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"It is an honor to receive such praise from you, Miss Melson."

The little girl nodded politely to Emerald, and after being released, she continued to follow the same routine, chatting with the little boy.

Amelie led Marcy and Viliana past the white flowerbeds and the strange little children playing nearby, until they arrived at an unassuming little white building.

The little white building is only three stories high, and the paint on the walls is fading, but there is a large alloy door that is almost completely covered with magical inscriptions, making it look quite sturdy.

Viliana seemed intrigued, staring wide-eyed at the door and even casting two buffs on her eyes.

Amelie didn't stop them, but watched with great interest.

About 20 seconds later, Viliana looked away and shook her head in amazement:

"What a powerful defensive rune set! I can't find a single flaw to break it. The only way I can think of is to use a saturation attack to force it down..."

"Didn't I tell you? That guy is a research genius, and this door is probably his last line of defense, so it's normal for it to be sturdy."

Emery gently patted Viliana's long ear in comfort before gracefully walking to the door and knocking.

"Old Langdon? Langdon? Old Langdon? I know you're here, open the door! It's me!"

"..."

"Open the door! It's me, Emerald! You old man, open the door!"

About half a minute passed quickly, during which Emery knocked on the door four or five times, but there was no response from behind the door.

No one opened the door, but the defensive rune set attack was not activated either.

Clearly, the person behind the door knew that it was Emerald, but just as Emerald wanted to surprise the owner of the place, the owner chose to turn her away.

"...Fine, fine, old Langdon, is this how you play it?"

A mad glint flashed in Amelie's eyes, and to Viliana's somewhat frightened gaze, she pulled out a magic gun, also covered in magical runes, and pointed it at the door of the small building:

"Then I'll see today whether our Melson family's magic gun, which can be completely destroyed with a single shot, is more powerful, or your door is more sturdy."

Then the alloy door, which had been completely unresponsive, finally opened by itself, and at the same time, a grumpy old man's voice came out:

"Is it really necessary for you? If I remember correctly, these magical guns are ridiculously expensive, and only direct members of your Melson family have them... Even you only have one right now, right? It seems like it would be very troublesome to apply to the family again?"

"...It really was that one."

Viliana couldn't help but mutter to herself and swallow hard.

There's no way around it; the magical gun that Emerald is now using is just too famous, and it's one of the reasons why the Melson family has been able to stand at the top of the Federation's power pyramid for hundreds of years.

This is a magical gun developed by the Melson family a long time ago, called "Deadly Strike".

【Deadly Strike】As the name suggests, each time it is fired, it will completely destroy the weapon, but its power will never be diminished, and it has a rather glorious track record.

In the war between humans and elves, more than 20 elven archmages died from a "fatal blow," or at least suffered complete physical death.

In the internal struggles of humanity, more than 10 fusion-stage mages were also killed by this super magic gun, a remarkable achievement.

【Deadly Strike】is one of the very few known methods that can be used to fight against Fusion Stage powerhouses when one is below the Fusion Stage, and it was also once Amelite's strongest trump card.

In the original game, if Emery had used this item earlier, the game's plot would most likely have ended in the starting village. Unfortunately, she was too arrogant and became a minor villain under the "Thought Correction Fist." Later, she even used this item to help the protagonist group a lot, delivering a decisive blow at a crucial moment.

However, for Emerald now, the [Final Strike] is not so important, because she is already strong enough, so it doesn't matter if she takes it out to scare some old guy.

"Who told you, old man, not to open the door?"

Emery curled her lip, put away the magic gun, and acted quite arrogantly, perfectly befitting the demeanor of a top-tier heiress:

"No one in the Federation has ever dared to turn me away. If I weren't currently in the midst of an entrepreneurial trial and unable to freely utilize my family's military power, believe me, if I sent out a support signal, a dozen elite mercenary squads would immediately come and raze your shabby hospital to the ground."

"Believe it or not, the Melson family is awesome! I can't afford to mess with them! Okay?"

The older man's voice was even more helpless:

"Come in. It's not that I deliberately turned you away, it's just that your timing is a bit off. I'm conducting a physical experiment right now..."

"So what if you're conducting an experiment? Is that more important than opening the door for me?"

Emery continued to play the spoiled heiress, then led Marcy and Viriana into the white building, heading straight for the underground space, which they were already somewhat familiar with.

Sure enough, the living spaces on the ground floor of the Little White Building were just the tip of the iceberg; the large underground testing center was the real entity.

As Marcy and Viliana walked along, they saw many magical devices and research equipment they had never seen before, as well as various discarded research materials, including quite a few human limbs.

In a room deep underground, Marcy and Viliana finally met Amelie's intended target.

He was a rather handsome older man, wearing a doctor's white coat. Although most of his hair was white, he appeared very strong. He was standing in front of a laboratory table.

