Chapter 82.2 Businesses

I returned to France in the afternoon of August 2 and immediately went to Boisselier. I don't know if the girl has arrived yet or not, but the master should be spoken to as soon as possible. To my surprise, as I approached the workshop, I saw a short, thin man and a familiar girl enter.

Once inside, I heard the end of the question about my person. To be honest, I expected at least an expression of displeasure from the master and his wife, but no, it did not happen.

 Within an hour we managed to discuss everything. I had already thought about the transplant, I had thought a lot, and I came to the conclusion that it would be impossible without an intelligent wizard-doctor, a very intelligent one, and the services of a professional were always expensive.

The Teacher raised this question and suggested that I invite an old man I already knew — Louis Simon, a seventh generation sorcerer, the last four generations of his family, all of them, without exception, engaged in medicine.

Jacques confidently stated that the Master of Medicine, who had not officially received the title of "Master" because of the old scandal, would be interested in performing such an operation and would not charge for it.

I didn't make any waves on the spot and decided to wait for a meeting in the evening of the same day so that Master Simon himself could express his interest. He would decide where the operation would take place. I spent the rest of the afternoon and part of the evening "dancing" around the cauldrons while Madame Victoria demonstrated how to properly prepare the bases for potions.

As she explained, potions are not only divided into groups, but also into subgroups, rows, and so on. However, ninety percent of the time, there is a universal base for each subgroup/row. For several hours I was told about their peculiarities and reinforced with practical skills.

At nine p.m. dinner began, attended by the Boisselier family, myself, Louis Simon, and Roger Petterson, father of Susan and her twin, Callie, who is blind, although he has another nine-year-old son, Stanley.

The conversation confirmed the Master's words: Louis Simon is interested in this case and will not charge a fee, but the victim will need some time for rehabilitation, and the Master himself is interested in observing the first such operation and its results. They agreed on the option of placing the girl in St. Mary's Hospital, where it would be convenient for the Master to observe her as an employee.

The Petterson family will be able to afford such expenses because they have been collecting money for a long time in case a cure is found. In this story, all I had to do was to explain to the Master the details of the prosthesis, where the nerves and vessels would be grafted, and so on, all under a magical contract.

I had to specify, so that later there were no questions, that because of the photo filter the girl's eyes will be orange, but my words only laughed, say what the hell difference if the vision will be full, albeit with a slight distortion in the perception of shades.

The operation was scheduled in a week, I gave the prostheses to the Master under another contract that I would receive all the detailed documentation on the progress of the experiment, and also warned that I had installed protective seals on the eyes: in case of attempts to study or open the artifact eyes, the seal will destroy them on the soft principle, that is, melt all the small parts inside.

 The Master grinned and patted me on the shoulder, judging my precautions a reasonable and understandable measure. I went to Dunois on the third, and Delacour sent a letter.