On the fifth day of the research, a heartbreaking roar finally sounded in the laboratory.
Along with the roar, an elf raised the syringe in his hand high and smashed it on the ground. There was a crisp sound and the fragments flew everywhere:
"I can't do it anymore! Why do I keep torturing these rabbits!"
In the entire laboratory, the other eleven elves stopped and turned to look at him. Elder Fahim frowned:
"Seymour!—What's your attitude?!"
"I don't want to do it anymore!" Seymour roared with red eyes, his golden hair tangled like a tangle of grass:
"I just want to learn healing skills, why do you have to force me to torture these rabbits!"
"Hey! No one is forcing you to learn, okay!"
Serila screamed angrily. While screaming, she rushed to him like a whirlwind. She didn't even have time to put down the injection needle in her hand, and the cold light shone...
Behind, around, and around, several elves were so frightened that they were covered in cold sweat. They stretched out their hands to block, and threw force field barriers:
With a Kacha sound, the three-gravity field barrier shattered layer by layer. Two young female elves opened their arms and tried their best to block Seymour:
"Don't! Don't!"
Not to mention whether this silver dragon girl could break Seymour into several pieces with a hammer blow with all her strength, would this injection needle poke a transparent hole in him?
"Serila, don't do anything."
Grete spoke softly.
Serila stopped suddenly and looked back at him. It wasn't until she stopped that the elves around him breathed a sigh of relief:
Thank God, there are still people who can control this young lady.
He was a guest from afar, and he was also an honored guest. If he really got angry and started to attack, Seymour didn't seem to have any good solution except lying down and getting hammered...
Gretel slowly came over and threw a [Repair Technique] first. The broken syringe was automatically put back together, the glass piece returned to its original position, and the needle changed from curved to straight.
Next, the cleaning technique comes down and the syringe is cleaned from top to bottom to remove any visible dirt.
Finally, the mage's hand flew out, grabbed the smashed and contaminated syringe, and threw it into the sharps box, waiting to be sent to the group for high-temperature sterilization.
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After finishing this round calmly and slowly, Gretel turned to Seymour. With deep eyes, she looked at him quietly without saying a word.
On the contrary, Seymour was a little panicked by him. He took a step back, took another step forward, and repeated loudly:
"I don't want to do it anymore!"
"If you don't want to do it, please get out." Before others scolded, blocked, or begged for mercy, Grete replied very smoothly:
"I'm not begging you to do it. Of course, if you don't want to do it, you can't continue learning."
Seymour froze. He looked down at his hands, reluctantly, and said softly:
"If you don't learn, you won't learn..."
"So far, I have taught less than one-third of the content of this spell." Gretel looked into his eyes quietly:
"So, I hope you won't use this spell after you leave here."
Seymour's face fell instantly. Looking to the left, Elder Fahim's face was as dark as water, and he didn't say a word;
Looking to the right, the two female elves who were blocking Cerela before had embarrassed expressions on their faces, looking at the sky and the earth, but not at him...
"Can't you use what you have learned...?"
He murmured in a low voice, not holding out much hope. Not to mention that he hadn't learned it yet, even if he had learned it, he probably wouldn't be able to beg for mercy——
This spell was invented by Grete and was taught by Grete. Grete said, if he is kicked out of the school, he will be kicked out. If he is not allowed to use it, he will not be allowed to use it.
Gretel looked at him with a straight face and said nothing. Seymour lowered his head and walked out of the laboratory with small steps.
From beginning to end, no one in this huge laboratory said a word for him.
Grete said nothing, watching him exit the laboratory and disappear outside the door, snorted, and continued to conduct the experiment.
After a whole afternoon of experiments, Gretel returned to his residence and saw a white-haired elf with Seymour standing outside the door of his residence.
Grete, the white-haired elf, knew Alamere Silverleaf, one of the instructors at the Magic Academy, a legendary master of healing.
Just as he was about to salute and greet him, Alamir smiled at him and nodded in greeting. Then he slapped Seymour hard on the head, making him bend over:
"Apologize!"
Seymour took advantage of the situation and bowed vigorously. While bending down, he whispered:
"I'm sorry... I shouldn't have thrown the syringe... I shouldn't have disturbed the order of the laboratory... I shouldn't have said that I didn't want to do it anymore..."
Gretel listened expressionlessly, until he couldn't speak anymore, the legend of Alamir sneered:
"That... Nordmark mage, Seymour Emmagil, is young, energetic, and ignorant. Considering that he has been on the frontline for treatment, do you think... can you give him a chance?"
"young?"
Gretel raised his eyes and looked over. Are you talking about being young in front of me? Adult elves, elves who can go on the battlefield, must be over a hundred years old, right?
Alamir choked. He hesitated and said:
"That... is a child of the Gem Flower family after all..."
"You want to say, 'After all, we are all children of the Gem Flower Family,' right?" Grete said softly. Seeing the other person choke again, he smiled instead:
“My mother was sealed in a tree meditating all year long, and my father couldn’t go back if something happened to him;
The women of the Gemstone Flower family, one by one, are dedicated to appeasing the ancient tree. Even when I came back, no one came to see me;
A boy from the Gemstone Flower family, are you going to waste my kindness like this?"
Alamir Silverleaf's face also stiffened.
Seymour is his grandson, a child he taught at the Magic Academy and whom he is very optimistic about. If not for this, he would not have come to intercede...
"This, this, is indeed Seymour's fault. If you look at this, let him come to your laboratory and apologize to you in public. Besides -"
With a glance, Seymour Emmagil quickly took out a box and held it forward with both hands. Alamir Silverleaf added next to him:
"Here are some materials for natural spells, as well as notes on two of my original spells. As an apology, please forgive him for his recklessness."
"You don't need to say anything." Gretel raised a palm with the palm facing outward to stop him from speaking:
"I will not include anyone who throws things in my laboratory and claims to quit doing it a second time. Of course, I will not ban the spread of this spell on Everjum Island. He can learn it from others in the future.
——”
"Well, tomorrow, the old man can take him to your laboratory and personally take him to apologize to you, wouldn't it be okay?"
"No." Gretel smiled. Without waiting for Alamir to speak, he continued:
"I know you are a legend, and I have great respect for you—and great respect for every legend on Evermeet.
However, even if you are a legend and want me to change my mind and bow to you, that is impossible."
In an instant, Alamir's expression changed from "silver leaf" to a silver leaf that had been oxidized for decades.
"What the old man didn't want to say - you are in the treatment field.
Research, is it really necessary to torture so many rabbits?"