Back on the cruise ship to Andel, Mooreban anxiously opened the door, looking for Carl.

Carl sat on the bed with his legs spread wide, looking at his master with a stern face.

"I lost contact with you for such a long time that you just remembered me. Why didn't you come a few days later? I would be home in a few days!"

Hearing his apprentice's sarcastic tone, Mooreban was not angry, but smiled and said:

"Ouch! This is not my fault. The Dragonmark Family launched a siege against the Emerald Claw and the Blood of Vol. Who would have thought that their leader would come here alone to launch a sneak attack? If the legendary druid of the Son of Winter hadn't accidentally discovered the dense negative energy here, this incident might not have been discovered for a while."

Wiping the sweat from his forehead, Mooreban looked overwhelmed.

Just then, a staff member came in from outside.

"Mr. Moore, this is the list of people we have rescued so far. Several of them are currently unconscious, and one is too seriously injured to be identified."

After taking the list and looking at it, Moore nodded and replied, "I understand."

Looking at his beloved disciple again, a hint of severity appeared on Mooreban's face.

"From now on, you must stay in the Eludon Field and Akanix and don't run around. I will let you go when your level as a machinist reaches level 9."

Even Mooreban has now realized that his beloved disciple is born with a disaster affinity. As long as he goes to a slightly unfamiliar environment, he will definitely encounter trouble.

The first time was the mind flayer, the second time was the lich, and Morban didn’t dare to imagine what he would encounter next.

But contrary to Moore's expectations, Carl did not resist his words at all, but nodded and agreed.

"Yeah, that's what I thought."

Afterwards, the master and the apprentice talked about what Carl encountered in the storm. When he heard that his apprentice had encountered a guy who was suspected of possessing the Dragon Mark of Death and killed him, Mooreban's expression suddenly twisted.

"Oh, by the way, disciple, I have to express my condolences to the victims on behalf of the Andel government. You take a rest first, I'll be back soon."

After saying that, Mooreban hurriedly left the room.

"Where is the person you mentioned who was so seriously injured that his identity could not be determined?"

As soon as he went out, Mooreban grabbed the staff member who had just come to report and asked.

"This way, Mr. Moore, but she looks really scary now, you'd better be mentally prepared."

Walking in front and leading the way, the staff and Moore's class soon arrived at Mitris's room.

As soon as the door was opened, the stench of rotting meat made the staff gag.

Mooreban walked into the room with a grim face and saw Mitris, who was almost no longer human.

"Didn't you use any healing potions on her? Why is she still so badly injured?"

Turning back and asking the staff, Mooreban took out a precious quality healing potion from his dimensional bag and fed it to Midris.

She watched with her own eyes as the potion flowed from the other person's throat into his stomach, but apart from causing his internal organs to move slightly a few times, there was no sign of healing anywhere else on Mitris's body.

"Well, it seems that you are not to blame. You go down first. This patient seems to have been harmed by some strange energy. I want to study it myself!"

"Okay! You're busy."

The staff were already frightened by Mooreban's attitude of accusing him of an offence. When they heard that Mooreban was trying to take the blame off of them again, they immediately fled.

Staring at Mitris, Morban asked in a deep voice, "Do you know that you are the holder of the Death Dragon Mark?"

After hearing the Death Dragon Mark, Mitris, who had been lying on the bed pretending to be dead, finally reacted.

A pair of eyes moved in the eye sockets whose eyelids had already fallen off, as if responding to Moore's class.

Her tongue, including her vocal cords, was on the verge of necrosis, and her eyesight was almost blind.

If she had known that this would be her fate, she felt that she would rather have died at that time.

Stroking his beard, Morban continued, "I have heard about you from my apprentice Carl. I never thought that another holder of the Death Dragon Mark would appear in this world. Tell the truth, do you want to live?"

When she heard Carl's name, Mitris's reaction was a little bigger.

She tried hard to look at Mooreben with her remaining eyesight until he seemed to have been engraved in her mind, and then she nodded with all her strength.

Mooreban smiled, but it was not his usual friendly smile. Instead, it was the kind of smile that a researcher would give when he discovered a good project.

"I will restore your ability to move, but how far you can go after that depends on your luck."

…

A day later, the cruise ship docked at the port of Andel, and the survivors were arranged to stay in a hotel in Fairhaven. A leader of the Storm Dragonmark family came back from the battlefield and compensated the survivors.

As expected of the Dragon Mark Family, which started out as a pirate. Although their attitude was not good, they gave too much.

