"Don't you know how to forge prosthetic legs?" Jasmine asked curiously.
The time had been too rushed, so she had not yet had the chance to understand the true abilities of her alchemist group. If they could also forge prosthetic legs, then the Black Dragon territory would have an additional high-end and exclusive source of income. After all, those who could afford prosthetic legs belonged to the category of wealthy people, nobles, or rich merchants who had suffered accidents.
Hearing this, Percival blushed, lowered his head, and twisted his hands together, feeling too guilty to look at the Lord who was full of expectations for him.
It was still Arlington who, because of his illness, always rested and recuperated in the room and had a low sense of presence, sitting on the bed and answering hoarsely:
