic stone, and then inserted a slightly larger magic stone. A device that automatically cut the magic stone appeared on the gauntlet, cutting it into the appropriate size and swallowing it into the gauntlet.

"The underground city is full of replaceable resources, so there's no need to worry about it running out of energy."

As she spoke, Lily sighed, "The downside is that magical artifacts are too intricate. If they encounter a fierce battle and the main body is hit hard, they can easily be damaged. You are all experienced adventurers, so you understand what an accident in battle means. Therefore, the equipment used by ordinary adventurers still needs improvement."

But these adventurers who lost arms and legs were different...

The adventurers laughed: "Why would we care about that? Prosthetics are easy to break if they get hit, so they're perfect for us!"

The key point is that this is war reparations from the Loki Familia, which originally belonged to "noname," but now it's practically free! Why not take it if it's free?

Lily smiled too.

The durability of these things developed by Fels is absolutely guaranteed. Don't you see that she herself has used them for decades or even centuries without any major problems?

Moreover, the cost of the magic cannon is much cheaper than imagined. The main reason is that the price of super-hard metal is expensive, and the labor cost is negligible because there is a complete production line.

What's more, since it's Loki's Familia that's paying, Lily can also get these adventurers to give her a great opportunity to advertise.

This time, they not only swindled Loki out of his money, but also created even greater value from it.

I've won twice, and I'm completely numb to it!

Chapter 370 Competitors

Inside the shop, the adventurers were selecting items that suited their needs.

Lily patiently explained the effects of various magical items. In addition to the magical prosthetic limbs that Lily had shown before, the caliber of the magical cannons she had stockpiled could be upgraded, and there were also versions with level 3 and even level 4 power.

Lily even brought out a magical exoskeleton. It was a huge metal construct that resembled a skeleton, a product of the combined wisdom of ergonomics and dynamics.

After activating its magic, it can manifest a purple, skull-shaped energy field, which Ciel affectionately calls Mini Susanoo.

Lily, carrying an exoskeleton, hoisted two massive 50cm-caliber cannons onto her shoulders. She didn't fire them, but merely gave the adventurers a brief demonstration.

She really liked the exoskeleton. Compared to Finana, Lily seemed more suited to developing into a heavy firearms master. Naturally able to carry more equipment and gadgets, she could maximize the power of "firearms".

Despite Lily's enthusiastic sales pitch, the top-of-the-line exoskeleton and magical cannon failed to sell.

The reason is simple: it's too expensive, exceeding the adventurers' budget.

Currently, even the best magical prosthetic limbs in Arcadia don't cost 100 million Fali; they value their future more.

However, Lily was not discouraged. The prosthetic limbs were sold to specific groups, and a series of packages and benefits such as "emergency automatic repair equipment", "lifetime after-sales insurance", and "trade-in" were launched.

They easily squeezed the adventurers' total budget of 200 billion, and the actual cost of the goods they took was less than 10 billion...

'First, raise the price of the stockpiled goods by 30%, then sell them at an 80% discount. See, they'll thank us!'

Feeling the weight of their newly acquired arms and legs, the adventurers bowed deeply and said, "Thank you so much, Boss Lily!"

"Not at all, not at all. It's all what everyone deserves. Our Arcadia Merchant Guild never mistreats a hero!"

Lily rubbed her hands together, watching with satisfaction as Fells' inventory was cleared out, her eyes filled with thoughts of Farley.

Just as the host and guests were enjoying themselves...

"Whoa... Where did this brat merchant come from? You dare to sell prosthetics so casually? Do you even have a medical license? Tsk, judging by the quality of your goods, there's no guarantee of quality, and they'll rust easily... Hmph~, I reckon they'll be useless after just two days because the mechanism gets stuck."

An old man with a pipe in his mouth, a full head of white hair, and dressed in a pure white bishop's robe strolled over.

"Hey, are you really willing to buy this stuff from a dubious merchant whose identity even the God of God doesn't know?"

Lily put her hands on her hips: "What do you mean 'suspicious guy'? Our Arcadia is a legitimate business! Don't bully us just because the 'boss' is temporarily away!"

"Lord Dean Catherine! How rude of you!" The young saintess followed behind the old god, bowing apologetically to Lily, then changed the subject:

"However, it is indeed inappropriate to sell products that have not undergone quality testing and medical evaluation. After all, it concerns the lives of customers, so please consider this carefully."

Lily was about to retort...

“Miss Teyazanare, what you’re saying is unfair.”

Behind the old god, the brown-haired dog-woman girl hurriedly pulled the blue-haired handsome god along.

"Oh, Dean, what a coincidence," Mihe greeted.

