Monster Hunting High School

The interruption of the blue-crested rooster made the atmosphere in the study become a little more relaxed again.

Dr. Duzem tugged at his collar, with a somewhat uncomfortable expression on his withered face.

"I'm sorry, this wall clock has been broken for a long time." The doctor randomly packed up the manuscripts and books on the table, and his voice sounded less confident: "Actually, it's not dinner time yet... Of course, if You are hungry..."

"No, no." Zheng Qing shook his head repeatedly.

He really wasn't hungry.

"We actually have other things that need your help, so don't bother us too much." Jiang Yu added with a smile.

This sentence really made Dr. Duzem breathe a sigh of relief.

"So, is there anything I can do to help you?" The doctor rubbed his hands and showed an enthusiastic expression: "Please tell me, please tell me."

As far as he is concerned, as long as the Jiang family is not here to check the accounts, everything will be fine.

"I heard that you are highly accomplished in alchemy, so I would like to ask you some questions." Jiang Yu still followed the ancient habit of giving the doctor a small compliment before speaking.

"I am only good at the 'life refining method' in alchemy," Dr. Duzem replied very cautiously: "I can only say that I have a little knowledge of other subdivisions."

"What I'm asking for is about the 'life refining' aspect." Jiang Yu showed a satisfied smile on her face: "My friends have some special partners and have encountered some troubles... I hope you can give me some advice."

With that said, she put down the teacup, took the cardboard box from Zheng Qing's arms, and placed it gently on the desk.

Dr. Duzem pondered, took out a pair of straight-legged gold-rimmed glasses from his pocket, and stuck them on the bridge of his nose.

Zheng Qing noticed that the slender metal chain hanging from the temple of his glasses was drilled into his ear hole.

Like a swimming snake.

It looks a bit scary.

Jiang Yu didn't seem to notice this detail, but directly opened the towel covering the mouth of the carton.

The doctor looked carefully at the little life in the box through the thin lenses and the dim light outside the window.

"Oh, it's a group of green elves." Dr. Duzem's tone sounded a little disappointed.

To be precise, he felt it was a waste of time.

For most wizards, these little lives active in every corner of life seem to be no different from the air or trees. They are important, but not that important.

There is absolutely no need to waste so much time on a group of elves.

There is no need to find an alchemist like himself to deal with these trivial matters.

He shook his head slightly and did not continue speaking.

Since he has promised others, he will naturally not break his promise.

The doctor took out a pair of golden silk gloves from the tool box on the table and put them on. Then he took out a pair of small tweezers and a capillary probe. He helped a sleeping elf out of the box and placed it on a silver tray. , start doing basic checks.

The elf didn't care at all that the cold instruments were poking her body, and she still couldn't sleep soundly.

Zheng Qing felt a bit astringent in his heart.

Dr. Duzem analyzed in a low voice while inspecting:

"Standard model green elf, no obvious traces of modification."

"No traces of magic damage, no traces of physical damage, no rancid smell or discoloration."

"The skin is clean, and no odor is found; the body temperature is low, but within the normal fluctuation range; the pupils are not dilated, and the breath is even. The overall vital signs are normal."

"It's not a plague."

"There was no obvious trauma."

After checking this, the doctor raised his head, glanced at Jiang Yu with a strange look, and then lowered his head again. While checking, he muttered: "There is obvious aging in the corners of the eyes, and I can't sleep soundly... These are a group of bereaved people." Elf."

After checking, Dr. Duzem looked at the two guests with great certainty:

"The nasolabial folds are three-thirds deep, and the eyeballs have obvious conditioned reflexes to strong light... It can be judged that the host died less than a month, maybe less than two weeks. And it is an abnormal death."

Zheng Qing was extremely pleasantly surprised and nodded quickly, agreeing with the doctor's judgment.

Jiang Yu walked away a little bored.

In her opinion, these judgments and contents are basic work for a doctor.

There is an exquisite birdcage hanging by the window. In the cage, a light yellow, fluffy bird is taking a nap on the bird stand.

Jiang Yu bent her fingers and flicked the birdcage.

"Ding! Ding!"

