The Philosopher's Stone melted completely in Lin Lan's palm.
The liquid gold crawled upward, first the arm, then to the shoulder and side of the face, the golden patterns almost covered half of his body!
Lin Lan's pupils ignited with a golden light. At this moment, the world in his eyes was tinted with a peculiar filter.
Everything began to change.
The lines on the surfaces of the ground, walls, tables and chairs, all objects were stripped away, they seemed to be peeled of their shapes, turning into clusters of blurry mist.
Most amazingly, Lin Lan found that the blood-colored plague in mid-air became clear!
It was no longer a vague curse; the eyes without an entity were endowed with real lines, transforming into basketball-sized eyeballs, Lin Lan could even see the nerves and blood vessels hanging behind them.
The Molecular Reconstructor is indeed a tool defying reality and the gods...
The 066 it created overturned materialism and idealism!
Recomposed Lin Lan did not hesitate for a moment, he grabbed the nerves under the eyeball and yanked it straight down from the air.
'Soul detachment—'
The vile wail suddenly stopped.
The eye formed by the Blood Plague Curse bounced in response to being yanked, instinctively struggling, it looked at the young man tightly grasping its tentacle, full of confusion and astonishment in its blood-red pupils.
It trembled fiercely, letting out an enraged howl: 'Blood-sacrifice the Deep—'
"Blood your damned!"
Lin Lan didn't hesitate, throwing two punches straight at the pupil of the thing!
'I remember you...'
"Remember your damned!"
Another two punches.
After four punches, the eyeball was immediately confused, it didn't understand how the prey, who had never resisted, could touch its body, nor why the opponent wasn't consumed by madness and despair.
Furious and frightened, it started using its neurontentacles to lash Lin Lan's body.
Its strength was considerable.
Lin Lan was naturally unwilling to back down, he fiercely yanked its nerves, pouncing directly to suppress it, engaging in a ground fight with the eye.
Ed was already dumbfounded.
As an Alliance officer who had experienced the North and South Sea war, he considered his experiences abundant, but the scene before him completely exceeded his understanding.
He had seen how the Alliance's Grey-clothed Secret Guard dealt with curses.
These mysterious and powerful elites of the Alliance would always wear extremely expensive Mind Protection Suits and attempt to suppress and dispel with great caution when facing unknown curses.
But what was the scene before him?
Fistfighting a curse directly?
He stood in place, dazed, watching the Lord and the blood-red mist wrestling into a ball, wanting to step forward to help but unsure what he could do.
And in Lin Lan's vision, the surface of the blood-red eyeball had already become bruised and battered.
It finally felt unprecedented fear, starting to frantically struggle, trying to escape the villain's grip.
"Only thinking of leaving now? It's too late!"
Lin Lan's expression turned vicious, the golden patterns on his body shining as if about to ignite, he opened his teeth and bit down fiercely!
'Oww!!!'
A sharp and desperate scream echoed through the room.
Thick blood-colored mist erupted from the wound of the eyeball, then was swiftly absorbed and devoured by the golden patterns on the young man's body.
Lin Lan did not let go until the shrunken eyeball was silent.
The room returned to calm.
Lin Lan gasped for breath, climbing up from the ground, the golden patterns on his body quickly faded, then gathered in his palm into a pale golden Crystal Stone with a hint of bloody hue.
"Hoo... finally solved it, this guy was quite tough to deal with..."
He wiped his mouth, glanced at the unconscious girl, then smiled at Ed: "Now Wendy should be safe."
The blood-colored disaster that made the world tremble was rendered harmless here.
Ed, on the side, was expressionless, not daring to utter a sound, like a giant puppet.
At this moment, his mind was in chaos.
Using the priceless Deep Sea Treasures to heal civilians, actively confronting the Blood Plague spread by the Royal Court, and his nearly insane behavior...
Even the blind could see that this young man was no ordinary person...
Who exactly is he? Why did he come to Seagull Town?
Ed, realizing the enormity of the whirlpool he was dragged into, was jolted back to reality by the young lord's voice:
"You'll keep this a secret, won't you, Ed?"
Meeting those eyes, Ed shivered.
"Of... of course! Lord!"
He nodded madly, instinctively touching the sun tattoo on his shoulder: "I will definitely not spill anything that happened here, I can swear to the sun!"
"No need to be nervous, I can tell you have a decent character."
Lin Lan tidied his clothes, picked up the coffee, as if nothing had happened just now.
He casually asked: "Did you serve in the military before?"
Ed's expression changed briefly, then he lowered his head.
"Yes, Lord."
The man's tone was somewhat dejected: "But I'm just a deserter, a pathetic survivor of the North and South Sea war."
The North and South Sea war...
Lin Lan noted this event, discreetly asking: "As a soldier, in your eyes, what's the level of my attendants?"
Ed was a bit stunned.
Though he couldn't keep up with the other's erratic thoughts, he decided to respond truthfully.
"Forgive my bluntness, Lord, they're all a bunch of rotten mud."
Recalling the attendants' usual behavior in town, Ed shook his head: "I don't understand why you employ those lazy wastrels."
It's because I have no other choice...
Lin Lan felt a bit helpless, adjusted his expression, and showed Ed a kind smile.
"Ed, I need talent like you."
He spoke plainly: "Would you like to stay and work for me?"
Seeing the young lord's sincere eyes, Ed fell silent.
After a moment, he pointed to his prosthetic limb, feeling a bit uneasy: "Lord, I'm afraid I can't be of help to you."
"I won't send you back to the front lines, I just need the experience you accumulated on the battlefield."
Lin Lan waved his hand: "You don't need to decide now, I'll give you time to consider."
Ed slowly nodded, his gaze falling on the sleeping girl.
"Let Wendy sleep here for a while."
Lin Lan scrutinized her ears, contemplating: "Once she wakes, I have some things I need to understand from her."
"I understand, Lord."
The previously aloof and cold man noticeably spoke with more reverence.
Ed left alone.
Lin Lan stood by the window, watching as Ed's silhouette merged into the bustling town, feeling the cold sea wind on his face, he felt slightly invigorated.
Besides dealing with the Blood Plague, he had another matter to attend to today.
For the development of Seagull Town, it's time to let that merchant witness the treasure he acquired from Ideal City.