Emperor of Arcane

"Except for some malnutrition, there are no major physical problems. {What? You don't know yet|Read COM, read the chapter without mistakes|Hurry up and google it}"

"However, their mental state is relatively bad. Many have given up thinking and it will take a long time to recover..."

Sun Sheng shook his head, with a little helplessness in his eyes.

Divine magic is not omnipotent. Physical injuries may not be completely cured, and spiritual trauma is even more helpless.

Biting her lips tightly, Mira looked at the half-elf with a numb and frightened expression in her eyes, gritted her teeth and said:

"Damn slave trade, don't let me touch them!"

Alona didn't take Mira's words to heart. After confirming that the physical condition of her compatriots was okay, she felt relieved. She smiled and nodded to Sun Sheng and thanked:

"Thank you for your help. They are fine. Time will heal the trauma."

Alona believed that the compatriots who could survive were not so fragile.

After living in the Gulf Territory for a longer period of time, they can gradually recover.

After all, as long as they don't have time to think about it, their mental problems will recover little by little.

"For people who are too full, they must have something to do, otherwise their thoughts will wander!"

Elona felt that what the lord said was right, but after their bodies recovered and received certain training.

These half-elves can start working one after another.

Alona did not hide these arrangements from Mira and Sun Sheng.

However, they found it a bit incredible.

Why should they be so anxious to get to work?

Could it be that the "good life" in the Gulf Territory is just talk?

The outspoken Mina asked without hesitation:

"They are not suitable to work until they have fully recovered, right?"

Sun Sheng didn't say anything, wanting to hear Alona's answer.

"Do you have a way to cure them? If you can, just go ahead and do something..."

Looking at them suspiciously, Alona's question was very realistic. After seeing the two people being silent, she sighed secretly and patiently explained to them:

"Even if you keep raising them and not letting them work, the lord will not care about this expense, but is this really good?"

Alona pointed at the frightened half-elves, suppressed the thoughts surging in her heart, and continued to talk to them patiently:

"They are lucky. They used to work for others to survive, but now they work for themselves."

"They don't want to live without dignity. The Gulf Territory is their only chance..."

When she said this, Elona was deeply moved. After speaking, she smiled at them, then turned and left with the half-elves who had completed the inspection.

Mira and Sun Sheng looked at each other, thinking about the meaning of Alona's words.

It was a little hard to understand at first, but they quickly figured it out.

That's right, even the Church of the Goddess of Magic does not accept everyone.

Everyone who is admitted has their own tasks and work, so what reason is there to force others?

In the underground laboratory.

The felons looked at the six-armed golems striding forward one after another, with waves of fear in their hearts, and their bodies began to tremble unconsciously.

Wherever there are golems, there must be spellcasters.

This also means that they are under the control of the caster.

Magic experiments, testing spells, body modifications and many other unique ways to die can make them feel fear deep in their hearts.

Unfortunately, they have no choice!

Smiling Yaya looked at them expectantly, and she had already begun to choose a suitable target.

Studying flesh and blood spells is Yaya’s biggest gain from becoming an arcanist.

Noticing Yaya's gaze, all the prisoners couldn't help but tremble in fright, and many even collapsed on the ground, muttering to themselves:

"dragon!"

"Real dragon!"

Before they could react, Yaya had already issued an order to the six-armed golem.

More than 10 heavy-duty prisoners whose strength and conditions met the standards were arrested.

These felons screamed in horror and soon disappeared into the dark passage under the panicked gaze of others.

Their fate is unknown for the remaining felons.

The fear in his heart became more intense.

Old John looked at the frightened felons, sneered and said:

"They are lucky to have better living conditions than before..."

The corners of the old village chief Field's mouth twitched slightly, but he didn't say anything, but he was filled with emotion in his heart.

Indeed, they no longer have to worry about food, clothing, housing and transportation.

However, they will become experimental materials for the lord.

This is what they deserve and what they have "worked hard" to achieve.

The few hundred felons walking at the end looked at Old John walking over with some fear.

The latter took out a list, waved to them, and said softly with emotion:

"Quite a few of you have been wronged..."

After hearing this, everyone froze on the spot. They subconsciously widened their eyes and stared at Old John in astonishment. Some thoughts suddenly appeared in their hearts.

Could it be that they had any hope of getting rid of their status as prisoners?

"Come here, let's register your personal information first, your name, where you are from, and where you live."

"Don't worry about anything else. This is what everyone who enters the Gulf Territory needs to do."

"Although you can't go out for the time being, you can get a job that pays well!"

Old John waved to them again, and with hope in their hearts, they quickly came over and registered the information under the instructions of the guards.

Looking at Old John with a calm face, one of them took courage and asked curiously:

"What is our job? How long will the hours be?"

Old John pointed to the dark basement and said with a smile and tone:

"Assist the golems in the laboratory. You give orders and then you can control them."

"Work 8 hours a day, take two days off every week, and the daily salary is tentatively set at 10 silver coins, of which 2 silver coins are used as compensation for closed management."

"After work, you can learn knowledge, learn how to be a professional, and write letters to your family."

"I believe you also know very well that there is no need for us to lie to you..."

After hearing what Old John said, everyone who had originally had hope in their hearts immediately widened their eyes.

Such conditions are much better than they imagined!

They accepted the "question" again, and after Old John confirmed again and again, he arranged for them to enter the underground living area.

They will live here for a long time to come.

Matthew, who had obtained enough test subjects, also began to gradually advance the process of the third surgery.

The Gulf Territory has connected to the underground world, and it's time to form a special force to prepare for deeper exploration.

These soldiers who have undergone surgical transformation are the best candidates!