"Who is that?"
"The emblem on this carriage—? It's the carriage of Count Belanbella."
"A Count!"
A low gasp rippled through the crowd.
Since the Blood Emperor ascended the throne, although he massacred a large number of nobles, those who remained almost all represented the true power factions.
Additionally, the value of noble titles was far higher than in the Re-Estize Kingdom.
The young man held a ruby cane, but his legs had no issues; it appeared to be merely a decorative item.
However, someone quickly noticed that the palm of the young man's other arm was always hidden within his sleeve.
After the blond young man descended from the carriage, his gaze immediately fell upon Lyle. Noticing Lyle's age and black hair, he instinctively narrowed his eyes.
"Good morning, Alchemist Lord Tang."
The blond young man's benevolent smile remained unchanged as he elegantly bowed slightly.
"I am Joshua Ste Ir Adebayo Belanbella. May the fragrance of hydrangeas bring you good fortune today."
Having said this,
the blond young man, Joshua, turned slightly to look at the other people gathered in the area, a kind smile still on his face: "Everyone, I wonder if you would be willing to grant me the first opportunity."
As soon as these words were spoken,
the scene fell silent. No one spoke, and naturally, no one expressed refusal.
"Then come in." Lyle calmly watched the scene, then turned and walked back into the courtyard.
The blond young man, Joshua, followed him in with a beaming smile, while the butler who had accompanied him
stood expressionlessly at the door, not entering with them.
As the heavy gate closed once more,
the atmosphere among the people outside became tense again. If they couldn't be the first, they had to at least 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 were seated,
"Before treatment, I need to remind you that my regeneration potion can only treat injuries caused after birth. Congenital defects cannot be treated."
Lyle's expression was calm as he reminded the blond Joshua sitting opposite him.
Facing this behavior, which would be considered impolite for a noble, the blond Joshua didn't mind.
Truly capable people always had some peculiarities.
"It can't treat congenital defects?"
The blond Joshua's pupils shifted. His expression unchanged, he raised his right arm, which had been hidden in his sleeve.
Behold!
It was an arm without a hand. The oval, scarred end indicated that it was not congenitally caused.
"Next, I will reopen your wound."
"It will be a bit painful. I hope you can endure it."
Lyle's gaze swept over the ruby scepter he held tightly and he spoke, reminding him.
This was a magic item, but Lyle couldn't determine its specific effects.
"The feeling of not having a hand is nothing compared to a little pain," the blond Joshua said with a self-deprecating smile.
The next moment!
Lyle picked up the mithril dagger and directly cut open his arm.
The blond Joshua instantly let out a scream, his face turning pale and distorted.
The treatment lasted for about an hour.
While using the regeneration potion, Lyle had to constantly correct and cut the newly regrowing hand.
When the blond Joshua got into his carriage and left, his clothes were soaked, his whole body trembled uncontrollably, and his face was extremely pale.
"He is indeed an ordinary person,"
Lyle watched him leave, his slightly furrowed brows relaxed, and a hint of amusement flashed in his eyes. He then said to the people at the door:
"Next."
On the other side.
After the blond Joshua's carriage drove deep into the noble district, it suddenly took a sharp turn, bypassed the noble district, and drove directly onto the Central Avenue.
Immediately after, the carriage's speed abruptly increased, heading straight for the Imperial Palace, which was separated from the noble district by a central plaza.
Deep within the Byzantine-style Imperial Palace.
In a spacious, luxurious small palace with a deep red silk carpet on the floor.
Even though it was daytime, the golden lamp pillars all around still emitted the light of perpetual light, illuminating the entire room without a single shadow.
A figure with short, fine golden hair, with four thumb-sized, oval, connected head ornaments resembling a wreath on the sides of his hair, dressed in comfortable black and gold casual clothes.
He was sitting at a desk, constantly flipping through the documents on it.
His slender, deep purple eyes sparkled with profound brilliance, and his entire being exuded the innate aura of a ruler.
This person was none other than the Blood Emperor, Jircniv Rune Farlord El-Nix!
"Your Majesty, he has arrived."
