Chapter 276: A Shocking Experiment and the Dragon Crystal (2/2)

“Of course! This right here is handsome! Take a good look and admit your inferiority,” the old gnome stated as he took out a painting and slammed it open on the ground.

Everyone gathered as they hoped to witness something which would cause even Stingham to feel inferior about himself. But as they all saw the painting, they nearly toppled to the ground.

The painting depicted a leather cloak wearing gnome with a carrot like head.

“This is what is called handsome! Do you understand now? Look at his nose and brows! So handsome!” the old gnome excitedly cried out as sweat emerged atop everyone’s foreheads.

“What is this difference in tastes? It is simply too hard to compare,” Stingham let out a sigh of relief as he wiped away his sweat. He inwardly thought that it was quite fortunate that this old gnome had refused to do surgery on him. Otherwise, his features might have been transformed to look like this gnome brother’s.

“Eh?”

Right at this moment, the old gnome’s expression brightened up as if he had discovered a new continent as he approached and circled around Ferguillo.

“Your vitality seems to be very strong. Moreover, every single particle in your body seems to be constantly active and filled with the aura of life. Compared to you, that narcissist fool is really just a pile of trash!” Figaro exclaimed, his eyes glinting.

“What do you mean, narcissist fool? My handsomeness is recognized by everyone else. And how can I go from being trash to garbage?!” Stingham shrieked in melancholy.

“What do you say? Will you take part in my experiment? With my grafting techniques and your strong vitality, we shall definitely succeed!” Figaro excitedly said as he ignored Stingham and attentively looked at Ferguillo.

“He’s set his eyes on boss…” Wilde turned and looked at Ferguillo.

“Alright. But let’s wait until a suitable time to talk about it,” Ferguillo casually replied.

“Good! Then I shall continue perfecting my skills!”

Figaro was so excited that his entire body trembled.

“Eh, you aren’t really interested in being his grafting subject, are you?” Stingham asked Ferguillo as he rolled his eyes.

“Now then, let me commence my experiment once more! My final attempt at rescue!” Figaro loudly cried out as he suddenly became invigorated once more and seemed to forget about the presence of everyone around him.

“Final attempt at rescue?” Stingham asked curiously.

“I’m going to see if I can use a combination of potions to combat the side effects caused by the grafting and restore vitality to the subject,” Figaro said sternly as he vigorously shook the glass flask in his hand.

The light gray liquid in the flask abruptly released an intense light as it turned a deep green and began to bubble.

Stingham nearly fainted as he watched Figaro pour the liquid directly onto the three hearts embedded within Stewart’s open chest.

Fine bubbles rose from within Stewart’s chest as the liquid quickly permeated into the hearts.

“Awoooooooo!”

The fainted Stewart abruptly let out a hideous roar as his body violently convulsed atop the table.

Stingham subconsciously took a step back.

Thump! Thump! Thump!

The three hearts within Stewart’s chest began to fiercely beat. But just a dozen or so seconds later, Stewart opened his mouth as if to gasp, and then stopped moving. His body slowly began to stiffen.

“I still failed… it seems like it is indeed necessary to start off with a strong enough body in the first place,” Figaro shook his head in frustration as he observed the Stewart’s corpse on the table.

“A powerful arcane master was killed just like that?” Black lines filled Stingham’s face as he shouted, “Old gnome, you wouldn’t happen to be a spy placed here by our Kingdom of Eiche, would you?”

“Alright. Stop bothering my thoughts and research. If there is nothing, then please leave me in peace. Over there is some trash left by Stewart and several other fellows. If I remember correctly, there should be a dragon crystal. If you must take something, then take that pile,” Figaro’s face remained emotionless as he spoke to Stingham.

“A pile of trash? I am a robber, yet you are treating me as a garbage man?” Stingham shouted. But then, he abruptly paused his tirade as he asked, “Dragon crystal?”