Hunting High School

"You should let those two children rest in the yard."

Standing in the shadow of the terrace, Professor Monteria looked at the backs of the two young uninvited guests leaving disappointedly at the entrance of the institute, with an inexplicable expression: "Even if it's just a cup of coffee?"

"You shouldn't be here during the day."

The owner of the Abnormal Life Institute wrung his hands and looked around anxiously, as if he was worried that a three-pronged sword with a fierce face would jump out from under every swaying leaf on the wall: "There are too many alliances, schools, dark councils, and councils under the moon. Eyes stared all around me."

"Daytime?" The professor raised his head amusedly, glanced at the sky where there was only a glimmer of light, shook his head slightly, his eyes fell on the old servant who was struggling to close the door, and he repeated in a murmur, "Even if it's just a cup of coffee? "

"Stop thinking of them again!"

Dr. Duzem was keenly aware of that gaze, and he emphasized his tone slightly: "You should have heard about the accident at the Wandering Bar, right? I'm not a wandering wizard, and my place is less than one block away from Qingqiu Mansion! His blood has already been collected, why bother?"

"You are also a person who has run a laboratory, so you should know that there will never be enough experimental materials." Professor Monteria laughed in a low voice.

"Isn't he Su Shijun's fiancé? Is there any other special place?" The owner of the research institute asked in a very soft voice.

This time, Professor Montelia did not answer directly.

"The sight of those onlookers is the driving force for our experiments. Without persecution, there will be no progress." Then he changed the subject and mentioned the purpose of today's visit: "The consumption of stones in the laboratory is slightly higher than expected, and some need to be replenished."

"Supplement! Supplement! Supplement!"

Like an angry orangutan, Dr. Duzem left the terrace, walked around the small study room a little manically, and shouted in a low voice: "I have said many times, the stone used on the battlefield of Hell is ten The only piece of finished product I have smelted in the past few years! The slag I gave you last time is just a defective product brought out with that finished product!"

"Defective products are enough." The normally stern Professor Montelia squeezed out a stiff smile: "I heard that the wizards in the North District have already started using similar defective products."

"The Great Wizard of Korma just referred to my refining technique!"

Dr. Duzem tugged the bow tie around his neck irritably, and spoke quickly: "The stones she provided to the North District magician are, in the final analysis, just stones that condense the vitality of frogs, toads, and even insects such as ants and mosquitoes. , after the life force in the stone is exhausted, they will shatter, except for the similar color, those stones are essentially different from the real philosophic stones! The inferior ones made with that process lack the purity and cleansing you need Effect!"

The stiff smile on Professor Montelia's face quickly disappeared.

"Is there no more debris?" He frowned and reminded: "You have to know that after Ju Lingsan was taken away by the Rat Immortal, my experiment has become your only and most likely chance to breakthrough the Great Wizard .”

"Not a single one."

Dr. Du Zemu sighed deeply, with a trace of depression on his face: "I said that only one piece was smelted, and the crumbs were taken away. Why did no one believe it? It was smelted because of illegal life. I was banned by the school, and everyone in the alliance knows that the raw materials used for the only finished product are those that were accumulated at the beginning, and they have been used up long ago. Now everyone wants me to refine a few more. , but everyone doesn’t want to get involved in those dirty jobs and suffer the backlash of luck.”

Having said that, he sneered, with a trace of self-mockery on his young and old face: "Perhaps everyone thinks that using dirty gloves to catch dirty things is recycling?"

"No, because everyone has seen your results, and they don't want to take the risk of ruining their future to make wedding dresses for other people." Professor Montelia said coldly and directly what many people are secretly thinking: " In contrast, they would rather believe that you still have a real Philosopher's Stone hidden away where no one else can find it."

The truth is always simple and

cruel.

The study room fell into a suffocating dead silence for a while.

"Do you think so too?" Dr. Duzem felt that his eyeballs were a little sour and it was time to wash his eyes. He glanced at the glass bottles in the cabinet.

"I don't expect you to still have the real Philosopher's Stone, but I hope you can still leave some dregs." Professor Monteria casually flipped through the parchment manuscripts on the desk, and finally shook his head: "But it seems that this A little hope is also an extravagant hope. Sure enough, you can't count on the word "hope" to rest assured when doing experiments, the previous promise is still valid, and after the experiment is successful, you will be allocated a piece of real flesh and blood that belongs to you. "

After finishing speaking, the professor put on his hood, turned and walked towards the door.

"wait!"

Dr. Duzem whispered behind him, his voice seemed urgent and panicked: "I know you should know that everyone knows where there is a real Philosopher's Stone!"

Professor Monteria turned his back to him and didn't look back.

But he didn't open the door and leave immediately.

After a while, he replied in a confused and slightly hoarse voice: "Have we fallen to this point? My students are still crows, not liches. That stone was sacrificed by a father and a mother." His awareness is branded on a soul that is about to dissipate. Although there was an accident and the father escaped from death, we have not fallen to that point yet."

"Besides," his voice seemed to contain a mouthful of phlegm, and he looked weird and awkward: "Although we are considered top-notch at the level of registered wizards, do you think we can offend her father who has already advanced to legend?"

Dr. Duzem gritted his teeth, his eyes looked extremely frightening, and he spoke faster and faster, as if he was worried that the back in front of him would disappear if he spoke slowly:

"Giant Zero Three was built by me alone. After the Rat Immortal merged with it, how many belong to it and how many belong to Giant Zero Three are unknown. Moreover, we don't need to take that stone in its entirety, because That stone has been seared deep in her soul, so all it takes is some blood, and I believe I can distill enough dross to meet the requirements."

Professor Montelia finally turned his head and looked at the owner of the study.

His face was concealed under the wide hood, which was vague and indistinct.

"Is it just some blood?" His tone wavered a bit.

"First rank off!" Dr. Du Zemu gritted his teeth: "It will not cause any damage to the body. If the amount of extraction is not enough, we will borrow some after eight weeks."