On the experimental table lay a human infant, its unseeing eyes wide open, already dead. Its body had been cut open with a scalpel, and there were many other tools and magical materials beside it.

“Magic Repeller cub… Hmph, I knew this had to do with you.”

Emery glanced at the experimental table twice, then cut to the chase without further ado:

"Over the years, many merchants have specifically bought up Magic Repeller cubs and resold them. You must be the one behind it all, old Langdon, right?"

"...Young Miss, is this all you came for? To interrogate me?"

Old man Langdon looked at Emerald with surprise, but instead of answering directly, he looked at Marcy and Virianna:

"Not bad elves, one has the bloodline of the Crimson Moon family, and the other is at least a pretty powerful elven mage... You were able to come to my house suddenly, it must be thanks to her, right? The magical foundation of the elven race over tens of thousands of years is indeed not to be underestimated... Hmm, two nice new toys, it seems that your entrepreneurial trial is going quite smoothly, and you have gained a lot."

"You're the same, old Langdon."

Emerald first smiled and showed off her maids and guards, flanking them on either side, then exchanged pleasantries with old man Langdon:

“I just chatted with 03 upstairs. It’s much smarter than when I last saw it. Your research breakthrough is quite significant.”

"...Hmph, are you deliberately trying to disgust me?"

Unexpectedly, old man Langdon's face immediately turned sour:

"Don't others know? 03 has never been my research focus; it can only be considered a byproduct of my research... Moreover, the person who first proposed the 03 technical concept was none other than you, Miss Merson."

"I'm just offering some ideas; I'm not capable of actually doing the research. You need a research genius like you, old Langdon."

Emery replied modestly, then asked with a mischievous grin:

"And what about your own research, old Langdon? Have you made any breakthroughs recently?"

Old Man Langdon's face immediately turned even uglier.

"...As expected, there isn't any."

Emery sighed:

"So that's why you need more experimental subjects, more magic-repelling cubs for your experiments, and that's why you send people to help you traffic in large numbers of magic-repelling cubs?"

"...Young Miss, are you really here to interrogate me?"

Langdon's expression was very strange:

"Besides, aren't you the capitalist? Do I need to explain this to you? I don't have the time to organize people to kidnap and traffic magic-repelling cubs. I'm just willing to spend a lot of money to buy those magic-repelling cubs long-term. I don't need to do it myself. There are plenty of desperate people willing to do it."

"it is as expected."

Emery wasn't surprised; she simply shrugged and said earnestly:

“I can understand your determination to explore the mysteries of knowledge, old Langdon, but you should also know that trafficking human children is a serious crime in the Federation, right? As the biggest buyer, you are also committing a serious crime. Once this is exposed, all the good reputation you have built up will be ruined.”

"...So, Miss, you've really come here to interrogate me?"

The old man Langdon asked the question for the third time, but his expression seemed to indicate that he understood.

"Do not."

Amelie shook her head:

"I'm here to warn you. The FBI has taken notice of this. A very capable Purple Star investigator is fully committed to the investigation. It's only a matter of time before she finds you here."

“When your crimes are exposed and you are disgraced, I will not help you, and the Melson family will not protect you. I must make this clear in advance.”

Chapter 106 The Great Philanthropist Langdon

All told, Emery and old man Langdon have known each other for almost 10 years.

When Emery met Langdon, he wasn't yet Langdon; he was a middle-aged man who looked somewhat weathered and decadent but quite strong. It would be more appropriate to call him Uncle Langdon.

There is an old man's period and a middle-aged man's period, and naturally there is a youth period. In his youth, Langdon was actually a very loving idealist.

After graduating from the Federal Medical College with outstanding grades, he did not go to a large hospital, but instead chose to travel around the Federation, providing affordable medical care to those in need... In some ways, he is similar to Julia.

It was this experience that allowed Langdon to witness the suffering of so many magic rejecters.

Because the Federation's medical development is also inseparable from magic, many disease treatments rely on magical devices, and even most medicines contain magical materials. These are treatments that magic-averse individuals cannot accept, as they would cause them to die faster.

Therefore, many illnesses that are like a mild cold to those with a magical affinity can only be endured by those who are unlucky enough to be magically repelled. If they can't endure it, they can only wait to die, which is also very painful.

Young Langdon had witnessed many such scenes, which were truly pitiful.

So Langdon, then a passionate young man, made a grand vow: he would eliminate magic rejecters from human society—not by killing them all, but by helping them adapt to magic through artificial intervention so they could enjoy a convenient life like magic-friendly people.

Langdon was certainly not the first to make such a grand ambition. Like all his predecessors, he also failed miserably, trying various medical methods to modify magic rejecters, but all to no avail.

This process took Langdon more than 30 years, turning him from an enthusiastic young man into a颓废 (颓废 is a difficult word to translate directly, but it implies a state of being decadent, dispirited, or decadent) middle-aged man, almost an old man.

