The person who gave Marin an anatomy lesson in the afternoon was old Ferrero, the church's chief doctor and anatomy officer at Fort Carter.

This is a tall and thin old man. His silver hair is well fixed with hairspray. Apart from being a little thin, he doesn't look like an old man at all, even though his file card says he is sixty-nine.

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In this world where the average person is sixty, this is considered a standard longevity.

"Speaking of which, this is the first time I have seen such a big red-bellied spider mother in Carter's Castle. The harvest this time is good, Colin." The old man looked at the spider mother on the stage, and then said in a positive tone

Praising Colin, Colin smiled and shook his head, then pointed at Marin: "No, it is his prey."

"His?" The old man looked at Marin, and then walked to the front of the spider mother, where he saw the entrance of the bullet: "Seven bullets were hit here... small-caliber bullets, where is your gun."

Marin lifted up his apprentice's windbreaker, revealing the gun holster under his arm.

"Apprentice revolver gun, this is the first time I have seen someone use this kind of toy to kill a spider mother. There are traces of corrosion on the wound. This is caused by the holy rock salt bullet, right?" The old man carefully stretched out his finger and touched it.

The spider mother looked over her wound and then asked Marin.

"Yes, Your Excellency." Marin nodded, while also showing respect for this man's ability to detect injuries.

"I remember that such bullets are not issued to apprentices. Do you have any other options?"

"Miss Margaret gave it to me." Marin carried out the princess without hesitation to prevent the chief doctor from being controlled by endless curiosity.

"Oh, it seems that you are the last disciple of His Excellency Hoffmann Schellendall as rumored by the church before?"

"Yes, Your Excellency, Colin is my senior brother." Marin smiled.

"It seems that you are indeed a disciple of the old man Hoffman, otherwise Colin would not have come over to help me. In that case, boy, let's relive the good times of being my first assistant today.

"After the old man finished speaking, he motioned to Marin to push the cart next to him.

Marin naturally did as he was told, and after he finished, he stood at the spectator seat prepared for him - a small platform with feet, enough light, a perfect surgical field, and a mask to isolate the smell.

Great, I can finally say goodbye to the formalin smell that filled my nose.

Surgery has never been a romantic job, and Marin knew this very well, because he had seen the old director of his orphanage fail to get off the operating table, just because the wires from the interventional surgery had penetrated the patient's body.

Blood vessel.

It's not a story, the doctor has already identified the danger point, but the elders find that kind of pain really unbearable.

Therefore, for the elderly, if there is an accident, the patient will die before the chest is opened to stop the bleeding.

The fragility of life makes Marin more in awe of the profession of doctor, because he will always grow old one day, and maybe one day he will.

Of course, he never thought that this day came suddenly, and that the cause of his death was not that he died in bed due to excessive old age.

So when old Ferrero cut open the abdomen of the red-bellied spider mother with a sharp scalpel and took out its glands from the white tissue, Marin, who was physically young but mentally old, had no reaction.

"Don't you feel anything, kid?" Old Ferrero turned his head and glanced at Marin.

"No, even the people on the operating table don't make me feel intimidated. I feel that all living beings lying on this table are equal under the scalpel." Ma Lin replied with a serious face.

The old man laughed, scratched Marin's nose with his left hand, and passed the tissue-stained glove across Marin's face.

The smile gradually disappeared from the old man's face: "You really don't feel disgusted?"

"Yes, I still feel that all living beings in this room and lying on this stage are equal." After Marin finished speaking, he stretched out his hand to wipe away the remaining white tissue on the tip of his nose.

Old Ferrero was silent for a while, then turned to look at Colin: "If possible, it would be best if your mentor doesn't ask for help from me. In all these years, I have never met a child with such a kind heart as him."

"Master Ferrero, each of us will beg you one day." Colin said nothing else.

In response to this, Old Ferrero rolled his eyes: "Every one of you Xie Lin Daoer is one of them. Don't expect me to perform an autopsy for you even if you die!"

"But if I learn medical skills from you, my instructor won't disagree," Marin said suddenly.

This sentence made Colin and old Ferrero fall silent at the same time.

After a while, Colin nodded with some difficulty: "Yes, the instructor has no talent in medicine. There is indeed nothing wrong with your idea."

"Yeah, why didn't I think of this?" Old Ferrero said, waving his hand to drive Colin away: "Little guy, come here and hold these two metal rods for me."

"Can he hold it?" Colin was a little curious.

"This little guy has the blood of a frost giant. I can smell it through his skin." Old Ferrero rolled his eyes at Colin.

That look seemed to be saying.

Oh, stupid humans.

Ah, by the way, I forgot to introduce it before, old Ferrero is half high elf blood.

The other half are wild elves.

But he is still a white-headed man.

A very stubborn one.

