My health recovery is incredibly fast.

The doll's skin and appearance are like a real person, only shrunk to the size of a palm. Upon closer inspection, Hermst's face can be vaguely seen.

“This blood demon created this flesh golem.” Rexor noticed Shazo’s curious gaze, explained, and then continued:

"I need to fuse it with the puppet and then seal it. Do you have any potent poison on you? Only those at the proficiency level or above will work."

Xia Zuo took out an iron box. "How about a sample of my homemade, skilled-level elemental toxin? Perfect quality."

“Perfect.” Rexol lifted the lid of the tin box with one hand. “Any more? The more the better.”

Three more iron boxes appeared in front of the bald man. Xia Zuo felt a little heartache, hoping that the four doses of elemental toxins could be recovered.

During his final year at the academy, he created five portions of elemental toxins for refining powder, and now only one portion remains in his alchemy pouch.

"Can we ask Master Adanavados and Professor Allen for help?" Xia Zuo looked at the wall on his left. There were eight guest rooms on the airship, and no one had come out of the remaining guest rooms.

"What they're trying to seal is also quite troublesome; it's best not to disturb them."

The bald man shook his head and pointed to the door. "You go out first, and come back in when I call you. Go and settle your companions in. We need to stay in the room until my companions arrive."

"Yes, Master." Xia Zuo patted the stiff muscles in his legs, and hopped out while holding onto the wall.

Anru was pulled back to her room by Sylvia. There was no one else in the corridor, and Xia Zuo leaned on the bay window, looking out at the scene.

There were no flying objects known as the Otherworldly Watchers, but many small airships floated in the surrounding sky, escorting the transoceanic airships.

The small airship has many propellers. There are a pair of propellers arranged vertically on each of the four sides of the airbag, and four pairs at the tail of the pod. The wind generated by the propellers has a flowing blue light, which seems to be due to the addition of a unique magic circle to achieve faster flight speed.

The pilot of the small airship, wearing round-framed flight goggles and a round leather cap, waved two fingers at Xia Zuo through the cockpit glass.

Xia Zuo responded by waving his right arm and releasing a detection spell, trying to see if the other party was an ordinary person or a mage.

Unfortunately, the distance to the driver was too great, and the detection technique failed to provide any feedback.

Xia Zuo went into his room with some regret, spent a few minutes comforting his girlfriend, thanked Sylvia for taking care of her, and finally returned to wait outside the bald man's room.

"Come in, Shazo!" Rexor shouted.

The hourglass filled with red sand disappeared, and a doll bound by metal chains appeared in the center of the magic circle.

The doll's head and limbs were secured with heavy shackles, and its facial features were covered by a seamless metal mask. Spell patterns shimmering with four colors covered the entire doll and its chains.

The bald man cast a curse of decay with his left hand and held a gleaming dagger in his right.

"Pfft." The dagger tip pierced the gap in the chain, leaving a bloodless hole in the doll's body.

"Same as always, we change shifts every three hours. But you have to be careful, every few seconds you have to stab the doll with the dagger to make sure the wound doesn't heal."

Rexol drew another dagger from his waist and handed it over, emphasizing, "Make sure you don't let the wound heal."

“Yes, Master.” Xia Zuo sat down and tossed the dagger around in his hand.

"You rest for an hour, then take over for me." The bald man said, picking up the dagger and stabbing the doll again.

There was no trace of elemental toxins around the magic circle, so they must have been stuffed into the doll's body... Xia Zuo examined the excessively bloated doll's belly and entered a deep meditation.

After spending three days in Rexol's room.

A cold-faced man walked into the room. A red and white striped headband was wrapped around his forehead. His face was tense, his arms crossed, and he spoke in a detached tone:

"Hey, Leto, wake up. Is life in the Western Continent too comfortable, making you feel old, or have you really gotten old to the point that you've made yourself look so disheveled?"

"Bullshit, Serret. Come and lend a hand."

Rexor glared at the other person with eyes as still as dead water, and said irritably, "If you knew what the Church of the Otherworldly Demons had done in the Western Continent, I bet your eyes would be as wide as dead fish."

The cold-faced man known as Serret rubbed his chin and glanced in the direction of the next room. "No wonder the old fogies of the alchemy school don't have time to deal with you."

He tilted his chin at Xia Zuo, who was looking at him, and said, "Kid, sit over there."

Xia Zuo shifted his numb buttocks and sat down against the wall.

Serrit's Curse of Decay was powerful; the color and size of the mark were much more intense than Rexor's, completely covering the puppet. Even the dagger couldn't be used, and the puppet's wounds stopped healing.

Rexol smiled with relief. "I'll leave the next few days to you."

He looked at Shazo. "This is my companion. He always thinks he's a cold-blooded guy, ha, he's not much different from me. Seret is his name in the Fourth Age. You can call him Seretus."

"Greetings, Master Serites, I am Xia Zuo." Xia Zuo sat cross-legged and bowed humbly.

“A delicate-skinned alchemist, you’re the new support personnel?” Serites looked the other person up and down, “You’re not bad, at least Letho didn’t kick you out.”

Serites pulled four metal boxes from his pocket. "Here, this is compensation for the elemental toxins you've received."

He turned to the bald man opposite him and asked, "What happened in the Western Continent? Tell me in detail."

Rexor gave Shazo a look.

Xia Zuo understood, put away the metal box, and quickly left, returning directly to his room.

