According to Jiang Yu’s previous introduction, Zheng Qing thought he would see a young wizard.
But the reality shocked him.
The doctor in his late forties had gray hair, a sallow and haggard face, and two big black bags under his eyes. He looked like an old man in his seventies or eighties.
Zheng Qing remembered very clearly that Dr. Duzem had become a registered wizard when he was less than twenty years old, and it had only been twenty years now.
Twenty years, for the great wizard, may be just a nap.
Even for registered wizards, it is not a long time.
There may be a hundred-year difference in lifespan among registered wizards depending on when they are promoted, but the vast majority of registered wizards have a long lifespan of more than three hundred years.
Forty years old, for a registered wizard, is between ordinary human teenagers and young adults.
It was originally a prime age.
Unexpectedly, it was almost dusk.
This left Zheng Qing speechless in shock.
So much so that when the owner of the house grabbed his arm and shook him, he didn't react at all.
However, Dr. Duzem is not an old-style aristocrat who likes to get entangled in red tape.
He also didn't pay attention to the rudeness of Miss Jiang's male companion.
He paid more attention to the young witch in red robe in front of him.
"So, the rumors are true. Did you really go to Jiuyou Academy to study?" Dr. Duzem's tone was full of regret: "For a family that has been Alpha for generations, this must be a difficult choice...
...I think the elders in your house must be very troubled by your choice."
"They don't need to choose." Jiang Yu smiled slightly.
While the two were chatting, Zheng Qing finally came to his senses and began to seriously look at the legendary genius in front of him.
Although the doctor's face was already covered with many wrinkles, it was well groomed. There was no moustache around his mouth, and his sallow face was pressed tightly against his cheekbones, giving him a skinny look.
He did not wear a white work cap in the study like some old-fashioned researchers, but let his silver-gray hair pile up messily on his head, like a neglected bird's nest.
Compared to his hair, his clothes were even less cared for.
The black wizard robe has turned gray after washing, and the trim on the hood has disappeared, leaving only a dense string of stitches. The cuffs and elbows of the robe have been worn shiny, and the collar is still hanging
A stain of unknown color.
Just like the iron gate of his house.
It is difficult to say that financial difficulties are necessarily related to cleanliness. The doctor's dress is more like a slovenly fanatic style.
But compared with those madmen in history who talked about it based on their opinions, Dr. Duzem seemed a little restrained.
Most registered wizards at his age will always have a decent job. But for one reason or another, the doctor can only rely on funding from the Jiang family to conduct research and live in poverty.
Life has exhausted most of his confidence.
He is not tall, and his back is also severely hunched perhaps because he has been working at the table all year round. Standing in front of Jiang Yu, he always has an almost flattering smile on his face.
There is nothing like the high-spirited temperament of geniuses.
With a stooped body, a humble smile, shabby clothes and messy hair, the whole person seems to have been repeatedly washed away by the long river of history, and is full of decadent old age.
Only those silver-gray eyes are always shining.
"This is the first time I've come here since your institute was established." Jiang Yu continued to have a meaningless conversation with the doctor on the side: "When I was at home, my grandmother usually didn't allow me to go out."
"Haha, it's true. Zhongshan is indeed a bit far from Phuket Island." Obviously, Dr. Duzem is not good at dealing with people, but decades of experience still give him some experience, he said haha,
Looking at the eldest lady of the Jiang family in front of her:
"Then, why do you two come to the Abnormal Life Research Center? In fact, my research institute only studies abnormal forms of life... People generally disdain normal life, right, hahaha...
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To be honest, this joke is a bit cold.
Zheng Qing couldn't help but shudder.
But good tutoring still allowed Jiang Yu to maintain a decent smile.
After the doctor laughed a few times, he closed his mouth and wandered around the room with his eyes.
The scene is a bit embarrassing.
Zheng Qing turned his gaze to other corners of the room, trying his best to avoid colliding with the doctor's gaze.
It can be seen that this room, like its owner, is also a bit messy.
The tall dressing mirror on the side is covered with a purple-red velvet blanket, but I don't know what it means.
The most conspicuous thing in the whole room is a banner, hanging on the wall next to the desk, with a white background splashed with ink and exquisite framing. It forms a sharp contrast with the other decorations in the room.
The banner reads "Different Fireworks, Same Brilliance". There is no signature or signature, and it seems to be the work of an unknown person.
But this does not mean that the calligraphy in this painting is not good. On the contrary, Zheng Qing feels that the calligraphy in this painting is excellent.
Zheng Qing has profound calligraphy skills, and he can accurately determine that this calligraphy was written by everyone.
This made him a little bit happy, and he couldn't help but move to the banner.
After looking around, his attention turned around halfway and was attracted by a glass fish tank in the corner.
Perhaps Dr. Duzem finally noticed that something was not right in the atmosphere in the room, so he turned to look at the old servant beside him: "Constantine, the guests are here, please serve the coffee quickly."
"But Master, we haven't prepared coffee at home for a long time." The old servant looked at his master hesitantly.
"Tea is okay too!" The doctor raised his voice and emphasized his tone.
The old servant was stunned for a moment, then nodded meekly and walked out of the door.
This move made the atmosphere in the room even more awkward.
"What is this?" Zheng Qing's words at this time just solved the doctor's uneasiness.
He pointed at a bunch of small white bugs clumped into balls in the glass fish tank and asked curiously.
The rectangular fish tank is as tall as one person. Judging from Zheng Qing's gentle tapping, the glass plate used to build the fish tank is also very thick. However, there are no delicate and beautiful swimming fish in this sturdy fish tank.
The fish tank was empty, except for a layer of fine black stones on the bottom of the tank.
A group of small gray-white bugs huddled together like a volleyball and rolled down to the bottom of the tank.
These insects were motionless, as if they were petrified.
This made Zheng Qing very curious.
"What is this?" He raised his head and looked at the owner of the house: "It looks like a group of small insects."
"It's just bugs... these are corpse-eating beetles." Dr. Duzem quickly walked to his side and explained dutifully: "They are also called burying bugs and are often used to prepare alchemical raw materials... If
You want to use a smooth bone surface in your experiment. This is an ideal tool. Most corpse dissolving powders are too corrosive and will damage the bone structure... These little bugs live on dead bodies, wizards, animals.
,It will be all right."
As he spoke, he clenched his fist and knocked hard on the wall of the thick glass tank.
Several corpse-eating beetles crawled away slowly, revealing a white skull wrapped in it.
Looks like a baby.
Zheng Qing had a creepy feeling.
This chapter has been completed!