"Once the seed is planted, it is no longer under anyone's control."
"So, why that young man was not affected, we will not know until we have accurately examined the data. The only thing that can be confirmed is that he is definitely a very valuable research individual."
Institute of Abnormal Life, in Dr. Duzem's study.
The door is closed.
Professor Monteria was sitting in the high-backed chair opposite the desk, with his legs crossed and his fingers crossed on his knees. His whole person exuded a leisurely and natural atmosphere from the inside out.
After hearing his analysis, Dr. Duzem raised his head, revealing two dark eye sockets.
"Indeed, indeed."
He murmured, but the glass rod in his hand did not stop at all. It was still stirring slowly in the cup. The two black and white eyeballs were dragging bloodshot eyes like water plants, rolling gracefully in the viscous eyewash: "
You were right before. I admit, I was a little mistaken... This child is indeed very special... Maybe this is why Qingqiu and Zhongshan both favor him."
He emphasized the words "Qingqiu" and "Zhongshan" with a little emphasis.
The meaning was clear - the same attitude as in previous discussions, he still disapproved of targeting the students of the school, especially that he was a very special student, especially that student had now become a formal employee of First University.
"Don't worry, I won't do anything to him in the short term."
Professor Monteria obviously understood the doctor's unfinished intention and laughed softly: "He is now a teaching assistant at the edge. I have enough space and time to observe whether the seed is really in his body."
Disappeared, observe what kind of wizard he is... But as you said to him before, 'We cannot draw any conclusions based on simple observation'."
"I still don't understand why you took such a big risk and chose to plant the seeds at the banquet. At that time, you should know that he was already a teacher at Fringe Academy..."
"People on the fringes are not our people."
Professor Monteria put his hands together and said with a hint of emotion in his tone: "As for why, I can probably guess what those children are thinking. It's just that things have been going smoothly recently, so I was careless and thought that a second-year student is easy to handle. And
Or, they think that chaotic banquets, loud noises, alcohol, delicious food, etc., are all good cover..."
The stirring glass rod in Dr. Duzem's hand stopped. He looked at the guest with dark eyes and interrupted the professor seriously: "You know what I'm asking is not the 'why'."
The professor stared at the eyes in the cup and was silent for a few seconds.
"Because I think he will become a good crow." He replied in a very soft voice: "A seed will become the best bond between him and us. What we provide for him is the best quality in the laboratory.
The seed is also very complete. After fusing that seed, even if there are some out-of-control 'side effects', the laboratory will have enough magic potions to help him suppress it..."
"Then he has to reach some degree of cooperation with the crows in order to save his life?"
Dr. Duzem chuckled and helped the professor deduce the development of the subsequent plot: "...Although there will be a little unpleasantness between you at first, as the seeds germinate, the young man will be surprised to find his own magic power.
Earth-shaking changes are taking place every moment. This visible increase in strength constantly offsets his resistance. In the end, both of you will benefit from your cooperation and have a happy cooperation."
The professor remained silent on this and did not deny the possibility.
Dr. Duzem paused for a moment before changing the subject: "But I once heard a wizard say that a momentary accident is an accident, but over time, the accident will turn into an eternal tragedy. By Wild Werewolf
Ordinary people who are attacked by vampires will face such a tragedy; wizards who are bitten by monsters and forced to fall will face such a tragedy...accepting your seeds and becoming crow's experimental subjects will also face such a tragedy."
"If our transformation experiment is successful, these tragedies can be avoided." Professor Monteria flicked his right index finger, and a very faint magic wave spread out around him, but it was very delicately confined to the study room, even
Not a page of papyrus was lifted.
Dr. Duzem stared at his dark eyes.
A few strands of sticky blood dripped from the corners of his eyes, like small snakes, snaking between the wrinkles on his face.
"Ah, yes."
He murmured, subconsciously stirring the eyeballs in the glass again, and his voice sounded a little dry: "As long as you succeed... I haven't congratulated you for becoming a great wizard."
Although there were no eyeballs, Professor Monteria still felt a look of 'envy' and 'jealousy' intertwined from the two dark eye sockets.
"You will definitely get what you want."
The professor put away his arms and looked squarely at the owner of the laboratory: "As I have always promised, after the experiment is successful, you will receive your own piece of 'real flesh and blood.'"
This sentence is more useful than any comfort.
Dr. Duzem finally stopped stirring the glass rod in his hand, stretched out two fingers, reached into the measuring cup, picked up his own eyeballs, and stuffed them into his eye sockets one by one.
The viscous eyewash splashed everywhere with his slightly rough movements, making his entire cheek look wet.
Then the doctor raised his head, closed his eyes, and waited for the nerves under the eyeballs to be reconnected one by one.
After a moment, he opened his eyes, took a steady look at the guest opposite the desk, raised his hand, and a piece of transparent amber as big as a thumb flew out from somewhere in the room. There was a star suspended in the center of the amber.
A bright red, crystal clear gem like a blood drop.
"This is a fragment of the Philosopher's Stone extracted from that pint of blood. Although I don't know why you need it since you are already a great wizard, I must remind you that it is no longer a pure Philosopher's Stone.
The turmoil in the Black Prison and the legendary atmosphere made its properties very elusive. Of course, I used a lot of purification methods, which are enough to meet most experimental requirements."
After that, the doctor waved his hand and threw Amber towards the guest, and his attitude suddenly became much more rude: "Now, immediately, leave my laboratory immediately!"
Professor Monteria turned over his hand and put away the amber, smiling slightly.
"It doesn't matter. Although I have just advanced, I can still do it without attracting the attention of those high-ranking wizards." At this point, he paused and his tone became much more serious: "I'm here to see you tonight for another thing.