Because the research yielded no results for a long time, Langdon's investors withdrew their funding one after another. The elderly Langdon had to look for new investors everywhere, and finally found the Merson family.

That year, Emery was only about 8 or 9 years old.

As one of the top financial groups in the Federation, the Merson family received countless entrepreneurs and researchers seeking investment and sponsorship every day. Uncle Langdon, who was in a rather down-on-his-luck situation at the time, was not taken seriously after his visit and was made to wait in a secluded guest room for a long time.

Emerald, who was just playing around in her own house at the time, met Langdon under these circumstances.

As a time traveler, Amelie always maintained sufficient respect for knowledge and never looked down on anyone who researched new knowledge, regardless of whether they succeeded.

Langdon was perhaps too down on his luck at the time, or perhaps he thought that an 8 or 9-year-old girl wouldn't understand anything, so he kept rambling on and on to Amelie.

As a result, a single sentence from Emery back then directly led Langdon down the path he is on now:

"Simply put, old Langdon, you want magic rejecters to be able to use magic, right? If you can't turn them into mages, why not turn them into magical devices?"

It sounded like just a child's wild and whimsical ramblings, but it opened the door to a new world for Langdon, who had been stuck in a dead end for many years.

Emery didn't know exactly what techniques or principles Old Langdon had used; she had only said that out of mischievous fun to tease him.

But that's how true geniuses are; even a child's mischievous prank can inspire them and lead them down a new path.

After that conversation, Langdon did not wait for the Myerson family's investors to receive him; he left immediately and disappeared for more than half a year.

Just when Amelie was about to forget about the old man, he came to the Melson family again, this time with a copy of his inspiration notes—"The Bionic Humanoid Magic Device Development Project".

It was a brilliant idea that immediately impressed the person in charge of technology investments in the Merson family, who decided to give Langdon's project the strongest possible support.

With the resources poured into it by the Federation's top financial magnates, everything becomes far too easy.

A massive new hospital—Landon Hospital—was completed and opened in less than six months, primarily treating those who reject magic.

This is extremely rare in the Allen Federation, because everyone who studies medicine knows how troublesome it is to treat magic rejecters.

However, old Langdon did not disappoint. His efforts over the past 30 years were not in vain. He researched and summarized many methods to treat magic rejecters using common herbs and surgery, saving many magic rejecters who would otherwise have been waiting to die.

This gradually made Langdon Hospital famous, and later, an invention by old Langdon made Langdon Hospital one of the top 5 hospitals in the Federation.

Bionic organ-type magic device.

This can be considered one of the milestones of Langdon's ideal. He developed this technology in the third year after receiving substantial investment and support from the Merson family. It can replace human organs with magical devices that have the same or even stronger functions, treat various organ necrosis diseases, and even greatly extend lifespan.

The only drawback is that this treatment is very expensive, but the Federation has no shortage of wealthy people. His technology has made him a treasure in the eyes of the powerful and wealthy. Many old people from big families rely on this technology to prolong their lives, including the Merson family, which has such an old man.

Langdon himself thus became a top figure in the Federation, holding titles such as director of a top hospital, a compassionate philanthropist, and a brilliant medical researcher who developed many new technologies.

But Emery knew perfectly well that old Langdon didn't care about any of that. His goal over the years had never changed—to develop a new technology that would allow magic rejecters to use magic as well.

However, during the research and development process, old Langdon had become crazy and reckless.

He didn't care how much material his research would consume, nor did he care whether magic rejecters could still be considered human after they could use magic. He only wanted to fulfill his original grand ambition—to completely eradicate this pitiful group of magic rejecters from humanity.

Amelie had been keeping track of old Langdon's research progress. In a report that old Langdon wrote to the Melson family a few years ago, he mentioned that it was very difficult to modify adult magic rejecters whose bodies had already reached maturity. Magic rejection and organ rejection reactions were too likely to cause death. He had consumed a lot of materials but still failed.

However, the cubs of those who reject magic have a good chance of survival.

Old Langdon's current research approach is to perform surgery on magic-repelling cubs, using materials that can adapt to magic but do not contain magic themselves to create bionic organs, which will then replace the cubs' own organs.

This method doesn't work on adult magic rejecters, who are likely to die from the rejection reaction, but cubs have a certain probability of being able to withstand it, and may even develop a certain degree of magic adaptability as they grow up, constantly influenced by the bionic organs.

However, it's difficult to strike the right balance.

If the modification is too extensive, the bodies of the magic-repelling cubs will not be able to withstand it and will die directly.

If the modification is insufficient, magic-repelling cubs will indeed not die, and may even grow up, just like those magic-affinity users who have used bionic organs... but that's all. The slight magic adaptability in their bodies only makes them slightly stronger than ordinary magic-repelling cubs. If they come into contact with too much magic, they will still be eroded, and then die or mutate.