Chapter 44 A New Home

Inside the cabin of the airship.

Anru lay on the bed fully clothed, meditating.

After showering and changing into clean clothes, Xia Zuo lay down on the bed and used a calming meditation technique to enter a deep state of meditation.

Having not had a proper rest for many days, Xia Zuo still felt tired when he woke up 6 hours later.

After exchanging a few words with Anruer, who was sitting on the edge of the bed with a gentle gaze, he entered into deep meditation again.

In the following days, Shazo was not summoned by Rexor and was able to enjoy the view of the Silvermoon Federation from his room.

The Silvermoon Federation has a vast coastline, covering almost the entire western coast of the Eastern Continent.

This led to an unparalleled economic boom.

Near the coast, ships with one to three enormous funnels sail slowly. From the air, these behemoths to passengers and sailors appear as small toys that can be easily picked up.

Anru looked down and muttered to herself about the steam engine knowledge described in the book.

The airship quickly arrived over inland airspace.

In well-planned cities, flat-roofed buildings are the most common, standing close to flat and wide streets.

Horse-drawn carriages drove through the streets, and street vendors used handcarts as mobile stalls. Above them were long ropes connecting the windows on both sides of the street, filled with white shirts, trousers, and vests.

Occasionally, a four-wheeled car emitting white steam would drive by on the road, and the two people sitting inside would leisurely enjoy the attention of passersby.

This is how the Silvermoon Federation defines energy.

The heat generated from the combustion of combustibles, and the steam produced by heating boilers, belong to Category 2 energy. Most areas within the Federation rely solely on this type of energy, or energy sources ranked lower.

The energy released by elements is a type 1 energy source.

The researchers working at the Energy Research Institute are all alchemists of the elemental representation discipline and mages of the energy shaping school.

Their primary responsibility is to research and iterate on devices for the stimulation and storage of Type I energy.

"Honey, look at that building over there."

Anru pressed herself against the window and looked down, interrupting Xia Zuo's thoughts.

Xia Zuo looked over upon hearing the sound and saw a tall building of more than 20 stories suddenly appear among a group of low buildings. It stood at the crossroads, as tall and majestic as a king looking down at his subjects.

A rough comparison suggests that the airship's current flight altitude is roughly equivalent to the rooftop of a 40-story building, allowing it to take in the entire coastal city.

The endless rows of buildings, the huge billboards on the rooftops, the flamboyant advertising text and the ostentatious pictures.

Customers enjoy afternoon tea in the shade of an awning at a café…

The scene before him, resembling a modern metropolis, gave Xia Zuo the illusion that he was no longer in a strange otherworld, but had arrived in a city from a hundred years ago in his previous life.

This familiar, urban atmosphere stirred up deep-seated thoughts, and Xia Zuo's vision blurred.

Perhaps in another hundred years, a modern city, exactly the same as the one in the previous life, will appear on this land.

By then...

Whether or not I can find my way home is no longer important.

"Darling, what's wrong?" Anru wiped away her lover's tears with a handkerchief.

“It’s nothing. I’m just so glad you came to the Eastern Continent with me.” Xia Zuo held her hand and gazed into her eyes. “We will live well in the Silver Moon Federation. I have a feeling that way.”

...

The airship arrived at its destination, Poseidon, the capital and largest city of Mackinac, the day after it entered the inland region.

Shazo, Anru, Sylvia, and two masters of the Witcher school will disembark here, while the rest will continue their journey by airship to the Mage Temple located deep inland.

Transoceanic airships are too large, making it very difficult to take off again after landing.

Located in the heart of downtown Poseidon, a sky bridge extends outward from the building. Xia Zuo followed the group off the airship and along the sky bridge to the top floor of the building.

The long corridor behind us narrows inwards, turning into a tightly closed metal door. Through the windows on the door, we can see the airship's majestic departure.

Anru was to bid farewell to her lover here and follow Sylvia to the first floor to wait.

Sylvia pulled her into the elevator, pressed the button for the first floor, manually closed the gate, and the elevator moved smoothly downwards.

Xia Zuo and the two demon hunters remained where they were.

They were greeted by a man dressed in a dark gray suit, wearing square-framed glasses, with his slicked-back hair meticulously styled and styled with hairspray, and two nasolabial folds around his mouth.

"Thank you for escorting the Blood Demon, Master Rexor and Master Seretus. I have already arranged for the incubation tank to seal it."

The man with the slicked-back hair stepped forward, greeted the Demon Hunter Master, and extended his right hand to Xia Zuo:

“Hello, Shazo. I am Rand Vickers, you can call me Vickers.”

Vickers pointed to his name tag. "I'm the supervisor, responsible for coordinating and arranging the daily work of the Poison Research Institute and the action team. Let's seal the Blood Demon first, and then I'll take you to the Poison Alchemy Lab."

"nice to meet you."

Xia Zuo reached out and shook hands with the other person, and casually cast a detection spell to check Vix's template - a formal mage with 35 points of spirit attribute.

The absence of small, glowing dots representing resistance on Vickers indicates that he possesses an elemental body.

Xia Zuo could not be sure whether the information fed back by the detection technique was entirely true.

Rexor and Ceres carried a large iron box together, while the bald man urged from the side, "Lead the way, Vickers. Time is of the essence; the puppet's flesh and blood are almost used up."

“Please follow me.” Vickers led the way, half a step ahead, and gestured to the two elemental servants at the end of the corridor to open the door.