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Chapter 103
Chapter 103: The Blood Emperor's Attention, Trouble Comes Knocking
"Who's that?"
"The crest on this carriage... It's the carriage of House Belanbella."
"A Count!"
Low gasps of surprise rippled through the crowd.
Although the Blood Emperor had slaughtered a large number of nobles since his ascension, those who remained were almost all part of the faction with real power.
Furthermore, the prestige of a noble title here was far greater than in the Re-Estize Kingdom.
The young man held a ruby scepter, but his legs seemed perfectly fine; it appeared to be just an ornament.
But someone quickly noticed that the hand of the young man's other arm was kept hidden within his sleeve.
After the blond youth stepped down from the carriage, his gaze immediately fell upon Tang Zheng. Noticing Tang Zheng's age and black hair, his eyes narrowed subconsciously.
"Good morning, Your Excellency Tang, the Alchemist."
The benevolent smile on the blond youth's face did not waver as he gave an elegant, slight bow.
"I am Joshua Ste Irat Adubayo Belanbella. May the fragrance of the hydrangea bring you good fortune today."
With that said.
The blond youth, Joshua, turned slightly to the side, looking at the others gathered in the area. The kind smile remained on his cheeks. "Everyone, I wonder if you might grant the first opportunity to me."
As soon as he said this.
The scene fell silent. No one spoke, and naturally, no one voiced any objection.
"Then come in," Tang Zheng said, calmly observing the scene before turning to walk back into the courtyard.
The blond youth, Joshua, followed him in with a beaming smile. The butler who had accompanied him remained at the door with a stoic expression, not entering with them.
As the heavy gate closed once more,
The atmosphere among the people outside grew tense again. Since they couldn't be first, they would have to fight for the second spot.
After all, no one could be sure when this mysterious alchemist would stop providing free treatment.
Inside the courtyard, after both parties sat down,
"Before the treatment, I must remind you that my regeneration potion can only heal injuries acquired after birth. It cannot treat congenital disabilities."
Tang Zheng's expression was placid as he reminded the blond Joshua sitting opposite him.
Faced with this behavior, which would be considered rude to a noble, the blond Joshua paid it no mind.
Truly capable people were always a bit special.
"It can't treat congenital disabilities?"
Joshua's pupils flickered, but his expression remained unchanged as he lifted the right arm that had been hidden in his sleeve.
And there it was!
It was an arm without a hand. The oval-shaped, scarred stump proved that this was not a congenital condition.
"Next, I will have to reopen your wound."
"It will be somewhat painful. I hope you can endure it."
Tang Zheng's gaze swept over the ruby scepter the other man was gripping tightly as he gave his warning.
It was a magic item, though Tang Zheng couldn't determine its specific effect.
"The feeling of not having a hand is nothing compared to a little pain," Joshua said with a nonchalant smile.
The next moment!
Tang Zheng picked up a mithril dagger and sliced open the other man's arm.
Joshua let out an instant, miserable shriek, his face turning deathly pale and contorted.
What followed was about an hour of treatment.
While using the regeneration potion, Tang Zheng had to constantly correct and carve the newly growing hand.
By the time the blond Joshua boarded his carriage to leave, his clothes were soaked through, his entire body was trembling uncontrollably, and his face was ashen.
"He is indeed an ordinary person."
Tang Zheng watched him leave, his slightly furrowed brow relaxing. A flicker of amusement crossed his eyes, and he then said to the crowd at the gate:
"Next."
…………
Meanwhile.
After the blond Joshua's carriage drove into the depths of the noble district, it suddenly took a sharp turn, bypassing the district and heading directly onto the central avenue.
Immediately after, the carriage's speed increased dramatically, rushing straight for the Imperial Palace, which was separated from the noble district by the central plaza.
Deep within the Byzantine-style Imperial Palace.
Inside a spacious and extravagant small palace, the floor covered with a crimson silk carpet.
Despite it being daytime, the golden lampposts on all sides still radiated with Continual Light, illuminating the entire room without a single shadow.
A figure with fine, short golden hair, with a circlet-like headpiece of four connected, thumb-sized oval ornaments fastened to the hair on both sides, was dressed in comfortable, casual clothes of black and gold.
