Karl ran out of the office quickly and closed the door.

There was silence inside the door, but not long after, the sound of people chanting teleportation spells could be heard.

"Come in, everyone's gone."

When the spell disappeared, Moore's calm voice was heard from the room.

"What are they doing here again?"

Like a naughty child complaining about his relatives coming to visit all the time, Carl frowned and walked back into the office.

Mooreban sighed and said:

"It's all your fault. Do you still remember your two brothers Benboba and Baboben? The fantasy drama they produced has been made into a video tape and is on sale. The kids love it very much."

This incident was far beyond Carl's expectations. He originally thought that this would at most cause some waves in the entertainment industry. Why did all the teachers in the college come to join in the fun?

"Then what are they doing here?"

Following the principle of asking when one does not understand, Carl directly asked his master the reason.

"Some time ago, several apprentice mages chose the School of Illusion directly after becoming mages. The School of Change and the School of Prophecy, who were originally more optimistic about them, asked them why, and they said they wanted to produce illusion plays in the future.

So, these people came over here, hoping that I could find someone to help them produce a fantasy play to promote their respective schools of thought.”

They said they wanted Moore to find someone, but in fact they were secretly trying to borrow Carl to work for them for free.

Mooreban would naturally not betray his apprentice for such a thing, so he had not agreed to their request even after talking to them until now.

"Why are you acting like a child?"

After muttering something, Carl didn't bother with the matter anymore, but took out the bionic material left by the slime monster from the dimensional bag.

"Master, take a look at this."

Putting the things on the table, Carl made a gesture of invitation.

Mooreban looked down and observed it carefully, then poked it with his hand.

"It's true. The touch is at least 80% similar to that of the human body. If we make skins for the war terracotta warriors, maybe we can make them disguise themselves as humans?"

However, Carl just smiled and said nothing about his master's evaluation.

"Superficial, isn't it? Come, Master! I'll open your eyes!"

After making a somewhat disrespectful remark to Mooreban, Carl used lightning traction, aiming at the bionic material on the table.

As soon as the tiny lightning touched the material, the bionic material that was originally spread out on the table suddenly shrank into a ball.

“Crash!”

Mooreban stood up from his chair excitedly, unaware that he had overturned the chair.

At this moment, all he could think about was how this bionic material responded to electrical energy.

"If this thing is made into the shape of muscle, wouldn't it be able to replace real muscle? Does this thing's reaction to electric current become more intense as the energy level of the current increases?"

While still asking Carl, Mooreban had already started the experiment himself.

And the fact is just as he thought, the response of this bionic material to electric current stimulation is positively correlated with the current intensity.

“How is this thing made?”

Looking at Carl with surprise, Mooreban felt that one of the best things he had done in his life was to accept such a disciple.

"Actually, it's just..."

After recounting the entire process of how he accidentally created this bionic material, Carl took out some materials from his dimensional bag and handed them to Mooreban.

Just picking up a few materials, Mooreban used his magical powers to create a prosthetic body made of bionic materials.

"Pah"

Mooreban disassembled his robotic arm prosthesis and then installed a new one.

A familiar yet unfamiliar numbing feeling came from the new prosthesis.

Mooreben stroked the tabletop with his new prosthetic limb, his expression becoming increasingly excited.

"I can feel it! And it's almost the same as a real arm!"

Looking at the new prosthesis in disbelief, Moore's eyes widened, as if he wanted to know immediately why this new material was like this.

But Carl couldn't answer this question for the time being. Nia's guess was: the slime monster and the petrified monster were both creations of the mutant demon. Maybe there was a chemical reaction between the two creations, which led to the birth of this thing.

Mooreban was not the kind of person who would ask questions to the bottom of every issue. Although he had memorized the method of making bionic materials, he only planned to explore the principles when he had time in the future.

'Ha! Maybe the Death Dragon Mark Family used this thing to reshape their bodies in the past! I remember that all the major families seemed to describe them as having skin that was too pale.'

After joking in his mind, Mooreban suddenly felt a flash of inspiration in his mind.

"Yes, maybe the holder of the Death Dragon Mark back then really solved the problem of body decay in this way!"

After thinking this through, Mooreban immediately became itchy.

"My dear disciple, is there anything else? Master, I have a new idea. Do you want to go with me to verify it?"

"No, you should just send me back. I'm not interested in the initial prosthetic experiments for now."

Thinking of what his master was researching recently, Carl politely declined.

Accompanied by Mooreban, Carl took the teleportation array back to the City Lord's Mansion of Akanix City.

That's how he got here just now, simple and quick.

After seeing Carl off, Mooreban immediately returned to his laboratory.

After asking No. 1 to notify the heads of each grade to help collect the meat of the petrified monster, he soon got a whole dimensional bag of meat.

Taking out the little bit of Kelkin mud monster that was left, he poured all the meat into it.

"What are you doing?"

Looking at the slime monster that grew from the size of a thumb to occupying an entire life-support chamber, Mitris felt a little curious.

"What's wrong with this old man?"

But just as she finished her complaints, she heard Mooreban excitedly say:

"This is for reshaping your body! Go lie down on the transformation table!"

Upon hearing the news, Mitris was controlled for two seconds.

Mooreban had tried to repair her body directly before, but the body that grew out would quickly decay again.

As a half-elf who was once beautiful, it would be a lie to say that she didn't want to become beautiful again.

But beauty only has a low priority for Mitris, she hopes that her strength can be improved more.

But in the end, she still lay down obediently on the transformation table.

Moore helped her remove all the unnecessary parts, leaving only the auxiliary devices that helped maintain her internal organs.

Then he took out the Kelkin Mud Monster.

"Drink it."

After giving such instructions, Mooreban threw Midris directly into the life support chamber.

I don’t know if it’s because the power of Mitris’s Death Dragon Mark is still attached to her remaining skeleton and organs, but the Kelkin Mud Monster has no desire to attack her.

Morban carefully used the wizard's hand to control the Kelkin mud monster and put it into Midris's esophagus.

Then, a whole warehouse of slime monsters rushed into Mitris' stomach.

The slime seemed to be able to read Mitris' genes to fill in the missing parts. As it gradually integrated into Mitris' body, various body tissues were growing rapidly.

But before she finished growing, Mitris grabbed the white cloth covering the life-support chamber and wrapped herself up.

Moore was stunned for a moment, then rolled his eyes.

After a moment, Mitris, who was wrapped in a white cloth, made a sound.

"Your assumption may be true. My body has indeed recovered, and there is no sign of decay again. How did you come up with this idea?"

Thanks to the smooth surface of the experimental equipment, Mitris saw her face again which she had not seen for a long time.

“It was Carl who inspired me.

It's really interesting. Your body was abandoned because of me, your apprentice, but it was also reshaped because of him.

Try your ability and see if it has any effect.”

Like a black-hearted boss, Moore didn't even let Midris take a break and asked her to cooperate with his experiment.

However, after trying it, Mitris immediately frowned.

"no!"

Mooreban on the side also frowned, and then asked in a stern tone: "What's wrong?"

"My druid transformation has been affected! In other words, any ability related to physical transformation has been affected. I can only temporarily change my body structure by controlling the Keljin Mud Monster."

Upon hearing this, Moore remained silent.

After a long time, he sighed and said:

“No wonder the members of the Death Dragonmark family never took up jobs like warriors or druids. Even if they were only level 4 their entire lives, they still wanted to learn to become a mage or a paladin.

It’s not that I don’t want to, but that I can’t.”

Seeing that Mooreban was analyzing the situation on his own, Mitris asked in disappointment, "In that case, what should we do next?"

Just as she finished her words, a remove curse spell hit Midris.

The Kelkin mud monster immediately separated from her body, and the body that was originally filled with flesh and blood suddenly turned into a terrifying appearance similar to a simulated human body model.

Not only that, she found that her control over her body had returned to its previous state.

Although the remaining parts still had human structure, they were unable to respond to her neural signals.

With a "thump", Midris's body fell to the ground.

A healing spell followed, and Mooreban stepped forward and restored Midris's previous mechanical body.

"You will be free to move around for a while. I don't need your cooperation for my experiment for now. But remember, you can only move around inside the Tower of Wonders."

After saying that, Mooreban walked aside and started to create the body of the war figurine from scratch.

After a simple processing of the bionic materials removed from Midris' body, he installed them on the new war figurine's body. It seemed that he wanted to create a bionic man who looked similar to an ordinary person.

Mitris watched all this with boredom, but she was secretly criticizing Mooreban in her heart.

"You are the most useless old man! You said you wanted to use me for experiments, but weren't all the major discoveries so far provided by your apprentice Carl? What on earth did you research?"

(End of this chapter)