Chapter 1394: Chapter 955: You Still Sell This Thing? Chapter 1394: Chapter 955: You Still Sell This Thing? You Si is a Goblin Mechanic, who is most skilled at fabricating mechanical items, to the point where he is literally named You Si, and he also has a brother named Gear.

He is the biggest supplier of Airships and their components in the entire black market. His main business is manufacturing and maintaining Airship components, while his side business is alchemy.

Actually, the profession of alchemy is quite broad, encompassing mechanics, potions, material reinforcement, enchantments, and so on–all can be classified under alchemy. Someone like Durken, known as the King of Alchemy, is versed in all of these areas.

But You Si specializes only in mechanics. Airships are large mechanical structures, while components are the small ones. Whether it’s Airships or components, if they are equipped with Space Ornaments, their grade can easily be enhanced, fetching a good price.

Take a carriage for example, one outfitted with just four wheels is a cargo carriage, one fitted with passenger compartments is a coach, one that is more comfortably furnished is a luxury carriage, and one equipped with a cooling Array, Communication Array, a big sofa, and a large bed turns into a mobile home.

The same logic applies to Airships and components. Equipping them with a Space Ornament significantly elevates their class, that’s why You Si is always on the lookout for Space Ornaments. As soon as he hears someone has a large number of Space Ornaments for sale, he quickly approaches them.

However, when the two sides met and shook hands, the other Goblin looked puzzled and said: “You’ve been poisoned? What happened? Have you been experiencing back pain, lack of energy, feeling sleepy, and having allergic reactions lately?”

“Ah? How do you know? I’ve been poisoned?” You Si asked in shock, then gave a wary glance at Silver Coin.

Silver Coin spoke calmly: “I don’t know, but I can feel that your Life Force is waning. If it’s not due to old age, then you must have been poisoned. You should get checked by a Water Mage. How old are you?”

“Fifty.”

“Pfft… I thought you were seventy. You’d better get that checked out pronto. No wonder your hair’s a mess; it’s actually thinning, and you’re losing hair,” Silver Coin remarked.

You Si, half-believing, half in doubt, decided to get someone to take a look. He called over a Water Mage, and indeed, the diagnosis was poisoning.

“Metal poisoning, strange, can metals be poisoned too? I’m in contact with gold, silver, copper, and iron every day; we mechanics touch metals all the time, so why am I the only one who got poisoned?” You Si asked, puzzled.

Silver Coin spread his hands: “I wouldn’t know, it’s our first time meeting, and I’m not sure what you usually come in contact with. But there are only a few kinds of toxic metals: Magic Lead, polonium, beryllium, arsenic, thallium… I can’t remember how many there are exactly, we’ll have to ask others.”

“I know about Magic Lead, but what are the others? Hurry, go find someone to ask, no, I’ll come with you, let’s go,” You Si said, eager to drag Silver Coin along.

Before he had knowledge of it, he could sit still, but now that You Si knew he was poisoned, how could he remain seated?

Silver Coin hesitated: “Uh, I’m here to sell things, this…”

“I’ll buy all of your items, at the highest price, they are Space Ornaments, right? Considering the size of my business, I can handle four or five,” You Si said urgently.

“There’s no need for that, sigh, let’s sort your issue out first,” Silver Coin said, sounding slightly troubled.

This whole performance made You Si appreciate Silver Coin greatly, and he felt a surge of goodwill toward him.

Intelligent beings are sometimes strange. They might turn a blind eye to very significant favors, yet they could be moved to tears by some trivial acts of kindness.

For instance, in matters of life-saving, he would naturally demand and urge you to help, and if you don’t help him now, he might bear a grudge. He may even say something like “We are all Goblins, why wouldn’t you help me?”

But if you show hesitation, indicating that it would be a waste of your own time, and eventually decide to help anyway, he would be profoundly grateful that you took the time to help him first.

From a merchant’s perspective, a favor might be too substantial to repay, so they’d rather not repay it at all, even to the point of eliminating the benefactor to end the debt of gratitude. Hence the saying, “A cup of rice is a benefactor, a peck of rice is an enemy.”

Although Silver Coin didn’t know what kind of character You Si was, he still habitually put on an act because helping others isn’t truly helpful unless they feel it.

You Si obviously felt it, which is why he managed a smile when Silver Coin announced the cancellation of their deal.

In the car, Silver Coin quickly briefed on the situation, then asked, “Lord, can you tell what poison he has been afflicted with? Is it treatable?”

Ange shook his head, then nodded.

Negris translated, “We don’t know what poison it is, but it can be treated. Wow, you can treat it even without knowing what poison it is? I’m impressed.”

Although Negris made his sarcastic remark, he didn’t doubt it at all because Ange can cure you even if he doesn’t know what the illness is. At worst, he would just replace the body.

Even mental illness can’t be cured by a body transplant, but there’s always the Monarch for that. This Old Immortal’s deletion of memories and personalities is more formidable than Anthony, and Negris’s memories from the past are now irretrievable.

Back at You Si’s factory, after parking the car, You Si couldn’t wait to ask, “Gentlemen, what kind of poison have I contracted? Is it curable?”

His Wizard had already checked his body and had roughly explained the situation – he had been suffering from long-term metal toxicity, and his kidneys were damaged, which is why he felt fatigue and allergies lately.

Damage of this degree cannot be treated with Water Magic, nor do Pharmacists have the means to treat it. Once, the Temple of Light had some rather miraculous healing methods, but those were gone with the fall of the Lord of Light.

“Treating it shouldn’t be a problem, but this kind of treatment will consume a lot of materials…” Having received a definitive answer from Ange, Silver Coin was confident and, upon hearing this, pretended to be in a tough spot, quietly negotiating with You Si.

Saving a Goblin with kidney failure and clearing his body of metal toxins is an easy task for Ange, but for any living being, it would be a miracle.

Miracles should not come easily, or they won’t be cherished, just like how Lightning easily got to eat sprouts from the World Tree and then started clamoring for sprouts and eggs every day.

Moreover, You Si wasn’t a disciple of Ange, so an equivalent exchange was definitely warranted. It was just unclear what thing in his life could be of equivalent value.

While they were chatting, Ange and Negris started looking around. This must be You Si’s most frequented place, probably a workshop, with tools and materials everywhere, and rows of cabinets against the wall holding various Alchemical Items.

Negris was mainly looking at the materials, to identify the metal that had poisoned You Si, while Ange was more interested in the Alchemical Items, seeing if there was anything that could be used for planting.

But as he looked, Ange’s gaze fell upon an Alchemical Item the size of a fist; a sense of recognition washed over him, and he stepped forward to take a closer look.

Unexpectedly, You Si quickly approached, covered the item with something, and said with embarrassment, “It’s just some incomplete creation I’ve made carelessly, I won’t let you see it. It’s rather embarrassing.”

The Monarch, who had been silent so far, snorted, “It’s just a Witch-lich’s Coffin, what’s there to hide? You even sell these things?”