"That's it."
When Zheng Qing's first talisman bullet hit the black wizard's forehead.
High altitude far away from the battlefield.
In the clouds.
Professor Monteria, who was sitting on the back of the gray crow, put away the quill and notepad in his hand, lowered his head, and took one last look at the irregular black and red spots embedded in the dark green silent forest below, and spoke indifferently.
He ordered: "The relevant data are basically in line with expectations, and the time is almost up... Let's end it here."
"Would you like to stop observing for a while?"
Crow No. 3 lay on the edge of the crow's wings, leaning his head, greedily feeling the majestic momentum exuded by the top wizard in the dark spot, with a trace of intoxication in his eyes, and murmured: "This is the best we have prepared.
Excellent work, except for some flaws in appearance...Imagine if everyone in the world could..."
He very wisely ended his reverie here.
The professor raised his eyelids and glanced at him.
"Temperance is the most elegant virtue in the world."
The professor said meaningfully: "Just like Mr. Whateley below, he has begun to instinctively get lost in this force that does not belong to him... People whose behavior is dominated by instinct often cannot tell whether what is in front of them is bait or bait.
Food... For most dark wizards, chasing power is their instinct, and power is the best bait. Obviously, our Mr. Whateley is a standard dark wizard."
"And he is a stupid dark wizard who lacks self-control." Crow No. 3 muttered, looking back, adding two attributive words to the professor's evaluation, and then adding two metaphors: "Like a man who can't wait to spread his tail feathers.
A peacock, or a little boy showing off his toys to strangers."
The latter metaphor was used by the professor not long ago.
As he spoke, he took out the clipboard from his arms, flipped through a few pages, and found a piece of parchment hidden at the bottom. The terms of the contract written in runes on the paper were a little blurry in the dim light, except for the last sentence.
The words - the final interpretation right of this contract belongs to the project leader - shone with a strange red light and appeared very clear.
He raised his head again and looked at the professor, as if he wanted to say something else.
But as far as he could see, the thin and hard back made him give up the words that were already coming to his lips. He honestly took out the quill pen clamped on the edge of the note board, and scrawled his opinions and name at the end of the contract - Judgment Experiment
It's over. According to the rules, the relevant experimental subject, Gan Ning, will be destroyed.
The last stroke has fallen.
A very inconspicuous burnt smell came out from the tip of the feather pen. Starting from the retracted point of the pen tip, the faint burnt blackness was like a snake. It followed the handwriting he left before and traced forward and backward. In just a blink of an eye,
The entire parchment was enveloped in fine sparks and bluish-white smoke.
Gan Ning blinked again, and the parchment on the note board had turned into fly ash. The breeze blew by, and the fly ash disappeared instantly. Only intermittent scorch marks remained on the board, recording the traces of the existence of the contract.
The young crow turned his head carefully and glanced outside the crow's back.
There was a trace of regret in his eyes.
In the silent forest, the dark patch of black and red that was very clear just a moment ago had become extremely pale. He seemed to be able to see the once majestic big demon under the dark patch moving regularly.
It crumbled little by little under the influence.
"Hold on to Lingyu, it's time for us to leave." The professor reminded indifferently: "...Everyone is waiting for us."
The big gray-white crow flapped its wings slightly, and suddenly disappeared from the spot.
Gan Ning hurriedly grabbed the thickest cluster of feathers in front of him, and felt a blur in front of his eyes. When he came back to his senses, the surroundings were no longer surrounded by clouds and mist. Below him was a lush coniferous forest, and a biting cold wind passed through the treetops.
, making a subtle buzzing sound, like a green ocean. He remembered that this place should belong to the north of the Silent Forest, hundreds of miles away from the battlefield just now.
Gua!
The gray-white crow made a low-pitched cry, folded its wings, and fell smoothly downwards. The big tree it hit head on seemed to have been activated. One by one, they actively dodged the landing crows, but unexpectedly they didn't.
Disturbing the birds in the trees.
Gan Ning clearly saw a bird named Tianzi tilting its head to comb the feathers on its back. When the gray-white crow landed, its broad wings almost brushed its little head, but this usually alert and timid guy was completely unmoved.
aware.
Phew!
A gentle breeze blew downwards, scattering a few withered yellow grasses on the ground.
The big gray-white crow was hovering half-way up the tree, motionless. Professor Monteria still closed his eyes and sat on the crow's back, while Gan Ning tightened the crow mask on his face and jumped down.
Whoosh!
Swish! Swish!
One after another, figures wearing crow masks jumped out of the forest and landed around Gan Ning. Under the gray-white crows, they stood with their hands tied, respectfully and nervously, waiting quietly.
The professor wasted no time, waited for everyone to arrive, and spoke directly.
"This experiment was successful, everyone worked hard... It is necessary to conduct a review after each mission. This will allow you to increase your experience and reduce errors. So, do you have any constructive suggestions for today's mission?
"cricket
He seemed to be in class, patiently waiting for students' feedback.
for a long time.
No one spoke.
All the crows were looking cautiously at the small patch of grass in front of them.
"Since everyone has no objections, after this task is over, each person will submit a 30,000-word experimental report. It can be completed before the start of school. It will be used as your homework for the remaining winter vacation..."
The professor arranged it skillfully, as if he didn't notice the bitter looks below. At the end, he added as if casually: "As for the report... you can give it directly to No. 3 after it is completed. If there are any other reports or situations before the winter vacation,
, also report directly to No. 3. I have an urgent task and don’t want other things to disturb me.”
Most of the crows turned their attention to the crows standing in the front row of the team, their eyes full of scrutiny and speculation. On the contrary, crows No. 1, 2 and 3, who were in the center of the eye contact, behaved calmer than the others.
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"in addition!"
The professor's tone did not change at all, but everyone immediately put away their glances and returned to their previous respect: "Before finishing, I have another idea that I hope to share with you. Maybe this idea seems a little bit to you.
It’s all a fuss, but I think it’s not a bad word to take precautions at any time.”
Be on guard against subtle changes.
It doesn't sound like a good word.
Everyone subconsciously cheered up, but it was the professor whose tone was as calm and indifferent as before, as if he was chatting with everyone. However, the more this tone, the more nervous the crows who were familiar with him felt.
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This chapter has been completed!