"Mr. Hood, I currently have three treatment options."
The three stood under the bright moonlight in the woods, Jenkins didn't waste any more time, and stretched out three fingers:
"First, I will use this to help you directly. This wrench is named [Mechanical Repairer] by the church. It can repair most of the machinery, even ancient omnics. But your arm is not purely mechanical. So I'm not sure if there will be any adverse consequences to using this."
He took out the wrench that he had been wearing around his waist all night and shook it. Mr. Hood nodded without expressing his opinion.
"Second, let's cut off your broken arm, and I'll grow another one for you, or I'll give you a piece of holy spring water, which is a spring water obtained with a gift, and can heal any physical injury. In short , no matter what, this is equivalent to completely abandoning the mechanical arm and turning back to a normal person."
In Jenkins' opinion, this is the best treatment plan, but Mr. Hood did not show any emotion.
"Third, if you like mechanical arms, I can also cut off your arm, and then install a purely mechanical arm for you. I am not a member of the Mechanical Church, and I have no friends of the Mechanical Church. The technology of the mechanical arm comes from gears Craftsmen will, so I can't guarantee that this technology is absolutely safe. Moreover, this arm lacks auxiliary energy modules, and I may have to use tulip seeds to make some unique designs of my own. In short, it is very dangerous."
Jenkins said, Mr. Hood thought for a while, and looked at Miss Magic standing aside curiously:
"Which treatment do you think I should choose?"
"It depends on your plans for the future. I can't help you decide the future."
Miss Magic refused.
"I don't recommend the third option. I don't know how much you know about Nolan's recent situation. In short, even if there is no problem with auxiliary energy, I think there may be problems with the mechanized body."
Jenkins suggested.
"Then choose the first option."
Mr. Hood leaned on the tree and said, the middle-aged man showed no tangled expression on his face.
"Oh? Are you sure?"
Jenkins thought he would choose the second method. After all, whether it is the [World Tree Seedling] or the treatment of the holy spring water bottle, it can perfectly grow human flesh and blood arms:
"Let me emphasize again, the arm grown in the second way has no cost or side effects."
"I get it, but I want to keep my current arm. It helps me remember what happened in the past forever."
Mr. Hood said firmly, which made Jenkins recall the story of the curse of the Carmel family again, which was a long story. At the end of the story, Jenkins kills Mr. Hood's father.
He understood the mixed feelings of Mr. Hood, the old Kamel who cut off Mr. Hood's arm in the catacombs and buried him alive in the tunnel. If it weren't for the old elf, Mr. Hood would be dead long ago.
It wouldn't surprise Jenkins if Mr. Hood dreamed about it every night. He has no intention of changing Mr. Hood's mind, and he is not good at helping others to clear up their knots, so he didn't say anything, nodded:
"Since this arm has a past that you can't forget, then I respect your choice. You make your own decision, but you can't go back on your word. Make sure you choose the first way, let me repair it with a wrench, right?"
"Yes."
Mr. Hood nodded heavily, so Jenkins first took out the tulip seed that was about to rot from his arm. Then asked Mr. Hood to hold that arm as flat as possible by his side, took out the wrench and hit it.
Miss Magic waited for a while, and saw that neither of the two men made any next move:
"Is this the end?"
"I feel… "
Mr. Hood bent his arm, with a smile on his face:
"It seems that there is no pain."
"You'd better find out if you can't feel the pain of the lesion, or if you can't feel the pain at all."
Miss Magic kindly reminded, so Mr. Hood pinched himself with the other hand, and smiled even more happily:
"I can feel, oh, my hands are really strong."
He shook his arms excitedly, and even swung around empty-handed to make sure all the movements could be done:
"Mr. Candle, thank you very much this time. The feeling now seems to bring me back to my youth. I thought this arm would take me a long time to repair, but I didn't expect it to be so simple. I must repay you , Mr. Candle, you can't help me... Mr. Candle?"
While excited, he noticed something wrong with his friend's face. Holding the wrench, the young man stood there in a daze, not even paying attention to the cat on his shoulder sweeping his neck with its tail.
"Mr. Candle?"
"Huh? Oh yes, I am. How does the arm feel?"
Jenkins seemed to have just recovered.
"It feels good, I think it's fixed."
"I'll check again."
He rested his fingers on Mr. Hood's arm to confirm that the flesh and blood were also completely normal.
"What happened to you just now?"
Miss Magic on the side asked:
"The expression just now is as if I suddenly thought that I forgot to turn off the valve of the gas lamp when I went out."
"It's nothing, it's just that the feeling of wanting to sneeze is getting stronger. Mr. Hood, can you tell me who was the one who repaired that severed arm for you in the first place?"
The moment Jenkins knocked just now, he "saw" the internal structure of the item being repaired again. What he saw was the perfect fusion of human body and machinery, and the mutual cooperation of arms, which has a completely different aesthetic feeling from the technology of gear craftsmen. Even though he was worried about the appearance of machinery in the human body, he believed that the technology of Mr. Hood's arm would not go wrong.
The person who repaired the broken arm was definitely not a member of the Cogsmiths, and the arm didn't look like the technology of the Mechanicum. This also gave Jenkins the throbbing that was about to come out. This time, there was really only the last step left before "sneezing" and "opening the door", but he just couldn't find the steps to proceed.
"The muscles and bones of the arm and a few nerves are from one of my elders... It's not convenient to reveal his identity, sorry. He helped repair it."
Mr. Hood said apologetically.
"The mechanical structure was made with the help of an old friend of mine. It has been a long time since he left Nolan. The last time he received a letter was at the end of the year two years ago. This is a secretist and a loner. I am also It is inconvenient to disclose his identity information, but I can tell you that he is a believer in the false god [God of Play and Toys]."
This is a fairly unknown false god, and because of the danger-oriented nature of the [play] priesthood, there are many dangerous people among its followers. But thinking of the [toy] priesthood, Jenkins subconsciously thought of [Mr. Mischief]. Then I didn't think about it any more. Whether the two were related or not had nothing to do with him.