Even in Leilin's previous life, transplanting organs required careful attention to antibody rejection and similar complications.
If that was the case for transplants between ordinary humans, then it was even more critical now that he was essentially forcing the heart of an incredibly powerful ancient creature into the body of an ordinary wizard.
As a result, even with the assistance of magic, Leilin had to spend a great deal of time allowing his body and the heart to gradually adapt to each other through a process of mutual accommodation.
The progress of the heart modification had accordingly slowed to a crawl.
But now, it turned out that Thousand-Eyed Starfish meat also possessed the effect of suppressing antibody rejection and accelerating organ compatibility. How could Leilin not be overjoyed at this discovery?
After learning the specific properties and usage of the Thousand-Eyed Starfish meat fossil in his possession, Leilin left the Array Spirit Machine Room in a pleasant mood. Shortly after, he heard a piece of news.
"What? Someone wants to see me? And they're carrying a first-level contribution token from the Four Seasons Garden?" Leilin rubbed his chin and asked, "Who is it?"
The one who came to deliver the message was a young female wizard. Her gaze as she looked at Leilin was brimming with admiration. It had to be said that after the bloodline modification, Leilin's appearance had become top-tier handsome no matter where you went, and his strength was astonishing — reaching the peak of the first level at such a young age! This had already created quite a stir in the area, winning him the adoration of many female wizards.
"An old woman, and her temperament is very… arrogant!"
The female wizard lowered her head and thought for a moment before settling on that word.
"An arrogant old woman?" Leilin paused, then a hint of a smile appeared at the corner of his lips. He had already guessed who it was. "Take her to Reception Room Three. I'll receive her there!"
The female wizard bowed and quickly withdrew.
Leilin stood there looking thoughtful. Through the curses he had planted in Manla and Jenna, he could also sense certain things in their vicinity to a degree.
Earlier, when he had sensed the compound curse he placed on Manla erupting, Leilin had a premonition that the family behind Jenna might choose to compromise with him. Now it seemed that was exactly what had happened.
Calculating the time, it was very close to the moment the curse would fully manifest. The other side must have tried every means at their disposal, and only after being driven to a dead end had they chosen to compromise with Leilin.
"What should I demand this time?" Leilin rubbed his chin. He had absolutely no good will toward this self-important family and intended to make them bleed heavily, then enjoy watching them fall from heaven to hell.
"Though, daring to maintain that attitude on my territory…" A cold glint flashed in Leilin's eyes.
Three hours later, from inside Reception Room Three came the shrill shrieking of an old woman: "I don't care what he's doing — I've been waiting here for over three hours now! Whatever it takes, I want to see him! Immediately! Right now! Otherwise, I'll use my contribution token to have you dismissed! I swear it!"
Crash! The sound of a cup shattering against the floor followed.
The female wizard who had delivered the message earlier came running out, her expression none too pleasant either. "Damn that old woman. Does she think a single contribution token gives her the right to order everyone around? One day…"
The female wizard muttered her curse under her breath, when suddenly the light before her dimmed as a figure appeared.
"Lord… Lord Leilin! The guest has been demanding to see you!" She startled, then immediately bowed, two faint blushes drifting across her cheeks.
"I know!" Leilin suppressed a laugh and walked into the reception room under the female wizard's somewhat dazed gaze.
He had deliberately taken his time coming over this time, wanting to cool the other party's temper a bit. But it seemed now that this kind of neurosis had seeped into every facet of their soul, and there was probably no way to change it.
"I already said… have Leilin come…"
Reception Room Three was quite spacious, furnished with several long leather sofas and several tables in the center, allowing guests to sit comfortably and drink beverages while they talked.
But at the moment, one of the center tables had been knocked over, and shards of cups and saucers lay scattered on the floor. An old woman dressed in noble attire, her face veiled, wearing black silk gloves and clutching a small handbag, was standing in the middle of the room shouting furiously.
When she saw Leilin, she first froze in surprise, then her eyes blazed with hatred.
The old woman's chest heaved repeatedly as she seemingly struggled to suppress the fury within. Then, in an imperious tone, she said: "So you're Leilin? How dare you offend our noble Portley Family! This is an utterly unforgivable crime! But the Great Mother of Peace is always merciful and compassionate. Now, confess your wrongs to me, cure Jenna, and I may consider reducing your punishment…"
As the old woman spoke, she cast a condescending glance over Leilin, as though allowing him to atone was some tremendous act of mercy.
"Wait!" This patronizing gaze made Leilin extremely displeased, so he cut the old woman off directly.
"What? Ready to confess, are you?" The old woman raised her chin haughtily.
"No! I was going to ask — are you out of your mind?" Leilin said flatly.
"What did you say?" The old woman's face was filled with disbelief. She simply could not accept that someone would dare speak to her like that.