Growing New Limbs
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Marcel approached me after considering for some time while I was observing the process that the workers at the weaver materials production area were working on. As Imelda had completed her tasks, Marcel took note on the completion for the first batch and congratulated the workers.
Marcel updated to me that the copper tuns had been ordered from the Engineering Guild in Corral and would arrive shortly in the next few days. Based on the production rate of the Standing ice boxes, the delivery of both items would be made concurrently when the delivery men send the orders of bread over to the towns.
"Say, Marcel... Would you like to perform some community work in time to come? I mean, we have a plan that is in the works and once it's completed, we can embark on this community mission. This community mission would be used to increase the population as well as merging them into conscripts as well."
"Eh...you going to have conscripts next? This is quite an advancement, yeah?" Marcel was quite ecstatic upon hearing it since military forces could be seen as a threat to other invading forces if manipulated well.
"The only thing is that these new conscripts would be made by militia invalids that had been abandoned by the King. Besides, we would be doing them a favour by sweeping the dregs away. Who would be in the right state of mind to hire invalids as a working force in the militia, right? "
"Do you expect a cripple to be hobbling on a crutch and using a ladle as a weapon to knock the enemy silly on the head? Or maybe an armless militia would be kicking the shins of a fully armoured knight? Hahaha." Marcel can't help doubling over when he laughed out so loud that the ladies over at the weaver materials production area.
However since they knew about Marcel's antics, they heed him no mind. Besides he was beside his good 'friend' so it was just an excuse to turn a blind eye towards the laughing hyena at the moment.
"You know the new Priestess? She is a healer and able to cure certain illness. Besides, there's a test subject she is working on and tonight would be the result. Once the result is favourable, someone would be a live test subject soon and once it's a success, the other invalids would be in turn as well."
"I know the new Priestess is a healer and healers cure illnesses. But who would be used as a test subject? Everyone here is good and well and even Chadwell's boy is no longer deaf and able to hear and speak normally like the others."
"Aww... Don't leave me hanging by the cliff, would you? Tell me, you know I could keep secrets well... Hehe." Marcel was literally tugging at my sleeves and any harder he would simply tear it away...!
He was literally acting like a small boy who would not leave his guardian alone before he could get his hands on the toy he wanted...!
"Alright... Here's the arrangement. Isabela would be making the chicken inside the guild over at old Jack's to grow a new claw since the original one was chopped off."
"Once it's successful, Firestone would be placed in the infirmary to go through the regeneration process as mentioned by Isabela and hocus pocus if it is successful, Firestone would have a new leg growing out of the stump below his knee."
Marcel stared wide-eyed with a mouth so large that 2 whole eggs could be stuffed and was filled in horror simply not because the story was far fetched but — Firestone would be growing a new leg that it looked like a chicken claw instead...!
*Huuuuaaaaaaaaa
"How could you be so cruel my good friend...! Are you turning humans into experimental man-beast in the battle frontline now?"
Marcel simply had both of his palms at the sides of his face as he uttered the line above at me.
He simply couldn't believe what his good friend had turned into and going to fuse human to be part chicken in the future...!
Marcel can't help but let his imagination ran wild as he thought back at the invalids with bandaged heads, arms and legs and be replaced with chicken heads, chicken wings and chicken claws. Hahaha haha!
Intermission:
Guess the return of the author from his two months hiatus had turned him into a fantasy writer that would fill this novel with lots of mystical animals. ;p
"That's not it, my good friend Marcel. We are not going to turn humans into part beast or anything. I wonder what kind of books you had been referring to since you really got your mind worked up. Don't worry much on this part, we would see the chicken if it managed to grow a new pair of claws of not, alright?"
I motioned to Marcel and grabbed him by the shoulders to lead him away and stop him for making a fool of himself. He saw a scampering chicken running away and this sent shivers down his spine as he thought that a chicken may one day have a human head, a human arm and human legs one day fighting valiantly for His Majesty...!
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"It's all done now. I could sense that the claws were finally being set and had regrown back as if nothing had happened to this chicken at all." Isabela announced before dinner time as we once again, instead of crowding inside the crampy guild within Old Jack's place, we brought the chicken, calmly nestled inside a wicker basket and head towards the domain conference hall.
After making sure that everything had gone according to plan, Isabela allowed Imelda and Farah to slowly handle the chicken from the basket and carefully removed the bandage.
Everyone gasped on surprise, leaving only Marcel who covered his face with both hands and allowing a c***k in between his fingers to view. After seeing that it was a pair of chicken's claw, he released his hands from his face and grinned at his foolishness.
HE WAS HALF EXPECTING A MINI HUMAN LEG...!
After releasing the bandage over the chicken's leg, it looked around to inspect and ensuring it was the correct pair of feet and not having both left or right claws instead. It clucked loudly as if someone would harrumph and then walked away from the table, shaking its butt at us before heading back to the barn to join with the others.
"Hahaha. Isabela... That was a fine job you had done there. How long has it been? 2 days and the chicken had already become normal..."
Isabela blushed as she was praised for her work which normally was scorned at by others as part of the devil's doings. "It... It is alright, Your Majesty. I'm doing what I am capable of. I am not sure if I could be of service to the community."
"Don't be silly, girl... You are going to a great healer very soon. One of the best... Or simply the best since no one would be able to do so according to your special abilities." Farah supported Isabela's special abilities since she would make a difference in the lives of others.
"You know, with your tenacity, you could be a head nurse or matron for our little infirmary. Learn as much as you can. I'm sure you would be someone dependable in time to come. Don't worry. As long as I have breath in me, I would guide you to my best knowledge."Old Kayla spoke up and she wiped a tear from the corner of her eyes as she found that Isabela's special abilities were way off the charts.
Anyone maimed during battle could be fixed with a new working limb after treatment unless the poor person would lose his or her head.
In Marcel's Wildest imagination, a chicken head would be a replacement of a missing human head. Muuuaaahhaahhaa...
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