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With the guidance of old Ferrero, Marin quickly learned some knowledge that he had never known before.

For example, in addition to the previous levels (such as dangerous level and terrifying level), there are four levels of spirits.

As the most disgusting monster among the four levels, arthropod spirits are ranked at the lowest level. Even one arthropod spirit is more dangerous than a giant rat, but they really have no IQ to stand up to them - even the giant rats

Everyone knows how to avoid traps, and anyone who knows how to lay traps can use reliable traps to destroy a wave of arthropods.

Arthropod spirits are naturally animal spirits. They have body temperature, natural armor made of hard skin, and a certain amount of intelligence. They know how to seek advantages and avoid harm. In addition to being human killers, animal spirits can sometimes be killed by some specialists.

Controlled by professionals who control animal spirits.

Although they are very dangerous, they at least understand that big fists are the last word.

Some spirits that were formerly domesticated animals and have friendly relationships with humans will even become closer to humans.

On top of the animal spirits, there are humanoid spirits - these are very dangerous spirits. The mutilator that Marin encountered before is one of them. They can use weapons and look more like humans than animals, but they are more

Danger, such as the terrifying living corpse bride, which is a rare kind of spirit that was supposed to have a happy life, but was destroyed overnight. This kind of spirit looks like a human, but it is the spirit that hates living things the most.

They will destroy every living person in sight.

Except babies and cubs.

Surprisingly enough, they do not harm babies and seemingly young children, perhaps the last glimmer of remaining motherhood in their resentful souls.

On top of the humanoid spirits, there are the spirit spirits - generally speaking, they are invisible spirits, but the spirit spirits also include tangible spirits such as the resentful flying head.

This is a big category, usually full of all kinds of stuff that would make most people lose their sanity at just one glance.

And they are extremely cunning. For example, the spirit body that Marin encountered before could attack from behind but never attack from the front. It is completely different from the arthropod macho who takes life and death lightly.

For example, the row of heads soaked in jars behind old Ferrero. Marin had seen them when he came in before. They ranged from those with spines to those with throats to those with both types and those without both types.

What Lin sighed a little was that every head... was bald.

Of course, this may be related to the age of Feitou when he was alive... It is really sad for people to live in middle age.

Old Ferrero's technique was very good. He could easily take out the parts from the spider mother while talking.

Most of these parts can be equated with mowes (the human heads on banknotes), and some are used as production props, such as the previous spider silk glands. The silk hidden in them can be extracted and used as raw materials for armor.

It can be very effective against puncture attacks. Its only weakness is that it is not fireproof and is even somewhat flammable. It requires some flame retardant materials as auxiliary weaving.

Some are used as potion materials, such as the Spider Walking Potion, which requires the abdominal organs of the spider mother as a material. It allows the person who drinks the potion to walk on flat ground even when facing walls for a certain period of time.

It doesn't sound like it is of much use, but in fact this thing is in short supply in the church. Those demon hunters and agents who do shady things all need this kind of thing that may save their lives at critical moments.

something.

"Come on, little guy, have you seen this thing?" Old Ferrero took out an organ from the spider mother's thoracic segment and handed it to Marin.

Marin nodded, looked at this little thing, and thought for a moment: "An organ like a heart, right?"

"This is the most expensive material in the entire spider mother. Guess what it does." Old Ferrero put the organ into the silver box handed over by Colin.

"Can you refine the potion of immortality?" Marin gave full play to his acting skills.

The old half-elf laughed and waved his hands.

"It is the core material of the basic ladder potion of the professional 'Spider Walker'." He smiled, and then looked at Marin: "But you are not wrong, after all, becoming a professional can live longer."

Marin blinked, then looked at the spider mother who was still being pulled away by him, and then looked at the other ghoul on the operating table: "Do ghouls also have such organs?"

"Yes, but that is a forbidden road." Old Ferrero shook his head: "We will take out the organ and then destroy it."

"Why?" Marin asked.

"Because that is the core material of the basic ladder potion of the professional 'living zombie'." This time, Colin answered this question for Marin: "This path is too evil, it will make people become less human.

So it's a forbidden path, trust me, Marin, your sister won't like you turning into a monster like that, because it will make you smell bad."

Marin's eyes widened and he pulled down his mask: "Is it smellier than here?"

"Compared with that smell, this place is as sweet as the most luxurious hotel." Old Ferrero replied with a smile as he looked at the surprised Marin.

"Forget it, I don't want Maya to hate me." Marin felt that although the word taboo sounded full of the flavor of the liberal new wave, if he really wanted to become a smelly professional, it would be better to

Kill him.

The most important point: "Whether the living corpse will rot on the surface."

"You also know?" Old Ferrero glanced at Colin.

"No, I just think it's not bad, so it shouldn't be that smelly." Marin smiled and stuck out his tongue.
Chapter completed!