CHAPTER 725: DECAR, IS YOUR STUDENT FROM THE NECROMANCY DEPARTMENT?

The Lord of Thunder came to the capital, only twenty percent for an audience with the Queen, and eighty percent to meet his dragon friend.

Simply explaining the current situation to the Queen and nobles didn’t really require a legendary mage. Sending a grand mage of the seventeenth or eighteenth level would suffice. But making the dragon travel thousands of miles, and then having to make the journey back to lecture a group of humans without being greeted in person...

There would be no more friendship! Even if the other party were a proud dragon, humans wouldn’t want to be friends either!

Now that the meeting was over and the task completed, the Lord of Thunder turned and left. The following explanations, negotiations, and clarifications with the Queen and nobles would naturally be handled by the mages of the Royal Mage Corps.

And now, he only needed to accompany the incessantly chattering gold dragon—

"Hey, you wouldn’t believe what I found in the volcano! That volcano was spewing gold! Gold! If you hadn’t urged me to return, I would have definitely stayed there for a year or so, getting a few chunks of gold!"

"By the way, I actually recommend you stay there for a while. The elemental disturbances near the volcano and in the clouds are extremely intense, with constant lightning and thunder! In just the short time I flew up, I was hit by dozens of bolts of lightning. I estimate there are tens of thousands every day!"

"Hmm, your control over lightning has changed from before! It’s lighter, and... rounder? Have you made any new discoveries lately?"

"How did your little apprentice manage to trick the little princess of the Radiant Flash family? Come on, tell me! We’ve got a long way to go, nothing else to do!"

The Lord of Thunder really wanted to shut his mouth. Is this guy really a gold dragon? Really?

When they became friends initially, had he gone to the wrong dragon’s nest, and this guy was actually a brass dragon?

Garrett had no idea that a gold dragon was thinking about coming all the way to see him. At this moment, he was stuck in the Mage Tower, writing and calculating:

How can one relieve worries? Only through research. And research always starts from theory, then moves to animal experiments, and finally to human trials.

—So, how should an animal model of scoliosis be created?

What animals to use, how large the animals should be, and the specific methods...

I’m really not an orthopedic doctor!

Even though I’ve rotated through orthopedics, clinical treatment and medical research are entirely different things!

This animal model is far more difficult to create than the previous arterial ductus arteriosus model...

"Dark Gold!" Garrett called out. The arcane dark gold skeleton sent by His Immortal Majesty clattered over to receive his orders. Garrett began directing it with his hands:

"Bend over, bend over, a bit more! Good, now bend your upper body to the left and twist your waist to the right... thrust your chest out..."

After a long while, he finally managed to make it look like a severe scoliosis case, with one shoulder higher than the other, a protruding chest, and a hunchback. 𝑅₳Ν𝐎𝔟Ę𝐬

Garrett propped his right hand under his chin and his left hand under his right elbow, scrutinizing it like he was examining an X-ray for a long time, then shook his head:

"How do I create this 3D model? Dark Gold! Follow me!"

The dark gold skeleton instantly straightened up and followed him to the top floor of the Mage Tower. Without Garrett’s orders, it bent back down into the previous posture, even contorting its arms to grab its own spine and twist...

"MOSS! Can you record this posture and create a rotatable virtual model?"

Garrett asked the tower spirit directly. Two beams of light shot out from the tower spirit’s panel, scanning the dark gold skeleton from head to toe and then back up, responding with a hum:

"Not at the moment, boss. It would be best to have a turntable for Dark Gold to stand on and rotate evenly. With light shining from one side and me receiving it from the other, I can record the shape of his bones."

Hey, isn’t this just like a CT scan? MOSS’s problem-solving approach is just like mine; it really is my tower spirit!

Garrett decisively summoned a floating disc. Dark Gold wobbled onto it, and two invisible servants crouched below, each supporting one side of the disc. Slowly and evenly, they began to rotate it...

MOSS illuminated a light source on the other side of the floating disc, diligently recording. After one full rotation, it released a virtual image. Garrett compared it with Dark Gold, nodding approvingly.

It couldn’t be said to be similar; it was exactly identical.

3D simulation, success!

But if it were a real patient, with such severe deformity, the bones would definitely have changed. Narrowed intervertebral spaces on the concave side, widened on the convex side, thinning epiphyseal plates on the concave side, thickening cortical and trabecular bone, and corresponding thinning on the convex side—these are all expected changes.

Plus the pulling of ligaments and muscles, as well as the pressure on internal organs, the possible changes would be even more...

"Dark Gold, stand up straight!"

He issued another command. The dark gold skeleton straightened up, and Garrett grasped the left eighth and ninth ribs with both hands, squeezing tightly...

The ribs didn’t budge, as if they weren’t under any pressure at all.

Ah, the physical strength of a seventh-level mage is completely insufficient in front of a high-level skeleton gifted by a legendary necromancer...

"Dark Gold, make these two ribs meet at the ends!"

Garrett ordered.

The dark gold skeleton followed each command precisely, and the two ribs snapped together. Then, the spine and other ribs remained motionless...

"Hey, not like that!"

Garrett rolled his eyes and had to correct it again.

Ah, there’s no helping it. He hadn’t played with Dark Gold enough, so this skeleton wasn’t intelligent enough. To fully utilize the skeleton’s subjective initiative, they needed more practice:

"Imagine when you were alive, all your bones connected. If these two rib ends were brought together, what would happen to the other bones?"

"Imagine" was a difficult command for undead creatures. Fortunately, the subsequent instructions were clear. Dark Gold extended his hands, grasped the two ribs, and squeezed them together. Then, the entire spine naturally bent to the left.

"Good! Also bring together the ends of the twelfth and thirteenth ribs on the left side; let me see!"

The spine bent even more to the left...

"Dark Gold, imagine you’re a child. With these ribs growing together, how would you develop into an adult?"

The dark gold skeleton tilted its head, not responding, as if the idea exceeded its capabilities. Garrett turned his head:

"MOSS, can you simulate it?"

"I’ll try, boss."

The tower spirit responded. It projected a virtual image of a human with skin, muscles, bones, and internal organs that Garrett had previously input. It connected pairs of ribs and began to grow the virtual image from a child.

Garrett watched intently. The child grew from seven or eight years old to nine, ten, eleven, and twelve. Just as it was about to show results, the light suddenly stuttered, shuddering. Garrett reached out to touch it, and the light shuddered more violently, almost dissipating.

"MOSS?"

MOSS’s voice trembled slightly:

"An extremely powerful energy is approaching rapidly—repeat, an extremely powerful energy is approaching rapidly—

—energy attribute unknown, repeat, energy attribute unknown..."

Someone was coming to attack?

Was it someone from the Radiant Church?

Garrett quickly turned around. Outside the window of the Mage Tower, a blond man was floating in the air, looking curiously at him, then at the tower spirit, and finally at the dark gold skeleton beside him...

"Decar, is this really your student? He looks like he’s from the Necromancy Department!"

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