A chief secretary walked over softly, bowed, and whispered a reminder.
"Let him in." The Blood Emperor Jircniv Rune Farlord El-Nix paused his movement of turning the documents, looked up, and smiled. Click~
A faint click.
The blond Joshua, who had just left Lyle, walked over with a respectful expression, knelt on one knee, raised his palm to his chest, and bowed his head: "Your Majesty."
"How was it?"
The Blood Emperor Jircniv Rune Farlord El-Nix said with a smile.
"I have obtained it," the blond Joshua quickly replied, and as he spoke, he picked up the red scepter he had never let go of, and with its tip, he plunged it into his newly healed palm.
Puff!
His palm was pierced, and blood gushed out.
However!
The blood did not spill onto the ground; instead, it was absorbed by the ruby scepter.
Immediately after, the healed palm began to rapidly wither, like a mummy drained of moisture.
And the ruby on the scepter emitted a brilliant red light, as drops of deep blue, clear, and transparent liquid condensed in the center of the ruby.
In a few breaths, the blond Joshua's healed palm turned to ash and dissipated again, and the regeneration potion had been completely refined.
"Your Majesty."
The blond Joshua respectfully raised the ruby scepter in his hand.
"Send it to the Ministry of Magic for research."
"You have worked hard, Joshua." The Blood Emperor Jircniv Rune Farlord El-Nix waved his hand.
Someone immediately stepped forward and took the ruby scepter.
"It is my duty, Your Majesty."
The blond Joshua quickly and respectfully spoke, then followed the person who took the ruby scepter and left the small palace.
"What about the information you investigated?"
The Blood Emperor Jircniv Rune Farlord El-Nix lowered his head again, looking at the documents on the table, and spoke indifferently.
The secretary standing to one side immediately bowed and reported: "The information we can currently ascertain is very limited. What we can confirm is his adventurer status, registered in the Re-Estize Kingdom."
The Blood Emperor Jircniv Rune Farlord El-Nix pressed his thumb on a document, twisting it slightly, "What is his adventurer rank?"
"The lowest, Copper rank," the secretary quickly replied.
"Oh?"
The Blood Emperor Jircniv Rune Farlord El-Nix was momentarily stunned, then let out a light chuckle, "The Adventurer's Guild, such an ancient organization, is still using such a boring advancement method."
"Mobilize the people hidden in E-Rantel and investigate thoroughly with all your might."
The Blood Emperor Jircniv Rune Farlord El-Nix's eyes flashed.
"Yes!" the secretary replied.
Night, Noble District courtyard. The little imp dog lay on the grass, its sharp teeth gnawing on a troll's spine, looking leisurely and happy.
"Your progress over there doesn't seem to be going smoothly."
Lyle looked at Imina, who had her arms crossed over her chest and a displeased expression.
"It's not that it's not going smoothly!"
"It's that we're being targeted." Imina's face showed annoyance as she spoke fiercely,
"Now no one is selling trolls at all, and all avenues for selling trolls have been shut down."
"That is indeed a considerable problem." Lyle chuckled softly upon hearing her complaints.
"Honestly."
"You should have come up with that miraculous alchemical potion a little later, Mr. Genius Alchemist."
Imina cast a somewhat resentful glance at Lyle.
To be honest, she hadn't expected him to actually succeed.
"Woof!!"
The little imp dog, who was gnawing at its teeth on one side, suddenly raised its head, stood up, and bared its fangs, looking towards the eastern wall.
Swish! Swish! Swish!
Three figures easily scaled the wall and entered, their gazes meeting Lyle and Imina's 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 already resting on the two short knives at her waist.
"Do you need help? I can give you a discount."
The air suddenly became somewhat quiet at this moment.
Lyle didn't look at the three intruders; instead, he turned his head and looked in the opposite direction.
He saw that at some unknown point, a figure cloaked in a gray robe was already standing at the closed main gate.
Imina also noticed this person, her expression changed, and she moved backward, blocking Lyle.
"Hey, do you want to retreat first?" Imina said, a little headache-inducing.