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Chapter 62 Turns out I had to assemble it myself after all that...

Chapter 62 Turns out I had to assemble it myself after all that...

After Milan finished recounting the information she had received, she immediately turned around, suppressing her urge to vomit.

"Is that so?" Rhodes pondered.

"Are you questioning my professional competence?" Milan raised an eyebrow.

"No, not at all." As he spoke, Rod pulled up his mask, skillfully pulled out a pair of gloves from his pocket, and prepared to squat down to examine the body.

But he suddenly paused, as if remembering something, and said with his head down, "I have something to do next, you might mind."

"what?"

Before his two companions, one inside and one outside, could react, Rhodes reached into the rotting part, grabbed the corpse's jaw, and pried it open forcefully.

Tear—

The rotting flesh made a sticky tearing sound, and half of the dark green face, along with part of the scalp, was ripped off.

"!!!"

"What are you doing?!"

Two women's shocked voices came from both inside and outside at the same time, but Rhodes ignored them.

"So it wasn't something I was born with," Rhodes examined the stitching marks. "Such rough stitching, no wonder there are so many incompatible marks on my body."

"What the hell are you doing?!"

"Hmm—was it sewn on while the patient was still alive? Like a skin graft, it even left signs of scar hyperplasia. It must have been successful?"

As Rod muttered to himself, he reached his hand through the openwork part into the mouth, pinched the other cheek over the palate, and then pried open the eyelids to check the condition of the eyes.

"That's strange," he muttered to himself, "Why did the green-skinned parts rot first, while the human parts still retained some elasticity?"

"Is it because the two races are incompatible? Or is it because goblin flesh rots faster than human flesh?"

Compared to Rhodes's intense thirst for knowledge and spirit of exploration, Alina in the consciousness space had already gone black and was about to faint. Under immense pressure, she chose to unilaterally sever her connection with the outside world.

"The wolf fur is the same; the skinning technique was terrible," Rhodes muttered, squinting at the liquefied, sticky fat beneath the wolf skin. "However, this suggests the perpetrator wasn't a hunter or butcher—"

"Hey Hero—"

Even Milan, who is generally more resilient, couldn't help but twitch at the sight: "Can you please stop playing with that corpse?"

"Playing with someone? Why do you think that?" Rhodes looked up at her, puzzled. "I was just conducting a normal examination of the body."

"Is this normal?" Milan opened her mouth, looking troubled. "No normal person would dismantle the corpse of their own kind like this, would they? You're practically insulting a corpse—"

"But if we want to find out what he went through, we have to do this."

Seeing Milan's still incomprehensible gaze, Rhodes couldn't help but ask the question that had been lingering in his mind: "Speaking of which, when you mages conduct research, do you never perform autopsies?"

"An autopsy like this?" Milan's expression was quite strange. "I'm not a necromancer, why would I do such a horrible thing to a corpse?!"

"Rather than saying, it's strange that you'd act like this," Milan said, pointing at Rod who was half-squatting on the ground. "What kind of hobby could a wandering swordsman like you have that leads to all this—"

There were some things Milan ultimately couldn't say.

Hiro was, after all, a partner he had worked with before. Whether dealing with villagers or fighting monsters, he displayed an extremely reliable and composed image.

This made it difficult for Milan to determine whether the other party belonged to those who, in pursuit of power, overstepped the boundaries and researched forbidden magic.

"Ah—is that so?" Rhodes was taken aback upon hearing this.

Does the Ranger's special skill of performing autopsies violate his character design?

The ranger can track prey based on various traces and investigate the surrounding environment.

It's perfectly normal to conduct a basic examination of the corpse to analyze various information in order to track down the monster, right?

Rod silently convinced himself and continued studying the corpse with a clear conscience.

"This bone—the symptoms seem familiar," Rod said, holding the uneven bone and suddenly looking at Milan. "Don't you think his symptoms are a bit like the goblin chief we saw in that goblin cave?"

"Huh? What?" Milan was stunned for a moment after hearing this.

"It's like when it licked that strange stalactite solution, and its wounds rapidly healed and proliferated abnormally," Rhodes patiently described, pointing to the bones. "Look at its bones and these clusters of tumors under its skin, don't they look like—"

"Who remembers that!" Milan quickly waved her hand, not daring to look directly at it. "I only remember how that guy looked after I burned him to a crisp."

"Don't you really remember?" Rhodes tried to use the art of language to help her recall that scene. "The flesh around that guy's wound was turned inside out, but it healed rapidly right in front of us, and clusters of dark red tumors of varying sizes grew out. Even the broken bone twisted and grew back—"

"Enough, stop talking, I'm begging you—" Milan said, covering her ears with her eyes closed, clearly annoyed.

"Well," Rod said with a hint of regret, "the environment here is too rough; we can't detect many things—"

"I think you've examined him thoroughly enough—" Milan said, looking at Rod with a headache.

"If the other person's soul saw its corpse being tormented like this by you, it would definitely want to come and take your life, wouldn't it?"

"That's true—" Rhodes, with the simple wish for a peaceful burial, looked at Milan and asked, "Do you have the magic to restore a corpse?"

"No!"

"There isn't one?" Rhodes was greatly disappointed. "So, it turns out I still have to assemble it myself—"

Milan watched in agony as he squatted there, tinkering for a long time to piece the body back together, then skillfully began digging a pit and burying the body.

The more she watched this process, the more horrified she became.

How many times has this guy done something like this?

It feels like his burial speed is already on par with those professional body collectors, no, even faster.

What ordinary corpse collector has his stamina and speed?

After finishing his work, Rod noticed Milan staring intently at him. As he took off his gloves, he asked, "Is there any water? I'd like to wash my hands."

The two stared at each other, and Milan remained silent for a long time before finally giving in and casting a cleansing spell on him with a frustrated expression.

"Magic is really convenient—" Rhodes exclaimed, not forgetting to say to Milan, whose expression was complicated, "Thank you."