"Gulp..." Dean Kate's face stiffened, and she turned her head away: "I have no reason to bump into a poor wretch like you! Go away—"

With her hands on her hips and a smug look on her face, Naza said, "You guys just think... someone else stole your monopoly business, so you came here specifically to cause trouble, right..."

Amid pouted, "Miss Orichis, you too, right? Business with elixirs hasn't been good lately, has it? Could you be here to spy on us?"

Naza wagged her tail and said in her usual lazy voice, "Tsk tsk... we... we're here to shop properly..."

Naza held the paper bag in her arms, revealing the various types of medicinal herbs inside.

"The variety of elixirs in Arcadia is beyond my imagination. There are many formulas we've never seen before, and the prices are surprisingly low..."

Mich looked at Lily with a friendly smile and said, "To put it bluntly, we're here to learn from your experience. Also, we'd like to discuss the possibility of consigning our goods in Arcadia."

“Goo… Mih!” Dean Kate blew his beard. “Are you targeting me?”

He had just criticized Arcadia when Mihe immediately started fawning over him. This was completely going against him!

The rivalry between Mihe and Deankat has continued from the heavens to the mortal realm.

Mich was more concerned with saving the world and helping people. The elixirs he researched were mainly for ordinary adventurers, and he often distributed them to poor adventurers on the streets.

Dean Cate is a pure businessman and capitalist; he would raise the price of goods as high as possible, think about marketing models, and increase sales.

Perhaps it is precisely because of the difference in their values ​​that they have formed such diametrically opposed attitudes.

But Lily wants to say, you guys are all too sweet.

Times have changed.

In Fels' "Automated Elixir Production Workshop," as long as the materials are put in, bottles of elixirs can be automatically "blended" and bottled. The production efficiency is dozens or even hundreds of times that of you, the manual practitioners, which is completely incomparable.

Moreover, countless Palu (monsters) collect dungeon materials for us.

In the pharmaceutical industry, Arcadia has an absolute price advantage, and no amount of suppression can change that; that's the power of industry!

Lily sneered, "I have confidence in our products. If you have any objections, please become our customer first, just like Lord Mich over there."

Dean Kate, enraged, pulled out a gleaming silver prosthetic limb from the bag on her back: "Hmph, I refuse to believe that for the same price, your prosthetic limbs are better than ours?! How can this crudely made, inferior product by amateurs compare to our prosthetic limbs?"

Under Dean Cate's control, the prosthetic fingers move flexibly, performing a variety of precise movements.

Dean Kate sneered, "How about that? They can even concoct elixirs with these! Your lumps of iron can't do it!"

Lily rolled her eyes, put her hands on her hips, and complained, "Our products weren't designed for flexibility from the very beginning, were they?"

Dean Kate seemed to have found a handle on him: "So, you're admitting it's not okay?"

The adventurers glanced at their massive mechanical arms, clapped their fists together, and said fairly, "For adventurers, as long as it doesn't hinder the fight, it's fine, right? Besides, I'm very satisfied with the power!"

Another elven mage, wearing magical gauntlets, said, "As long as you can hold the staff and transmit your spiritual power, that's enough. It can also protect yourself when necessary. Ordinary prosthetics can't do that, right?"

"Gulp, you ignorant fools!" Dean Kate spat, "How can you live and eat with that stuff! You can barely survive on it, so why do you still pursue so-called power?!"

“Tsk tsk tsk.” Lily waved her hand: “You’ve got one thing wrong, Lord Dean Kate.”

"More than being unable to take care of themselves, they should be worried about holding their companions back!"

and……

Chapter 371 The Medical Clan Crushed by Industry

“We do have the most sophisticated prosthetics!” Lily returned to the warehouse, pushed out a dusty crate, opened it, and quietly placed a pile of pure silver metal arms under the oilcloth.

Whether it's the distinct finger bones or the metal circuits that connect like nerves, they all foreshadow the pinnacle of "magic".

"It's not that we don't have them, but that Orario simply doesn't have anyone who can afford such a prosthetic limb that can even enhance the creation of magical items and make things twice as efficient."

“This…this is impossible!” Dean Kate looked at the creation before her that far surpassed that of her own clan and took a step back in fear.

"Who built this?"

"How could anyone in the world specifically research such a heaven-defying contraption for a cripple? It's made entirely of mithril, with construction circuitry and magic amplification runes. This isn't a prosthetic limb; it's a staff! They're insane! They can't possibly recoup the costs of doing this!"

These were originally the limbs that Fels made for his skeletal body. The prosthetic arms could transmit magic power with 200% accuracy and fit perfectly into all magical gauntlets. He also used these prosthetics when making magical items, and their flexibility and stability were comparable to that of a surgeon wielding a scalpel.