The little yellow bird opened its small black bean-sized eyes, looked at the beauty in front of it, blinked, opened its mouth and sang happily: "I have a pair of small wings, I am not fat at all, I get up early every morning and crow very loudly." busy……"

Dr. Duzem raised his head dissatisfied and glanced at the little yellow bird.

The little yellow bird obediently closed its mouth, changed its direction, and continued to take a nap.

Jiang Yu raised his head with interest, as if he wanted to ask something.

But when he saw the doctor busy, he closed his mouth again.

"How's it going? Is there any help?" Zheng Qing looked at the doctor eagerly, held his breath and prayed secretly.

"Yes, and no." Dr. Duzem nodded first, then shook his head, and came to a conclusion that surprised Zheng Qing.

"Can it be saved?" His voice was trembling: "How?"

Dr. Duzem glanced at him curiously, wondering why the young wizard was so concerned about a group of green elves.

In his opinion, this may be a special hobby of the young wizard.

In the wizarding world, elves are very low-level creatures and are not even recognized as intelligent beings by the Wizarding Alliance.

The green elves are also the lowest among the elves.

They do not have the gift of nirvana of the blue elves, nor do they have the gorgeous appearance of the white or golden elves.

Their only advantage is that they have more.

Still cheap.

"For wizards, nothing in the world is impossible." Dr. Duzem looked at the young man in front of him gently and warned: "The only difference is the price."

"The price." Zheng Qing murmured.

"There are many ways to save these elves, but strictly speaking, they are not cost-effective." Dr. Duzem counted them carefully on his fingers: "Don't mention those potions or magic that bring the dead back to life and reverse the yin and yang. It's simply within your tolerance. There are many ways to restore these little elves.”

As he spoke, he glanced at Jiang Yu.

"For example, if you ask a senior professor from Atlas College to perform the 'Great Blessing Technique', you can apply for it with about one thousand to two thousand jade coins according to the price a few years ago... If you pay more for expediting, Maybe tonight these elves can open their eyes and sing happily in your ears."

Zheng Qing laughed dryly and did not dare to continue.

Just kidding, not to mention the expedited fee, even the thousand jade coins, he didn't know how to raise it.

Perhaps Dr. Duzem thought that all the friends of the eldest daughter of the Jiang family were as rich as the eldest daughter.

"Or, buy a 'Devil Contract' from a wandering wizard. The price is not too expensive. For about a hundred jade coins, you can buy a contract written by a powerful demon lord. The only problem is, you don't Know what these demons will take away from you, maybe a part of your soul, maybe a part of your body. Of course, they like to drag a wizard into the abyss of corruption... You know the wandering wizard, the shop owner of the Wandering Bar. ”

Zheng Qing nodded repeatedly: "I know, I know, I have his gold card."

"That's even simpler. You should know his abilities...and the price is probably cheaper." Dr. Duzem looked at this inconspicuous young man in surprise: "Why didn't you go to the wandering wizard to help you first? What? He is well-informed and may give you some good advice."

"Everyone said he was a dark wizard." Zheng Qing hesitated for a long time, and finally admitted: "My friends all advised me not to make a deal with him."

"You, the good children raised in your family, all have some kind of taboo against dealing with wandering wizards." The doctor nodded clearly, then shook his head: "Pedantry."

"Is there any other way?" Jiang Yu obviously didn't like the second way and asked.

"If you treat the symptoms but not the root cause, there are more ways." The doctor simply stopped elaborating one by one, and just briefly introduced: "The fog wine brewed from the volatiles of the Nine Turns Golden Pill, the soaking liquid of the Philosopher's Stone, the sand when Royal jelly... can prolong the lives of these little elves for a short period of time, but the life extension time varies depending on the dosage. Maybe a year and a half, maybe only a month or two, or even shorter. If you don't mind, I'm here. There is a way to keep your group of elves awake for a week or two first..."

"Doctor, your eyes!" Jiang Yu suddenly exclaimed from the side.

Zheng Qing raised his head and was horrified to find that two lines of bloody tears were slowly flowing from Dr. Duzem's eyes.