He sat at a desk, continuously flipping through the documents on it.
His slender, deep-violet eyes glinted with profound intelligence, and his entire being exuded the innate aura of a ruler.
This person was none other than the Blood Emperor, Jircniv!
"Your Majesty, he has arrived."
A Chief Secretary approached with light steps, bowed, and reminded him in a low voice.
"Let him in," Jircniv said with a smile, pausing the movement of his hands as he looked up.
*Click~*
A faint sound was heard.
The blond Joshua, having just left Tang Zheng's place, walked over with a reverent expression, knelt on one knee, and placed a hand on his chest, bowing his head. "Your Majesty."
"How did it go?"
Jircniv asked with a smile.
"I've obtained it," Joshua replied quickly. As he spoke, he raised the red scepter he had never let go of and used its tip to viciously plunge into the palm of his newly healed hand.
*Pfft!*
The palm was pierced, and blood spurted out.
However!
The blood did not splatter on the ground; instead, it was absorbed by the ruby scepter.
Immediately after, the healed hand began to wither rapidly, like a mummy drained of all moisture.
The ruby on the scepter glowed with a brilliant red light as droplets of a deep blue, crystal-clear liquid condensed in its center.
In the space of a few breaths, Joshua's healed hand turned to ash and dissipated, the regeneration potion having been completely extracted.
"Your Majesty."
Joshua respectfully raised the ruby scepter in his hands.
"Send it to the Ministry of Magic for research."
"You've worked hard, Joshua," Jircniv said with a wave of his hand.
Someone immediately stepped forward and took the ruby scepter away.
"It is what I should do, Your Majesty."
Joshua quickly replied with reverence and followed the person who took the ruby scepter out of the small palace.
"What does the investigation show?"
Jircniv lowered his head again, looking at the documents on his desk as he spoke nonchalantly.
The Chief Secretary standing to the side immediately bowed and reported, "The information we've been able to gather so far is very limited. What we can confirm is his adventurer status, which was registered in the Re-Estize Kingdom."
Jircniv pressed his thumb on a file, twisting it slightly. "What is his adventurer level?"
"The lowest, Copper-rank," the Chief Secretary replied hastily.
"Oh?"
Jircniv paused for a moment, then let out a soft chuckle. "The Adventurer's Guild, such an ancient organization, is still using that tedious promotion system."
"Mobilize our people hidden in E-Rantel. Investigate this thoroughly."
A glint flashed in Jircniv's eyes.
"Yes!" the Chief Secretary responded.
Night fell on the courtyard in the noble district.
The Lesser Soulhound lay on the grass, its sharp teeth constantly gnawing on an Oni's spinal bone, looking leisurely and happy.
"Looks like your progress isn't going so well."
Tang Zheng looked at Imina, who stood with her arms crossed, a displeased look on her face.
"It's not that it's not going well!"
"We're being targeted," Imina said with a look of annoyance, speaking viciously.
"No one is selling Oni now. In fact, all avenues for selling Oni have been completely shut down."
"That is indeed quite a bit of trouble," Tang Zheng chuckled softly upon hearing her complaint.
"Honestly."
"You should have waited a bit longer before creating that miraculous alchemical potion, Mr. Genius Alchemist."
Imina shot Tang Zheng a somewhat reproachful glance.
To be honest, she hadn't expected him to actually pull it off.
"Awooo!!"
The Lesser Soulhound, which had been grinding its teeth to one side, suddenly lifted its head, stood up, and bared its fangs toward the eastern wall.
*Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!*
Three figures easily vaulted over the wall and entered, their gazes meeting those of Tang Zheng and Imina in the courtyard.
"Oh, you're in trouble, Mr. Genius Alchemist."
Imina flicked her purple ponytail, a brilliant smile appearing at the corner of her mouth. Her hands were already resting on the two short blades at her waist.
"Need a hand? I can give you a discount."
The air in that moment suddenly became somewhat quiet.
Tang Zheng did not look at the three sudden intruders. Instead, he turned his head to look in the opposite direction.
Somehow, a figure in a gray robe was now standing at the closed main gate.
Imina noticed this person as well. Her expression changed, and she shifted her feet backward, moving to stand in front of Tang Zheng.
"Hey, maybe you should retreat first?" Imina said, a headache coming on.
