Cowper climbed out of bed; his prosthetic leg had been removed.
He already had mobility issues due to the loss of a leg. In addition, he had barely gone out for exercise in the past two years, causing his muscles to atrophy and making it difficult for him to move without help.
The room he was in was simply decorated and quite spacious.
Without any restraints on his body, Cowper moved himself to the door. As soon as he pushed it open, he saw his servant coming from the other end of the corridor with a tray of water and food in his hands.
Cowper quickly returned to his room and leaned back against his bed. He didn't want anyone to see his miserable state. When the servants entered, his face darkened. "Where is this?"
The servant was already accustomed to his temper and calmly put down what he was holding. "This is Sunset City, the home of a friend of the Duke."
Cooper closed his eyes and took a deep breath, then looked at his servant, opened his mouth to say something, but lowered his head.
After a long period of deliberation, he finally managed to utter only one sentence: "When can I go back?"
After losing a leg, he didn't even have the ability to leave on his own. At the critical moment, he was at the mercy of others, unable to even say angrily, "I'll go back on my own."
"They say we have to wait four more days." The servant poured water for Cowper.
After Duke Nelson arrived in Sunset City, he drove directly to the treatment station. At that time, Cowper was still in a coma.
After looking at Cowper's reload, the priest in the healing station said that the cooldown time for casting the limb regeneration spell is 7 days, and asked them to go back in 4 days.
"What's going on this time? Do they want a conversion or a large sum of money?"
The servant wasn't entirely optimistic about this matter, but he couldn't possibly interfere with the Duke's decision. "It's said there's no need to convert, but the Duke has donated quite a bit of money..."
Cooper chuckled faintly, "It doesn't even sound right that you don't even need to change your faith." As everyone knows, only by placing your faith in a designated deity can you receive complete protection from Him. Otherwise, the effect will drop by 30-50%.
"Did you bring me my book?"
"I brought it." The servant rummaged for a long time and handed a crimson book to Cowper.
"I heard some good news on the way," the servant said, "It is said that Dunba is going to publish a new book."
"Really?" Cowper's gloomy face finally brightened a little. "Is it a sequel?"
“It’s said to be a new work.”
"I've definitely come at the right time." Cowper flipped open the book in his hand. Dunbar's new books always sell out quickly upon release. And since he seems to have lived in Sunset City for a long time, his works are always released there first. If you want to buy them in the capital, you'll have to wait at least a month.
"Wait, what about the sequel to the previous one..."
…
Night, treatment station.
Eryi is organizing the information of the injured registered today. There have been 45 consultations for limb regeneration treatment, and 5 treatment numbers have been released.
She hadn't announced the specific cost of this treatment yet. She had originally considered charging 100 gold coins or even 100 mana coins per use for a skill with a seven-day cooldown, which wouldn't be excessive.
The people who came from all over the world gave extremely high estimates to the price of this skill. Not to mention anything else, Duke Nelson from the capital directly donated 100 magic coins to ensure that his son's treatment queue would not be cut in line.
The donation money is different from the medical fee deposit. Once you give it, you don't expect it to be returned.
There was more than one person who did the same thing. Even before using the skill, the healing station had already received more than two hundred magic coins in unnamed donations.
It has to be said that these wealthy people are willing to spend a lot of money to restore themselves or their families to normal.
"What should I do..." Eryi thought for a while, wrote a letter and sent it to Bernice who was in the royal capital.
Royal capital, Maria Temple.
Bernice had just finished dealing with the problem of the new priest. It was getting late, so she prepared to return to the castle to rest.
A familiar bird flew into the room, perched on her desk, and lifted its feet toward her.
Bernice raised her carefully groomed eyebrows. "She seems to be sending me letters more often than before. I really wish she could rely on me more..."
After reading the contents of the letter, Bernice remained silent for a long time.
The housekeeper walked forward with a little concern and poured her a cup of tea.
"Look." Bernice handed the letter to the housekeeper. "I underestimated her."
"Even without me, Maria's name can spread to every corner of the continent."
"This proves that I have a good eye, doesn't it?" Bernice quickly adjusted herself and wrote two letters, one sent back to Sunset City, and the other sent abroad.
"Remember last time she asked me the price of dragon crystal?"
"How much money do I have left to spend?"
Mowak is a small to medium-sized country with a territory only one-fifth of the empire.
Hansen is a citizen of Mowak and a third-level elemental magician. Although he does not look old, he is actually over eighty years old.
It was common for a third or fourth level magician to live for more than two hundred years, and it was not surprising that high level magicians lived even longer.
