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Half-Elf Palace.

Colin traversed the dim hallway, arriving at a secret basement.

There was a faint stench of blood in the air, as well as an ongoing whiff of death.

"What? Has it failed again?"

Hearing the voice behind them, the three half-elf female doctors in the basement came back to their senses and paid their respects to Colin.

Colin waved his hand, indicating that such formalities were unnecessary. He then walked to the operating table in the middle of the basement, noticing two corpses there—one large and one small, both monkeys.

One of the female doctors said mournfully, "We apologize, Count Colin, we have tried numerous times, but we still cannot successfully perform this 'cesarean section' procedure as you asked."

"Is it a problem of controlling the bleeding?" Colin panned his eyes around the room, taking in the sanguinary mess, and asked.

"Yes, Count," one of the doctors answered soberly.

"So, you should be able to easily extract the fetus from the body, right?"