(end of chapter)
"Who's that?"
"The crest on this carriage... It's the carriage of House Belanbella."
"A Count!"
Low gasps of surprise rippled through the crowd.
Although the Blood Emperor had slaughtered a large number of nobles since his ascension, those who remained were almost all part of the faction with real power.
Furthermore, the prestige of a noble title here was far greater than in the Re-Estize Kingdom.
The young man held a ruby scepter, but his legs seemed perfectly fine; it appeared to be just an ornament.
But someone quickly noticed that the hand of the young man's other arm was kept hidden within his sleeve.
After the blond youth stepped down from the carriage, his gaze immediately fell upon Tang Zheng. Noticing Tang Zheng's age and black hair, his eyes narrowed subconsciously.
"Good morning, Your Excellency Tang, the Alchemist."
The benevolent smile on the blond youth's face did not waver as he gave an elegant, slight bow.
"I am Joshua Ste Irat Adubayo Belanbella. May the fragrance of the hydrangea bring you good fortune today."
With that said.
The blond youth, Joshua, turned slightly to the side, looking at the others gathered in the area. The kind smile remained on his cheeks. "Everyone, I wonder if you might grant the first opportunity to me."
As soon as he said this.
The scene fell silent. No one spoke, and naturally, no one voiced any objection.
"Then come in," Tang Zheng said, calmly observing the scene before turning to walk back into the courtyard.
The blond youth, Joshua, followed him in with a beaming smile. The butler who had accompanied him remained at the door with a stoic expression, not entering with them.
As the heavy gate closed once more,
The atmosphere among the people outside grew tense again. Since they couldn't be first, they would have to fight for the second spot.
After all, no one could be sure when this mysterious alchemist would stop providing free treatment.
Inside the courtyard, after both parties sat down,
"Before the treatment, I must remind you that my regeneration potion can only heal injuries acquired after birth. It cannot treat congenital disabilities."
Tang Zheng's expression was placid as he reminded the blond Joshua sitting opposite him.
Faced with this behavior, which would be considered rude to a noble, the blond Joshua paid it no mind.
Truly capable people were always a bit special.
"It can't treat congenital disabilities?"
Joshua's pupils flickered, but his expression remained unchanged as he lifted the right arm that had been hidden in his sleeve.
And there it was!
It was an arm without a hand. The oval-shaped, scarred stump proved that this was not a congenital condition.
"Next, I will have to reopen your wound."
"It will be somewhat painful. I hope you can endure it."
Tang Zheng's gaze swept over the ruby scepter the other man was gripping tightly as he gave his warning.
It was a magic item, though Tang Zheng couldn't determine its specific effect.
"The feeling of not having a hand is nothing compared to a little pain," Joshua said with a nonchalant smile.
The next moment!
Tang Zheng picked up a mithril dagger and sliced open the other man's arm.
Joshua let out an instant, miserable shriek, his face turning deathly pale and contorted.
What followed was about an hour of treatment.
While using the regeneration potion, Tang Zheng had to constantly correct and carve the newly growing hand.
By the time the blond Joshua boarded his carriage to leave, his clothes were soaked through, his entire body was trembling uncontrollably, and his face was ashen.
"He is indeed an ordinary person."
Tang Zheng watched him leave, his slightly furrowed brow relaxing. A flicker of amusement crossed his eyes, and he then said to the crowd at the gate:
"Next."
…………
Meanwhile.
After the blond Joshua's carriage drove into the depths of the noble district, it suddenly took a sharp turn, bypassing the district and heading directly onto the central avenue.
Immediately after, the carriage's speed increased dramatically, rushing straight for the Imperial Palace, which was separated from the noble district by the central plaza.
Deep within the Byzantine-style Imperial Palace.
Inside a spacious and extravagant small palace, the floor covered with a crimson silk carpet.
Despite it being daytime, the golden lampposts on all sides still radiated with Continual Light, illuminating the entire room without a single shadow.
A figure with fine, short golden hair, with a circlet-like headpiece of four connected, thumb-sized oval ornaments fastened to the hair on both sides, was dressed in comfortable, casual clothes of black and gold.
He sat at a desk, continuously flipping through the documents on it.
