In the empty hall, looking at Athir and Elhua standing aside, Sidru Aziz sighed and walked directly to the room where Duke Arie was without staying there to disturb them.
As he left, except for some servants, only Athir and Elhua were left there.
"How did you become like this?"
Athir didn't care about Sidru's departure. Instead, he frowned and asked directly, looking at Elhua who needed a cane to help him stand.
In Athir's memory, although the original Elhua's health was not good, he had at least received some knight training. Although his physique was not as good as some knight apprentices, it was at least better than that of ordinary people.
But now, not only was Elhua's left arm chopped off, but his steps were also unsteady and he could barely stand steadily, as if he had been hollowed out.
Especially the haggard look on his face. People would believe he was in his thirties or forties. He didn't look like a young man in his early twenties at all.
"I····"
Standing there, listening to Athir's words, Elhua looked bitter: "When I was in the Kingdom of Barron, I was beaten severely. Not only did I break one of my hands, but I also lost strength in some parts of my body."
He looked at Athir and spoke, his tone filled with dejection and death, as if he had lost his soul.
Looking at him like this, Athir sighed softly in secret.
But thinking of Count Bolia's request before his death, he still said, "Rest well during this period. I will find a way to heal your hand after a while."
After hearing this, Elhua was stunned for a moment, and then he reacted: "Can you heal my hand?"
He looked at Athir and asked in disbelief, with an indescribable excitement in his tone.
From being the once high and mighty heir to the North, to being a complete waste, it is hard to understand the feeling unless you experience it yourself.
After his wife and children died and he became a disabled person, Elhua had already given up on himself. Listening to Athir's words, a little hope suddenly rose in his heart.
"Yes, Athir is a legendary wizard. Even my father looks up to him. He must have a way to heal my injuries!!"
Holding the crutch in his right hand and barely standing in place, Elhua thought excitedly in his heart.
"Go down and have a rest. I'll come back to see you after a while."
Standing there, looking at Elhua who was unsteady on his feet, Athir didn't want to say anything to him anymore, so he just spoke this.
As Athir spoke, after a while, several servants came over, carefully supported Elhua, and helped him slowly leave here.
After Elhua's figure gradually faded away, the door of the room behind Athir opened and Sidru walked out directly from it.
"How does it feel?"
Looking at the expression on Athir's face, after hesitating for a moment, Sidru finally asked.
"It's really changed."
Standing there, Athir had a calm expression: "I originally thought that he could live well here, but I didn't expect it to turn out like this."
On the side, listening to Athir's words, Sidru couldn't help but remain silent.
Although it was mostly due to Elhua's own fault that he became what he is now, it was also due to their poor care of him.
When Athir left here, they promised to take good care of Elhua. Now that Elhua has become like this, they have an unshirkable responsibility no matter what.
"Please prepare a private room for me." Athir said, standing quietly aside.
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Three days later.
Accompanied by Sidru, Arthur once again came to the room where Duke Arieu was.
At this time, after three days of soaking in the potion, the other person's condition has improved a lot. Not only has the original foul smell completely disappeared, but even the densely packed red swellings on his body have now disappeared for the most part. Although the whole person looks weak, he is at least much more normal.
"Athir, you are here."
As he entered the room, the familiar voice of Duke Arieux was heard.
After three days of recuperation, the other party has woken up and is sitting on a chair with three young men in front of him.
These were the three sons of Duke Ariel. They were talking to Duke Ariel at the moment. When they saw Athir coming over, they greeted him respectfully, "Lord Athir!"
In response to the greeting, Athir simply nodded, his facial expression as calm as ever, making it unclear what he was thinking.
"You guys go down first."
On the side, looking at Athir, Duke Arie told his three children to leave immediately.
After they left, Arthur walked forward and began to examine Duke Arieu.
"Athir, how long can I live?"
A voice broke the silence around. Looking at Athir in front of him, Duke Arieu hesitated for a moment and asked.