After paying a sum that no one could refuse, the head of the family left.

But judging from his expression at the time, this guy would probably skin and dismember the guy who had arbitrarily transferred the communication dwarf and the early warning mage when he returns.

For this reason, they could only invest more resources in the battle against the Blood of Vol and the Emerald Claw to consolidate their family's position.

Military force, financial resources, heirs and the vision of the helmsman are important reference points for measuring the power of a family.

Since we have made mistakes in other areas this time, we can only show our skills in the simplest and most brutal areas.

It is foreseeable that there will be many more pirate captains speaking fluent Andelian dialect on the Thunder Sea in the south.

This incident left Carl's family, as well as Nia's family, with some psychological trauma about the seaside. After a brief gathering, both sides returned to their respective homes.

Throughout the summer vacation, Carl was exercising madly. He also went to the Qiyun Forest with the beastmen to hunt the violent beasts that were harming the countryside and forests, in order to accumulate his spirituality.

With such a schedule, the Nine-fold Path competition ended amid the cheers of many participants.

Soon, school started again at Akanix.

…

"Hey! Have you heard? The school plans to let us go to Akanix City to take over the school's strange machine workshop. The profits will be entirely at our disposal, but we have to pay the rent of the workshop every month."

In a third-grade classroom at the Tower of Magical Machinery, the nine remaining magicians were gathered together to discuss the school's plans for their future.

After all, some people were left behind in the final exam last semester, and several people at a time.

They will be kept in the second grade to continue their studies, but this has nothing to do with Carl for the time being.

"I would rather apply for the qualification to go to the dungeon. I heard from the seniors that hunting monsters to accumulate spiritual power is much faster than making magic items."

"Hey! Did you get 14 points on your IQ test? You're just at level 3 and you're already thinking about this. You're going crazy!"

"You are really a dog that can't spit out ivory. Maybe I am gifted and can be promoted directly?"

Just as everyone was talking about it, the third grade director walked in from outside.

The crowd that was originally gathered together to chat suddenly dispersed and found a place to sit down.

"Those whose names are called, please come to the front to receive the textbooks and the letter of appointment for the Wonder Machine Workshop. This semester, you will begin to actually experience the work of a normal Wonder Machine Workshop master. If there is anything you don't understand in the course, the teacher will explain it to you when you come back every weekend, Carl!"

Hearing his name, Carl stood up and walked to the front to receive his textbook and letter of authorization.

Several classmates who were on good terms with him immediately came over to take a look, and found that the workshop assigned to Carl was not very famous, and they couldn't help but feel sorry for him.

Several people were directly assigned to the largest workshop in the city of Akanix, and they jumped for joy.

But the head teacher looked at them with pity.

The assignment was completed and the head teacher left.

The idle crowd chatted for a few more words, and then decided to set off to visit their own strange machine workshop.

Carl had originally planned to do so, but before he could leave the teaching area, he was called back by Moore's class.

"Which workshop are you assigned to?"

As soon as they met, Mooreban asked directly about the unit to which Carl was assigned.

"It's a voodoo workshop. Initially, its business scope was mainly focused on alchemy potions."

Mooreban raised his eyebrows when he heard this.

This place is pretty good, neither too good nor too bad.

After telling Carl a few things to note about running a workshop, Moore's seemingly unintentional remarks turned to the war terracotta warriors.

"What do you think of the warforged modifications and prosthetics?"

"I don't have any opinion. I haven't had much contact with either of them. What's the matter?"

"Well, I've been developing combat prosthetics recently. As you know, prosthetic technology is derived from the armored division's arcane power armor, but it can't increase the user's strength, so..."

"Master, you don't want me to change the business scope of the voodoo workshop, do you?"

Seeing that his apprentice had revealed his thoughts in one sentence, Mooreban smiled awkwardly.

"You also know that your master was one of the rare machine masters who participated in the creation of the war terracotta warriors. Although all countries abolished the research institutions of that time and prohibited further research on the war terracotta warriors, but..."

"So you want to find another way to allow ordinary people or certain professionals to use prosthetics to improve their combat effectiveness? Hmm, okay, I'll study it then."

Carl agreed without any suspicion and left the Tower of Wonders to take up his post.

In Moore's exclusive laboratory, only a skeleton, internal organs and brain were left of Midris, floating in the nutrient solution, barely alive.

On the experimental table nearby, various mechanical prosthetic parts covered the surface.

(End of this chapter)