Chapter 243: Business Negotiations with the Witches' Gathering
Hearing Dorothy say this, Johnny continued glaring at her: “How long will a leg you reattach last?”
He was not surprised that Dorothy knew his real name. After all, he had once accompanied the army on an expedition to Moyland and had repeatedly been responsible for transporting smuggled mana. His face and identity should have been familiar to most of Moyland's Great Witches, especially Dorothy, who was responsible for intelligence.
“If it's his own leg, there won't be any rejection after it's reattached. It'll remain part of his body until the day he dies, I guarantee it.” Dorothy replied.
“……” Johnny said nothing more.
Although he did not trust the Great Witch before him, as things stood, only Dorothy, who possessed the Tier Three Chimera Blessing, could help reattach his subordinate's severed leg. Otherwise, the man would have no choice but to live the rest of his life with a wooden prosthetic leg.
“Then let's treat the wounded first before we talk.” Leon shifted his gaze toward the cavalryman lying on the ground in the distance after losing his leg.
The man was lying on his back, struggling to breathe, while the medic desperately tightened a belt around the stump of his thigh. Otherwise, continued blood loss would quickly become fatal. Saving him was the priority right now.
“Of course, no problem.” Dorothy lifted one long leg and effortlessly stepped over the shrubs in front of her, passed through the scarecrow formation, and entered the firing range of Leon and the others without the slightest concern, arriving beside the wounded man.
“Please bring his severed leg over.” Dorothy instructed the two medics, “Cut away the fabric, clean the wound.”