When he was young, Hansen was extremely talented and was once hailed as a genius rarely seen in a century in Mowak.
He became a third-rank elemental mage at the young age of thirty-four, an achievement that is rare even in the entire Nadus continent.
That same year, he joined the Royal Magic Corps in Morwak and participated in a medium-sized campaign.
The location of the Kingdom of Mowak is not good, as one side of the border is next to a large monster habitat.
This place can produce a lot of rich products for Mowak, allowing them to maintain their unique position on the continent. However, it also brings a lot of instability to them.
Warcraft Riot.
Hansen lost both of his hands in a Warcraft rampage.
As a highly respected magician, he soon acquired his own prosthetic limbs. However, prosthetic limbs were still prosthetic limbs, and their choppy magic function meant that he could not advance in his magic rank from the day he lost his hands.
In his youth, he had offended a certain religious priest, and thus was unable to obtain the help of the God of Light. He had also tried various methods to regenerate his hands, but apart from making the prosthetic limbs more flexible and closer to normal, he still could not make his magic function normally.
That day, he received a letter from the empire, and the sender was the niece of one of his friends.
"A letter from Bernice? That's really rare." Hansen had some impression of her. She had an extremely outstanding affinity with holy elements and was sought after by various major churches, but in the end she chose to marry an unknown person.
After opening the letter, Hansen's expression became increasingly strange. He picked up the envelope and repeatedly examined the coat of arms on it, trying to confirm the writer's identity.
Excluding some tedious greetings and pleasantries, the content of the letter can be roughly summarized as follows: I have found a way to restore your hands. Please go to the healing station across from the Adventurers' Guild in Sunset City and seek out the priestess serving Maria, named Eryi. She can help you as soon as possible.
"Maria? That's a name I've never heard of."
"Sunset City... I haven't been there in a while." Hansen thought for a moment, picked up his wand, and began packing his luggage. As a magician who had once served in the Royal Magic Corps, he had documents that allowed him to enter and exit the country freely.
As long as he has enough coins and uses the teleportation array, he can go on a trip at any time.
…
The teleportation fee from Mowak to Sunset City cost 28 gold coins, but Hansen showed no regret. Even if an eighty-year-old magician lost his hands, he still had plenty of money.
After walking out of the teleportation hall, he found that there seemed to be many people on the road going in the same direction as him, which was a very rare thing.
The adventure guild in each city will be built in a relatively low-cost location, and people who are willing to use the teleportation array to travel between cities will never go to these places frequently.
The landmarks in Sunset City are clearly made, and the location of the Adventure Guild is easy to find.
——Treatment station.
Across from the Adventurers' Guild stood a large sign, and it looked quite lively inside. Hansen spotted several of the people who had left the teleportation hall with him. There were also several magic apprentices and even magicians in this healing inn.
This is a very strange thing. As we all know, magicians don't like to hang out with ordinary people, and they extremely hate to associate with priests.
As soon as he walked through the door of the treatment station, Hansen felt that this place was unusual. The staff were well-organized, and the adventurers came and went, but they kept quiet.
Several magic apprentices were queuing up, seemingly selling or buying something.
The people I saw in the teleportation hall before were talking to a girl, who was patiently explaining something to them.
"How can I help you?" a teenager came up and asked Hansen.
"I want to find a priest of Maria named Eryi." Hansen thought about the instructions in the letter, and the conversation between several people next door came into his ears.
——"Is limb regeneration real?"
"How much does that cost?"
“When can it be carried out?”
Hansen began to wonder. He thought Bernice had found some secret treatment for him. But it sounded like a lot of people knew about it. This made the news more credible, but also significantly reduced his chances of receiving treatment.
— Limb regeneration: anyone who thinks about it would think that carrying out this treatment would be extremely cumbersome. It would require a large amount of materials, sacrifices, and years of preparation.
"She's not here right now. Is there something special you need from her? I can pass on a message for you." The boy observed Hansen's expression. There were two main types of people who came to the healing station: those who wanted to join the church, and those who wanted treatment. The boy felt that Hansen was the latter type. "If you need treatment services, you can check out our service sign."
To put it nicely, it's just a price list.
Seeing that several people next to him were speaking frankly, Hansen felt that he had nothing to hide: "I want to know about the regeneration of limbs."
"Okay, is it your family or friends who need help?"
"Myself."
"Two days later, at 2pm, is it convenient for you to come over?"
"Can."
A small magical wooden sign was placed in Hansen's hand, on which was written: 7.
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