Only the light near the test bench is particularly strong.
Professor Monteria was wearing a gray-white robe and silkworm-leather gloves, and focused on dissecting a finger on the table. The finger was particularly thick, almost comparable to the height of an adult. The skin on the finger was extremely delicate, as if the skin of a baby was pulled out of the roots and threw it on the shelf next to it. However, no trace of blood was flowing out from the nail bed. Instead, a crescent milky white was slowly squirming, as if new nails would grow in the next second.
The silver knife followed the texture of the fingertips and cut the uppermost layer of skin. First, a layer of tough plate armor was exposed. Beige meridians intertwined vertically and horizontally on the plate armor, like a large net. The professor pressed the upper part of his fingertips and could clearly see that the force exerted on his fingertips was scattered to every corner of the plate armor with the throbbing of the beige network.
"Record."
Professor Monteria did not look up and used a knife to break the meridians on several plate armors. He carefully observed the section at the fracture, and his tone was indifferent: "...The very traditional defense mechanism borrowed from the part of the subcutaneous structure of the Guge giant and the ogre, and had strong physical defense capabilities... At the same time, it referenced the physical structure of the high-level demon. After the subcutaneous meridian absorbed the power of external invasion, it would be fed back above the plate armor, forming a half-energy defense membrane to strengthen its defense ability in combat state... It can be observed that after the body died, its magic power did not collapse, but was bound in the flesh and blood by the subcutaneous plate armor and meridian network... The body maintained a strong vitality under the nourishment of magic power, and did not become inactive due to the death of the subject..."
The assistant wearing a crow mask hugged the notepad in his hand and quickly recorded every word the professor said. The slender feathers crossed his shoulders, leaving a violent trembling shadow beside the test bench.
Da da da da da da da!
A burst of rapid steps came from outside the laboratory.
The footsteps quickly slowed down as they approached the laboratory, until there was no more. Soon, another figure wearing a crow mask and a black cloak hurried into the laboratory.
The assistant standing next to the professor glanced quickly and noticed that the number on the newcomer's mask was "Nine". He was quite surprised. He remembered that the top crows were performing their respective tasks and would not easily come to see the professor.
"What's up?"
Professor Monteria focused on peeling off the meridian network from the subcutaneous plate armor, but still looked up and asked directly.
Crow No. 9 glanced at the other 'crows' surrounding the test bench, hesitated for a few seconds, lowered his voice slightly, and reported at a very fast speed: "The third team's mailing, the target has just left school again, and the destination is the same as last week... but now it is daytime... So, No. 3 wants to confirm whether the scheduled plan is still implemented."
A complete meridian net was clamped by slender tweezers and tore it off the lower plate armor bit by bit. The professor put it into the gasoline-shaped solution next to him, then put down the tweezers, took off the silkworm gloves from his hand, turned around, and took a slender roll of parchment from the messenger who had just entered the door.
Unfolded, frowned and quickly finished reading the letter, pondering without saying a word.
The crows around the experiment did not stop the experiment because the professor stopped. They whispered and whispered to analyze the reaction of the meridian network in the mutton oil, and at the same time supplemented each other's shortcomings in their respective test records.
"Today is...the Forbidden Demon Festival?" the professor suddenly asked.
"yes."
More than one voice answered him immediately.
The professor nodded slightly, lifted up the quill, pierced directly into the fingertips of the thick finger on the test bench, then pulled out a trace of blood from the fingertips, and quickly outlined a talisman with the help of the magic power, attached it to the parchment paper, rolled it up, handed it to the messenger, and reminded him: "Tell No. 3, make a preparatory plan, you can try it briefly... pay attention to safety."
Crow No. 9 nodded solemnly, put away the parchment roll, and quietly exited the laboratory.
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...
The No. 3 Crow - Gan Ning, a former magic biology teacher of Zheng Qing, sat by the window of a small attic, glancing at the view on the street outside the window, with his arms resting on the window sill, and his fingertips gently tapped the edge of the window.
Under the windows, wizards wearing gray robes came and went, bustling, and the festive atmosphere seemed much stronger than other areas of the town.
Although Gan Ning's eyes fell outside the window, most of his attention was focused on the entrance of Gudiao Street at the end of the street. Their target had just walked into that street not long ago.
The deepest impression of Zheng Qing and Gan Ning was not the public-funded student in the classroom, the valuable goals provided by Professor Monteria, nor the young man who ate copper beans at the dinner party. It was the male witch who was uneasy in the corridor asking him about the sequelae of deformation.
Whenever he recalled that scene, he always reminded him of the first time he met Professor Monteria.
As for later, Zheng Qing ate copper beans, but there was no negative effect. After becoming more valuable in the professor's information book, his impression of the young wizard gradually faded a lot.
Before and after the start of school, the professor tried to obtain biological information of the "most valuable experimental subject" more than once, but he always returned in vain. Recently, Gan Ning entrusted this task to the Seven Deadly Sins. As a predecessor who was guilty, he had a clear understanding of the execution ability of this secret society, but he still ended in vain.
The new Seven Deadly Sins, the strange black cat, announced the failed mission, and he did not have the sense of honor he had for the club when he was in office, which made him quite annoyed, and he wondered from time to time if something was wrong with the club roster.
A breeze blew by.
Closing out the chaotic thoughts of the spectators upstairs.
The flag hanging outside the window was raised lightly, and the rolled corner revealed the font size of "Yang-Painiel".
Dongdong.
There was a rhythmic knock on the door outside.
"Please come in."
Gan Ning agreed briskly.
A figure wearing a big hoodie pushed the door open and saw the witch sitting by the window, frowned: "You are now a wanted criminal in the alliance and the school, be careful."
He took off his hood and revealed an ordinary face.
"Do you know why the Forbidden Demon Festival in the North District is more lively than the Forbidden Demon Festival in other areas of Beta Town?" Gan Ning ignored his companions' reminder and asked back.
"Do you have it? I don't feel it, I don't know."
The companion who had just entered the door concisely ignored Gan Ning's nonsense, took out the roll of parchment from his sleeve, and handed it forward: "The professor agreed to act according to the plan, but asked you to prepare for retreat, and emphasized paying special attention to safety... Just try it out."
He slightly changed the order of Professor Monteria's answers.