South of the Molai Commercial Commonwealth, Sweettree Harbor.

This port is the home base of the Marquis Sweet Tree family, and Marquis Sweet Tree was a veteran of the Molai Federation when it was established. Although it is far less famous than the five dukes, it actually has a very high status in the federation-except for the dukes. Few people know that this strangely named marquis family plays the role of the "mediator" of the Federation.

The so-called mediators are those who come forward to ease the relationship between the two sides when the dukes have serious contradictions and have to implement the principle of "the minority obeys the majority". This person does not need strong strength, but needs to have a good relationship with all the dukes, so that even if everyone is angry, at least they are willing to meet him and listen to his opinions and suggestions.

The Marquis of Sweet Tree usually goes deep into the house, and he almost never sees guests except for his contacts with several dukes. But today, he left the mansion, went out to sea by boat, and came to an island far from the port.

This island was originally a prison. Except for a few weeds, there were not many bushes on the bare desert island. Several sturdy stone houses were not only the residence of the jailers, but also the only shelter on the island that could shelter from the wind and rain.

The prisoners on this prison island are not imprisoned in the house, but are kept outside, ordinarily they will try to escape, but all the prisoners sent to the island are all inscribed with special incantations, a If you encounter sea water, you will be completely powerless. If you go into the sea, you will naturally drown. Those races that can breathe in water will of course not be locked here.

In the past years, many famous thieves have been imprisoned on this island, but today, the situation on the island is completely different from the past.

A patch of low-slung but sturdy buildings dot the island, and the harbour has been noticeably renovated to accommodate larger ships coming in and out. Moreover, there are many fully armed soldiers on the island who are managing some dogs. Some of them are feeding and some are training. It seems that they are going to be transferred to animal trainers.

The Marquis of Sweet Tree got off the ship at the port, and someone immediately led him to those buildings. When he arrived at the gates of these buildings, he heard a hoarse barking not far away. It seemed that a dog was being slaughtered, but it was barking extremely violently, and he didn't know what kind of crazy method was used.

The Marquis of Sweet Tree, whose hair was half white, shivered slightly and muttered, "Although it's not the first time, every time I hear this kind of voice, I feel a little chill..."

After a while, a scholar in a white lab coat with wet blood on his clothes came over. He had heavy dark circles under his eyes and obviously lacked sleep, but he couldn't see even a little bit of tiredness in his gloomy dead fish eyes. If you look at it, you can also find an almost imperceptible smile from the corner of his mouth.

(I just did that kind of thing, and I can still laugh?)

The Marquis of Sweet Tree thought so, and facing the eyes of the other party, he immediately felt a cold pressure - not the pressure of facing the strong, but the kind of... the pressure of facing the terrible monsters that feed on humans.

This made him instantly understand that the person in front of him was just "something" in the shape of a human.

His heart seemed to be grabbed by something, and it shrank suddenly, which made his face pale. Fortunately, there was a table beside him. By holding the table, he could finally stand firm and not show his timidity.

"Mr. Aaron Walter, it's a pleasure to meet you."

"You can call me Aaron Igor Kunzlin, or just 'Igor Kunzlin'." The traveler who looked like a surgeon in a white coat replied, "I changed my name. ."

"This name... is there any allusion to it?" asked the Marquis of Sweet Tree.

"I just don't want to be recognized by some acquaintances by my name." Igor Kunzlin replied, "You came to me suddenly, is the situation ahead changed again?"

The Marquis of Sweet Tree smiled bitterly: "As you guessed, since the canonization ceremony hosted by Duke Alanz ended, the Thracian army that was originally stationed went south again, and the way was still as smooth as the autumn wind sweeping the leaves. It's not far from the iron lock fortress."

Igor Kunzlin's face showed a little surprise: "The iron lock fortress is already located in the middle of the Federation... It can even be regarded as the southern part. According to you, doesn't it mean that most of the Federation has been lost?"

The Marquis of Sweet Tree showed a bitter smile: "Exactly."

"Impossible, such a large territory, so many nobles, so many population... Even if ten people fight one, they can beat the Thracians to scum. How did you fight this battle?"

"In fact, there were hardly many battles." The Marquis of Sweet Tree sighed. "Few people dared to resist in the face of Duke Elanz, and the Thracian army fought almost no battles along the way."

"...The patriotic enthusiasm of you Molai people really opened my eyes."

The Marquis of Sweet Tree could only smile bitterly and was speechless, unable to answer.

Fortunately, Igor Kunzlin didn't bother with this issue anymore, but asked: "You came to me, do you want to put synthetic beasts into actual combat?"

"Yes, there is no time to slowly improve it now. If you can't achieve a large-scale victory, the entire Molai will not be able to keep it!" The Marquis of Sweet Tree said worriedly, "If you want to use it now, how much synthesis can you provide? beast?"

"The mutagenesis agent has not yet been fully finalized, and currently it can only provide about 40% of the effective rate." Igor Kunzlin replied, "And even if the mutagenesis is successful, it still needs to be trained before it can really play a role. …”

"We don't need those synthetic beasts to be well controlled, as long as they can execute general instructions." The Marquis of Sweet Tree interrupted him.

Igor Kunzlin thought for a while and said: "If the requirements are reduced to this level, I can provide a potion with an efficiency of about 60%. But in that case, the lifespan of the synthetic beasts will be very short. ... not more than a month."

"A month? That's enough."

Igor Kunzlin nodded: "In this case, I will adjust the production line immediately. Within ten days, I will deliver about 20,000 doses of medicine."

"Twenty thousand potions...that's about 12,200 synthetic beasts..." The Marquis of Sweet Tree finally showed a smile, "This is the only good news I heard today!"

"Then I'll go to work." Igor Kunzlin turned around, took a few steps, stopped suddenly, turned his head and said, "By the way, the raw materials are not enough, so I will send another batch."

The Marquis of Sweet Tree frowned and asked, "How much do you need?"

"About one hundred to one hundred and fifty." Igor Kunzlin replied, "The production process is not very stable, and the consumption of raw materials is not very accurate."

"Well, I'll send two hundred over here!" said the Marquis of Sweet Tree seriously, "Is it the same as before, as long as it is purely human?"

"That's right, my production line is based on this design." Igor Kunzlin turned around again and walked towards the door, "Send it as soon as possible. If you want to produce at full capacity, the current material can only last for two years. It's only three days."

After more than an hour, on the way to the port away from the prison island, the Marquis of Sweet Tree looked at the island that was like **** in his eyes with a look of fear, and sighed deeply.

"Maybe... I'm making a deal with the devil..."