Chapter 94: Novice

"Rastow, thank you for introducing me to business." The bear puppet walked through the candles, and nodded to the drinking doctor with its bear head with cotton exposed everywhere.

"Stop talking nonsense, hurry up." The impatient doctor went to the old woman's armchair and lay down.

The Bear Muppet turned his head to Charles beside him. "Young man, can you squat down? How can I measure when you stand like this?"

It was the first time for Charles to experience this kind of experience. He really didn't expect that the magic on the mysterious side could be used in this area. No wonder the doctor just said that this guy can also make prosthetic limbs for himself on Black Leaf Island.

The bear puppet first took out a pair of scissors from its stomach and cut off the sleeve of Charles' empty left arm, and then took out a roll of tape measure.

"I heard that you abducted Rusto onto the boat? Can you tell me how you did it? He doesn't seem like a person who moves easily." The bear puppet measured the severed limb with a soft ruler, mouthing Didn't stop here.

"You know him?"

"I know him, of course I know him. Did you see his face? It was all done by me. If you want to know anything about him, you can ask me if I know him now."

"Ahem!" The doctor on the armchair coughed.

Charles glanced at him, and ignored the bear puppet's conversation.

After more than ten minutes, the bear puppet stopped, put the soft ruler into its stomach, and said to Charles again: "Since you are the captain of the exploration ship, do you need to add other weapons to the prosthesis?"

In Charles' mind, he recalled the different medical instruments in each finger on the doctor's prosthetic arm.

"What can be added without compromising sensitivity?"

"That's a lot. Firearms, poison gas, universal lock pick, you can have everything you want. Of course, these modifications are extra charges. You must have enough echoes in your pocket."

After a brief understanding of the prices of various structures, Charles finally chose to add a chainsaw and hook spear to his prosthesis. These two are the most common but the most suitable for him at present.

As for the others, it’s not that Charles doesn’t want it, but just one arm costs 3 million. If he doesn’t spend the 5 million sparingly, he may not have enough fuel for the next voyage of the Narwhal.

Taking the check with the broken bear paw with the thread exposed, the bear puppet carefully counted the zeros on it several times, and carefully stuffed the check into its stomach. "Very well, your prosthetic will arrive shortly."

"How long will it take?"

"I have your data now, I still have stock in my left hand, go back and adjust it and send it to you immediately, Lasto told me about you, since you are his friend, it is also mine Friends, how can I not care about friends' affairs."

As soon as the bear puppet finished speaking, his body went limp and fell to the ground without moving.

The old lady on the side moved over and put the puppet on the ground into a cloth satchel.

Immediately afterwards, she lay down on the ground, holding a small mop made of rags with a short handle, and carefully wiped the magic circle on the ground.

After the magic circle on the ground was cleaned up, the old lady started to draw a new magic circle again, which was bigger and more complicated than the previous one, and this time there was a box in the center of the magic circle.

Thinking back to what the bear puppet said, Charles sank his mind and waited patiently. Through what happened just now, he already knew how his prosthetic limb would be delivered.

The old woman recited the different obscure and difficult incantations again, and the magic circle on the ground began to emit a faint light, and it was still wriggling like life.

When the spell disappeared, all the abnormalities in the room disappeared, the box was opened, and the old lady walked towards Charles with the silver arm.

Just like boys love guns, Charles fell in love with the prosthetic at first sight.

Compared with the doctor's prosthetics, this pair of prosthetics does not have a shell, exposing the large and small gears and the piston crankshaft that reflect the silver light, but this is not only not ugly, but full of steampunk-style aesthetics.

There are several metal threaded spikes at the front of the prosthesis. It appears to be hollow inside.

"Stretch out your hand. What are you doing in a daze, this thing is very heavy." The old lady complained.

"Be patient." The doctor on the chair suddenly raised his head to remind him.

Charles took a deep breath and leaned his severed arm against the prosthetic. The metal spike on the prosthetic instantly spun, and the flesh sprayed, and the spike burrowed into his flesh and blood like a living thing, causing severe pain. The feeling made him shudder.

When the prosthesis stopped moving, Charles, sweating on his brow, raised his new left arm and found that there was no sign of it moving.

"Young man, what are you in a hurry for? You are missing something." The old lady slowly took out two glass jars from the cloth bag.

The glass jar seems to be filled with some kind of blue smoke, which is constantly tumbling inside.

Seeing the doubts on Charles' face, the old lady picked up the jar and shook it with a smile. The green smoke inside changed with the shaking, revealing a screaming blue face.

"Hehehe, haven't you seen it before? This is the human soul, which is used to connect your soul with this hand."

With a "click", the jar was opened, and the green smoke inside quickly drifted into the prosthesis.

When the green smoke was completely melted in, the gears in Charles' prosthetic limb began to spin.

As the purple inscription on the gears faintly lit up, Charles felt his left hand again.

Charles opened and clenched, his prosthetic moving swiftly with his thoughts.

The old lady handed over a booklet, and said kindly like a grandmother handing candy to children: "Take it, here is the instruction manual, remember to drip whale oil according to the above time, if there is any problem with your hands , you can come and find me, and I’ll help you send it back for them to repair.”

Looking at the empty glass jar in her hand, Charles took the booklet with a complicated expression, and led the standing doctor towards the exit.

On the streets of the port area, Charles is experimenting with his new left hand.

"Clang!" The ferocious sawtooth chain jumped out of his wrist, and as Charles moved in his heart, the chain spun rapidly.

Charles could judge the frightening power of this thing just by looking at the astonishing speed of the chain. He even felt that the cutting strength was stronger than that of the black blade.

"Ka Ka Ka Ka." Charles watched as he unscrewed his left palm, and a hooked spear with a chain popped out of it instantly, and shot it at the chimney of the opposite building.

Charles's heart moved, the gears in the prosthesis kept turning, and the chain contracted, pulling him quickly towards the roof.

With this thing, even in some places where he can't use his strength in the future, he will have a way to move.

These were not the most pleasant surprises. Charles was even more surprised by the sensitivity of the prosthesis. When he pulled out his left hand, the black blade flew up and down with his fingers, causing afterimages.

As expected of something worth 3 million echoes, this pair of prosthetic limbs was even more sensitive than his original hand.