Mr. Dragon's fingertips hit the tabletop, and the vibration spread to the tabletop through the thick velvet cloth, making a dull sound. Lyle and Arianna unconsciously lowered the volume, providing a quiet environment for thinking for the real elders.

The big dragon claws occasionally move, press, and rub the surface of the egg. The light gray magic flashes at the junction. If the eyes are sharp enough, you can watch the surface of the egg constantly changing in the gap between the two, changing the shape along with different energy fluctuations.

As time continues to advance, the dragon's movements gradually slow down. He will stop for four or five seconds. When you think it is over, start the movement again. The stop interval gradually lengthens, and you can clearly feel the Dragon's doubts.

The dragon withdrew its hand.

At this time, he seemed to be in a boring stage after he had just made up a paper.

"I can only roughly judge that this is not a living creature, but should be some kind of device that has established a unique mechanism. Its feelings about me are quite limited, which means that Mr. Epidemic Doctor has a very limited ability to change subjectively."

Lyle was a little depressed, as if you handed over the heirlooms to an expert to identify, but the result was not as valuable as you expected.

"Don't be discouraged. Regarding talent, I am not an authority in this regard. I am a professor of spiritual science. I can only determine that the egg is not very spiritual, which means that it cannot grow like a normal creature. Perhaps, if it is left to the real authority to identify, his views will be different from ours."

"Real authority?"

"Yes, the creator of the genius awakening ceremony, the authority of traditional magic, the third generation president of the Magic Research Society, and also the special professor of magic curse, my colleague, and Mr. Scholar."

"If Mr. Epidemic Doctor has time, we can set out now."

"OK."

………

In a room, on the sandalwood desk opposite the door, a figure was fiddling with a crystal ball, wearing a pointed wizard hat, wearing a black robe, muttering blurred words. The fog in the crystal ball was surging. As the clouds dissipated, the epidemic doctor holding the milky white ball appeared in the crystal ball.

A sharp voice echoed in the room, "They are here, they are here..."

Then it turned into a sharp and weird smile.

"Ms. Ms. Murray, please don't make strange noises at my crystal ball? If you really like it that way, the Magic Object Store of the Magic Society is for sale, and I don't mind you taking this away."

The speaker sat on an escalator leaning against the bookshelf, wearing a plain linen robe and a stone mask on his face. The energy formed wave patterns on the surface of the mask, which was an enchantment product.

He was surrounded by books taken from bookshelf, and the quill danced on the sheepskin roll, and a large bucket of handwritten letters had been piled up at his feet.

Murray bounced from her seat, and she reached out to hold the chair that was about to fall due to inertia. Although the surface of the chair was covered with fur from unknown animals, it would not cause any damage even if it fell to the ground.

"Sorry, Mr. Scholar, you have a guest coming."

"Thank you for your notice, Murray," the scholar's blue mask looked at the crystal ball, "My guest is coming, Murray, please help me bring the door when you leave, thank you."

"Sir Scholar, are you going to drive me away?"

The scholar lowered the quill in his hand and patted his forehead with his palm.

"I have expressed it as tactfully as possible, Ms. Ms. Murray, what I want to say is, yes, you've been here for two hours."

"But, Mr. Scholar did not agree to my request."

The scholar rubbed his eyebrows, "So, what would you witch think? I sent me an invitation to join and leave the club, and arranged a young lady who was unkind to mess with me, an old bone."

"Because we want to repay Mr. Scholar, and we have not let members bother you, people who are not kind, I have been with you for so long and have not seen you. I must be because you are too worried, and the old man's memory is indeed not good."

The scholar twisted the ink bottle cap and twisted it three times when rotating the bottle cap, as if he wanted to twist a silly girl's head three times.

"So, Ms. Murray is going to meet the guests with me."

"Yes, I'll stand beside me and I won't bother you."

"..." Mr. Scholar thought of something, "Oh, this may not work. My colleague, Mr. Dragon, is a great machismo. He hates living in the same room with a talented lady like you. He once told me that he is more willing to stay with female animals than women. So, Murray, I'm afraid you need to leave, and I can't be rude to the guests."

The scholar spent nearly twenty minutes to soothe Ms. Murray, who was like an angry cockfighting, endured her vicious curse and invited her out of her room.

Take Murray out and close the door.

When the door was opened, the dragon and the epidemic doctor stood in front of the door.

Before the dragon could speak.

"My old friend, it's always a good thing for me to meet you. Come in quickly. No matter what request you make next, as your best friend, I will definitely agree."

………

The mask of the scholar is quite old, and the carved facial contour is very thin, and the eyes and mouth are simply represented by a mark, like the primitive sect's sacrificial mask, majestic and weird.

But Mr. Scholar is much easier to get along with than he seems. He enthusiastically pulled the two into his room and held hands with Mr. Dragon to ask about his well-being. Although it seemed too enthusiastic and a bit too greasy to Lyle, it was always a good thing.

As expected, birds of feathers flock together, and Mr. Giant Dragon’s friends are all enthusiastic elders.

"That's right, this is our newcomer, Mr. Epidemic Doctor. He attended an awakening ceremony a few days ago, but his talent is unique. I know that talent is unique. I mean, some of his things are different from common sense, even mysticism cannot explain it."

The dragon motioned Lyle to show his eggs.

"Well, the talent is leaving the body, it is an illegal awakening."

You can see Mr. Miracle's unusual path at a glance.

The scholar looked at it, stretched out his palm, and from the gap between his five fingers, a blue magic thread wrapped around the egg, and began to flash light spots, just like a glowing jellyfish living in the air.

The analysis ends soon.

"Dragon, what is your judgment?"

"Not a living thing, a device with a special reflective arc."

"Half right. The caster seems to be planning to strip his talent and independent, forming the stripped part into a new individual."

"But the failure may be because of the limitation of talent itself, or the spell error of the ritual. The experiment result was only half achieved, and the talent was stripped away, but it did not develop into a new individual, and it became an external pendant, which could not realize its original function."

"There are two solutions. One is to reintegrate the stripped talents and return to their original appearance. The other is to go one way to the dark, make up for the lack of external talents and make up for its individual."
Chapter completed!