Chapter 382: [Bonus Chapter] Appraisal 2 (1/2)

Chapter 382: [Bonus Chapter] Appraisal 2

"Alterhurossed to realize how tense the tone of the conversation had gotten His led in study as he stared at the bloody es of heart construction

The design and farme of the heart has already been conceptualized – you need only to fill it in with realm compatible flesh

As I see now, it is Alterhuman flesh The presence of ritual blood, a perfect alchemical mixture of your essence and mortal lifeblood, only proves this further All that is left for you now is to begin the ritual to transfer your consciousness

And a full heart? Not a si for a permanent host"

"Ah, now here is an acade up "And one versed in the ritualistic arts, too Shame you did not show yourself here earlier, Mind Eater And a wonder you are still around I thought the Goddess purged ritualists quite thoroughly"

"Believe me, demoness, I am here in spite of the Goddess's efforts, not froine" Medula gave Fler'Gan an appraising, vaguely appreciative look, about as appreciative as her deadpan stare could muster "Hounded on both sides by enforcers of the Elder Mind seeking to purge strays and paladins of the One Light Quite troublesoe that never ends"

"Here you are," repeated Medula "And here I a a body such that I may finally leave this prison and continue my own search How are we on that quest, Usurper?"

"Five days off I trust that living a thousand years has given you the patience to wait that long, right?" said Aldrich

"Of course, of course" Medula flicked her wrists, and di away the viscera and blood until they were spotless clean "Now then, what do you wish fro of enie I have already," said Aldrich "I need you to appraise that"

Fler'Gan held up the case

"Fler'Gan will appraise it on his own, but I'd like a second opinion too," said Aldrich

"And appraisals are not eneralist, I do know a little of the field I ae such as you are capable of farsince ceased to work on me," said Medula

"I do wonder why," said Valera, pointedly "Perhaps, maybe, your attitude draws little of the in a locked horns staredown

"Where's the Death Lord?" said Aldrich, defusing the situation "I can usually sense her presence, even if she's not right here But today, it's faint, if not nonexistant"