Chapter 35 - Spell Spirit Trading (1/2)

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Shattered Lake Prison, treatment room.

“Are you going to pretend that I’m not awake as long as I keep quiet?”

Ash opened his eyes and stared straight at the medic who was fiddling with his face.

There was a number badge with [222] on the medic’s clothes. It was obviously the same medic from his last visit.

“If you don’t want your face to rot, close your eyes!”

“Okay.”

After a few more minutes of fiddling, the medic let go of his face. “All right, you can get up now. Here’s the apple you said you wanted last time.”

Ash quickly got up and touched his face, relieved. Next to the bedside table was a plate of apples cut into the shape of rabbits, with toothpicks stuck on them. Ash picked them up and ate a piece with every bite.

“It’s not too bad. Two eyes, a nose, and a mouth. I can’t believe I’m not missing any of them. I thought I was going to contribute to species diversity.”

“I’m helping to treat you with surgery. How can you doubt me?”

The medic folded her arms across her chest and tried to look angry, but she was wearing a crow mask, and her voice had been processed by the mask. Not only was Ash not afraid, he even held out his hand.

“What?”

“Didn’t you say that you would give me money if I let you do plastic surgery?”

“Oh.” The medic obediently took out her wallet, but she immediately recovered. “I did say that yesterday, but you didn’t agree either!”

“Did you do plastic surgery on me or not?”

“Plastic surgery is very complicated. It’s not as simple as you think—”

“So you did?”

“Just a little, it’s actually just a very small surgery… How much do you want?”

“One silver coin.”

The medic was obviously relieved. She lowered his head and rummaged through her wallet. She looked up and asked, “Is gold coin okay? I don’t have any change.”

Ash, who was being provided for by the state all this while, had no idea what the economic system of this world was like. He was a bit surprised. So silver coins were like spare change for beggars in this world?

One actually dared to give it, and the other actually dared to receive it. As soon as Ash received the gold coin, he felt a burst of excitement in the depths of his consciousness.

As his palm began to heat up, Ash felt as if he saw a human cub in pajamas patting its bulging stomach before lying back and sleeping soundly.

He lowered his head to look at the gold coin and vaguely felt that it had shrunk a little. According to this rate of consumption, he estimated that he could use it for a year.

What? Feeding a spell spirit was actually quite simple.

Although Ash was someone who would take advantage when he could, he had a reason to ask for money this time.

After all, Sword Maiden had told him that spell spirits must be fed with money. Since he had no money, he could only think of ways to get some money from people with lower intelligence.

Satisfied, Ash put the gold coins in his pocket and asked casually, “So, exactly what kind of plastic surgery did you do on me?”

“Drew’s forehead skin extension and wrinkle removal spell technique. Simply put, it’s forehead wrinkles removal.”

The medic paused for a moment and slowly stood up straight. She looked down at Ash with the crow’s beak. “You should kowtow to me for being willing to perform this surgery for you. You should know that forehead wrinkles affect a person’s appearance greatly. A Drew surgical spell technique outside would cost a lot—”

“What? You actually removed my most handsome and manly feature, my forehead wrinkles?”

Ash was furious. “An unscrupulous medic actually disfigured the patient while he was asleep and took away his most beautiful appearance. Is there any law or reason here? This is medical malpractice, marauding, and murder!”

The medic was baffled by the counterattack. After being stunned for some time, she opened her wallet again.

“How much do you want?”

“Hey, don’t be like this. I’m not such a casual person.” Ash refused righteously. “I’m not the kind of criminal who would use leverages to coerce others into doing his bidding.”

The medic pondered for a moment.

“Sit here for a while. I’ll go and look up the news report about you…”

“In! Any! Case!” Ash hurriedly pulled the medic back. “I just want to ask you a few questions.”

“Don’t ask for my name, don’t take off my mask, and don’t touch my skin!”

Startled, the medic quickly slapped Ash’s hand away and crossed her arms over her chest in a highly defensive stance, allowing Ash to finally feel his dignity as a death row criminal.

Ash was also a bit curious, however. “Why not?”

“This is the rule of Shattered Lake Prison. Medics are not allowed to communicate with criminals in private. If found doing so, they will be stripped of their positions as medics. In serious cases, they might even go to jail!”

“You mean… We will soon become fellow inmates?”

“If you have any questions, hurry up and ask them. After that, leave quickly.”

The medic didn’t seem to care much about that rule. Ash had a feeling she wanted a long vacation without a paycheck.

“Is the elf who fought the deathmatch with me still alive?”

“His injuries are lighter than yours. He left long ago.”