The dim candlelight penetrated into his sight and forced Lair's eyelids to open. He was like a person who would always live in the darkness. The first time he saw the light, there was only a dazzling feeling. Until the rigid brain began to rotate again like a rusty gear, the imagination that was frozen in his mind began to melt and flowed into the inconspicuous corner, like a dream.

Lyle realized that the ceremony was over.

The remaining decoction retains the residual heat, and the sticky colloid sticks to your coat. The smooth feeling is fed back to your brain by every pore. What makes him feel most uncomfortable is the fine chopped green onions stuck to your coat, which form a piece, like a plate of stir-frying dishes placed on your abdomen, and the amount is still quite large.

"How is it, the doctor of the epidemic." The gentleman looked here with concern, and the miracle and inspiration seemed to care more about the chopped green onions. They looked at the whole piece of green onion that was condensed on their abdomen and were speechless for a long time.

"The head is a little heavy and the body is a little sticky. Apart from that, there is no special feeling. Is this a failure?" He slapped the excess of things on his body with his hands. The bound stone lock was gone, and Lyle stood up easily.

"If you are talking about your talent ritual, it has been successful." The gentleman pointed behind him and pointed to the slab where Lyle had once lying. It was originally as smooth as new. In the center of the stone plate, there was a small dent and broken stones piled up in a mess.

"I broke it?" If it was crushed by myself, I can only apologize and I am not responsible. The stone looks quite strong, but I didn't expect it to be so fragile.

"That is to reveal the slate, part of the ritual, the cornerstone of the carrying, and in earlier times, people would place the formed stones in the open air, waiting for the thunder to smash them, and judge the good and bad luck by the fragments, yes, like divination. We determine our talents by reading and writing the fragments."

Lyle looked at the scattered stones carefully, with no rules at all.

"This is (egg), here is (thinking), no, the observation angle is wrong. According to the position where the epidemic doctor just lie down, he should follow the direction of his spine and start from the head. In this direction, this is, a skewed (thinking), and should be understood as (immersive) or (delusion)," Miracle stroked the stones with his hands, muttering words in his mouth, and whispered like a devilish slut, very much like a semi-immortal casting spells. "Egg of idioticism? Delusional egg?"

"The experiment was successful?" Mr. Inspiration looked at the miracle, "You have temporarily changed the spell. According to convention, that should fail."

"Failure is the mother of success. The failure we have experienced is enough to be successful great-great-great-grandmothers. Even if it is exhaustive, it should be done this time. What needs to be confirmed now is whether the eggs in his talent exist in itself or have we forced them to do it."

Lyle listened to the conversation and seemed to have been concealed something he should have known.

"Gentlemen, who can explain what you did to me?"

"Of course, I have questions about the epidemic doctor. First of all, do you have any now, just do you have some distracting thoughts in your mind?"

"What distractions?"

"That's the idea of ​​reproduction."

"What? Breeding? Do you mean courtship mating? No, no, I haven't considered it for the time being."

"No, you misunderstood what I mean, I mean, do you have the desire to have children? Skip the preparation for fertility."

"Are you trying to say that having a baby is the desire to give birth naturally?"

"Yes, do you have the idea of ​​giving birth to offspring? Just the idea?"

"Miracle, are you crazy? I'm a man, and men can't have children, wait, is this the small correction of the ritual you call?"

Miracle nodded generously, "Yes, we want to confirm the conditions for the generation of desire. First, we want to try to reverse the desire. In the ceremony, we instill your desire for wealth and try to turn it into a desire for fertility."

"..." Lyle looked at the gentleman standing beside him. Is this what you said is reliable?

"Doctor of Epidemics, I think you misunderstood. Miracle refers to more primitive desires and the ability to produce children. Perhaps it is more reasonable to explain it by division. It is the division and replication of cells, and perhaps clones are a better word."

"No, I don't feel that way, I think your experiment failed, Mr. Miracle."

"Is there any variable that has not been considered..." Miracle lowered his head and fell into deep thought.

Inspiration looked at the two of them and bowed, "Thank you very much for your help. Although our experiment failed again, please leave. There should be no need for you next."

"Your talent has awakened, but it will take some time before it floats on the surface. Please be patient."
Chapter completed!