At this question, Athir was a little surprised, but he still responded: "Although your health is very bad now, after my care, it will not be a problem to recover to your previous state. You can live for at least another ten years."
Suddenly, Duke Arieux breathed a sigh of relief.
"If you are willing to let me make some modifications to you, then it will be no problem for you to live for a few more decades." Athir's voice came again in front of him.
Hearing this, Duke Arie was stunned at first, then asked with great interest: "What kind of transformations are these?"
As a top noble, Arie had also heard about the methods of wizards, especially those that transformed people into undead or even monsters.
However, everyone is afraid of death, especially a powerful figure like the Duke of Arieu. If possible, he would naturally want to prolong his life as much as possible, even at some cost.
Moreover, as a member of the same clan, he also believed that Athir would not easily harm him without any reason.
"For wizards, there are many ways to extend their lifespans. Spells, potions, and human body modification can all achieve similar effects."
Standing in place, Athir said: "However, such methods are often more precious. For me, what I can do now is blood transformation."
"Blood transformation." Listening to Athir's words, Duke Arie was a little confused and curious while sitting on the chair: "Are the sequelae serious?"
"It's not certain yet." Athir shook his head: "I haven't started this experiment yet due to time constraints. It will take some time and test subjects."
Before Duke Arieu could reply, he said, "Well, your body is fine for now. For the next half month, you only need to take my special potion every day and you will recover quickly."
"Thank you for your help." After listening to Arthur's words, Duke Arie nodded, and finally a look of joy appeared in his eyes.
"If there is nothing else, I will leave first."
After dealing with the matters concerning Duke Arieu, Athir nodded as he looked at Duke Arieu in front of him.
After a while, he walked out of Duke Arieux's room and headed for the door.
When I walked out of the manor, I saw a group of people standing outside, quietly waiting beside a carriage.
"Sir, shall we go back?"
Walking to the carriage, the coachman looked at Athir and asked respectfully.
"Let's go back directly." Sitting on the carriage, Athir spoke in a flat tone.
With the sound of light horse hooves, they soon arrived at another large manor.
The manor here covers a large area and is well managed. Servants are working everywhere. When they see Athir walk in, they all bow to him respectfully.
This manor was given to Arthur by Duke Arieux as his place of residence in the city of Kuma.
In addition to this manor, there are a large number of other scattered properties and some gold coins.
Walking into a spacious hall, a middle-aged man in a butler's uniform, dressed meticulously, came up to greet him: "Lord Athir."
"Xilu, have this year's group of people arrived?"
Looking at the middle-aged man in front of him, Atier asked directly.
"Lord Sidru has just sent over thirty people. According to your request, they are all strong young men. They are now imprisoned in the room behind the partition wall."
Looking at Athir, the butler named Xilu reported respectfully.
In response, Athir nodded and then walked directly in a certain direction.
The manor was very large. After walking for a while, Athir came to the outside of a separation wall.
He took out the key from his body, opened the door of the Grey Wall directly, and walked out.
Inside the isolation wall is a group of buildings and huge iron cages.
In those iron cages, strong men were lying naked in the cages. Although they were still breathing, they were motionless, as if they were in a deep sleep.
"These sleeping powders I brought from the academy are very convenient to use. Although they have no effect on wizards and knights, they are effective for ordinary people who are just stronger."
Looking at the fallen figures in front of him, Athir nodded with satisfaction.
He walked straight to the iron cage in front, picked up a person at random, and put him on the test bench in front.
Standing in front of the test bench, looking at the experiment in front of him, Atier's face was calm, with a slight green light in his eyes.
That was a huge amount of data flowing, quickly analyzing the data of the experiment in front of him and feeding it back to Atier.
"The target has no obvious symptoms, is in good health, and meets the eligibility requirements..."
After a while, the sound of the chip machine sounded again in Athir's mind.
(End of this chapter)