Monster Hunting High School

"You should let those two kids go into the yard to rest."

Professor Monteria stood in the shadow of the terrace, watching the disappointed figures of the two young uninvited guests leaving at the entrance of the institute, with an inexplicable look on his face: "How about just having a cup of coffee?"

"You shouldn't be here in the daytime."

The owner of the Institute of Abnormal Life wrung his hands and looked around uneasily, as if he was worried that a fierce-looking three-pronged sword would jump out from under every swaying leaf on the wall: "The Alliance, the School, the Dark Parliament and the Moon Parliament... Too many eyes were staring around me."

"During the day?" The professor raised his head with interest, glanced at the sky with only a glimmer of light left, shook his head slightly, his eyes fell on the old servant who was struggling to close the door, and murmured and repeated: "...even if it's just a cup of coffee. Woolen cloth?"

"Stop trying to trick them!"

Dr. Duzem was keenly aware of that gaze and said with a slightly stronger tone: "You should have heard about the accident at the Wandering Bar... I am not a wandering wizard, and my place is less than one block away from Qingqiu Mansion. ! ...Now that we have collected his blood, why bother?”

"You are also someone who has run a laboratory. You should know that experimental materials are never enough." Professor Monteria laughed deeply.

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

This time, Professor Monteria did not answer directly.

"Those onlookers are the driving force for our experiments. Without force, there will be no progress." Then he changed the topic and mentioned the purpose of today's visit: "...the consumption of 'stones' in the laboratory is slightly more than expected, and some more need to be added. "

"Supplement! Supplement! Supplement!"

Like an angry orangutan, Dr. Duzem left the terrace and walked around the small study in a slightly manic manner. He lowered his voice and shouted: "I have said many times that the stone used on the battlefield of the Black Prison is ten The only piece of finished product I have made in the past few years! The scraps I gave you last time were just the defective products that were brought out from the furnace!"

"The defective products are enough." Professor Monteria, who is usually strict, forced out a stiff smile with great difficulty: "I heard that the wizards in the North District have begun to use similar defective products..."

"The Great Wizard of Korma just used my refining process as a reference!"

Dr. Duzem tugged on the tie around his neck irritably and spoke quickly: "The stones she provided to the North District magicians are, in the final analysis, just stones that condense the vitality of frogs, toads, and even ants, mosquitoes and other insects. , after the life force in the stones is exhausted, they will break... In addition to similar colors, those stones are essentially different from the real Philosopher's Stone! Inferior products made using that kind of technology lack what you need. Purifying' and 'cleansing' effects!"

"The Sword Comes"

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

"Are there no more scraps?" He frowned and reminded: "You have to know that after Ju Ling San was taken away by the Rat Immortal, my experiment has become your only... and most likely way to break through the Great Wizard. Opportunity.”

"There's not a single grain left."

Dr. Duzem sighed deeply, with a hint of dejection on his face: "I said that I only made one piece, and all the scraps were taken away. Why didn't anyone believe it? It was made illegally. I was banned from the school. Everyone in the alliance knows about this. The raw materials used in the only finished product were all saved up in the beginning and have been used up long ago... Now everyone wants me to refine it again. A few dollars, but everyone doesn’t want to be involved in those dirty jobs and suffer the backlash of luck..."

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

"No, because everyone has seen your results, and they don't want to risk their future to make a wedding dress for others." Professor Monteria said coldly and directly what many people were secretly thinking: " In contrast, they would rather believe that you still have a real Philosopher's Stone hidden away... somewhere that no one else can find."

The truth is always simple and cruel.

The study fell into a suffocating silence for a moment.

"Do you think so too?" Dr. Duzem felt his eyes were a little sore - it was time to wash his eyes, and he glanced at the glass bottles placed in the cupboard.

"I don't expect you to still have the real Philosopher's Stone, but I hope you can still have some dregs." Professor Monteria casually looked at the parchment manuscripts on the desk, and finally shook his head: "...but it looks like , this hope is also a luxury. Sure enough, you can't rely on the word "hope" when doing experiments... Don't worry, the previous promise is still valid. After the experiment is successful, you will get your own piece of "real flesh and blood."

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

"etc!"

Dr. Duzem shouted behind him in a low voice, his voice urgent and panicked: "I know... you should also know... everyone knows where there is a real philosopher's stone!"

Professor Monteria turned his back to him and did not look back.

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

After a long while, he replied in a confused and slightly hoarse voice: "Have we fallen to this point? My students are still 'crows', not 'lichs'... That stone is a father A mother's consciousness of sacrifice was imprinted on a soul that was about to disappear. Although there was an accident and the father escaped death... we have not fallen to that point."

"Furthermore," his voice seemed to contain a mouthful of phlegm, and sounded weird and immodest: "Although we are already at the top of the registered wizard level...do you think we can afford to offend her father who has advanced to legend? "

Dr. Duzem gritted his teeth, his eyes looked extremely scary, and he spoke faster and faster, as if he was worried that if he spoke a little slower, the figure in front of him would disappear:

"Ju Zero Three was built by me. After the Rat Immortal merged with it, how much belongs to it and how much belongs to Giant Zero Three is unknown. Moreover, we don't need to seize the stone completely, because That stone has been burned into the depths of her soul, so with just some blood, I believe I can extract enough 'dregs' that meet the requirements."

Professor Monteria finally turned around and looked at the owner of this bookstore.

His face was hidden under the wide hood, making it appear shadowy and unclear.

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

"One pint!" Dr. Duzem gritted his teeth: "It will not cause any damage to the body. If the amount of extraction is not enough, we will 'borrow' some more after eight weeks."