His slender, deep-violet eyes glinted with profound intelligence, and his entire being exuded the innate aura of a ruler.
This person was none other than the Blood Emperor, Jircniv!
"Your Majesty, he has arrived."
A Chief Secretary approached with light steps, bowed, and reminded him in a low voice.
"Let him in," Jircniv said with a smile, pausing the movement of his hands as he looked up.
*Click~*
A faint sound was heard.
The blond Joshua, having just left Tang Zheng's place, walked over with a reverent expression, knelt on one knee, and placed a hand on his chest, bowing his head. "Your Majesty."
"How did it go?"
Jircniv asked with a smile.
"I've obtained it," Joshua replied quickly. As he spoke, he raised the red scepter he had never let go of and used its tip to viciously plunge into the palm of his newly healed hand.
*Pfft!*
The palm was pierced, and blood spurted out.
However!
The blood did not splatter on the ground; instead, it was absorbed by the ruby scepter.
Immediately after, the healed hand began to wither rapidly, like a mummy drained of all moisture.
The ruby on the scepter glowed with a brilliant red light as droplets of a deep blue, crystal-clear liquid condensed in its center.
In the space of a few breaths, Joshua's healed hand turned to ash and dissipated, the regeneration potion having been completely extracted.
"Your Majesty."
Joshua respectfully raised the ruby scepter in his hands.
"Send it to the Ministry of Magic for research."
"You've worked hard, Joshua," Jircniv said with a wave of his hand.
Someone immediately stepped forward and took the ruby scepter away.
"It is what I should do, Your Majesty."
Joshua quickly replied with reverence and followed the person who took the ruby scepter out of the small palace.
"What does the investigation show?"
Jircniv lowered his head again, looking at the documents on his desk as he spoke nonchalantly.
The Chief Secretary standing to the side immediately bowed and reported, "The information we've been able to gather so far is very limited. What we can confirm is his adventurer status, which was registered in the Re-Estize Kingdom."
Jircniv pressed his thumb on a file, twisting it slightly. "What is his adventurer level?"
"The lowest, Copper-rank," the Chief Secretary replied hastily.
"Oh?"
Jircniv paused for a moment, then let out a soft chuckle. "The Adventurer's Guild, such an ancient organization, is still using that tedious promotion system."
"Mobilize our people hidden in E-Rantel. Investigate this thoroughly."
A glint flashed in Jircniv's eyes.
"Yes!" the Chief Secretary responded.
Night fell on the courtyard in the noble district.
The Lesser Soulhound lay on the grass, its sharp teeth constantly gnawing on an Oni's spinal bone, looking leisurely and happy.
"Looks like your progress isn't going so well."
Tang Zheng looked at Imina, who stood with her arms crossed, a displeased look on her face.
"It's not that it's not going well!"
"We're being targeted," Imina said with a look of annoyance, speaking viciously.
"No one is selling Oni now. In fact, all avenues for selling Oni have been completely shut down."
"That is indeed quite a bit of trouble," Tang Zheng chuckled softly upon hearing her complaint.
"Honestly."
"You should have waited a bit longer before creating that miraculous alchemical potion, Mr. Genius Alchemist."
Imina shot Tang Zheng a somewhat reproachful glance.
To be honest, she hadn't expected him to actually pull it off.
"Awooo!!"
The Lesser Soulhound, which had been grinding its teeth to one side, suddenly lifted its head, stood up, and bared its fangs toward the eastern wall.
*Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!*
Three figures easily vaulted over the wall and entered, their gazes meeting those of Tang Zheng and Imina in the courtyard.
"Oh, you're in trouble, Mr. Genius Alchemist."
Imina flicked her purple ponytail, a brilliant smile appearing at the corner of her mouth. Her hands were already resting on the two short blades at her waist.
"Need a hand? I can give you a discount."
The air in that moment suddenly became somewhat quiet.
Tang Zheng did not look at the three sudden intruders. Instead, he turned his head to look in the opposite direction.
Somehow, a figure in a gray robe was now standing at the closed main gate.
Imina noticed this person as well. Her expression changed, and she shifted her feet backward, moving to stand in front of Tang Zheng.
"Hey, maybe you should retreat first?" Imina said, a headache coming on.
(end of chapter)
