Lan pushed the trolley open and opened the laboratory door, placed the three body bags on the long table, and exhaled: "Teacher, all the new materials have been delivered!"
"Coming."
Lawrence came out of the room and glanced at the ten body bags on the long table with his bell-sized fish eyes. He moved his nose slightly and smelled the rotting smell full of death, and nodded: "Where are the dolphins?"
"The female dolphin you specified has been delivered in a water tank, but the tank is too big to move in. Teacher, do you want to study the newly dead dolphin? When will you need it?"
"No need for now, you are responsible for taking care of her."
"Okay. Teacher, do you want to study live dolphins? Do you need to bring the water tank up?"
"No need to bring it up."
Not used as research materials, nor moved to the laboratory?
Lan blinked: "Teacher, do you really want to study dolphins?"
"Well, of course." Lawrence said calmly: "But please remember to send her to my house later."
Gan!
As a human graduate student with excellent academic performance, Lann felt that his views were shocked - the rumor that blue-scaled murlocs prefer dolphins is actually true!
"Come and unpack it." Lawrence said, "You are lucky. You didn't have so much research materials like I did during my internship. Take a good look and study hard."
"yes!"
Lawrence opened the first body bag: "Human, male, obese young man, non-magician, level 1 ordinary materials. You can use it to practice."
"Orc, male, strong young man, non-magician, level 3 ordinary materials, you can use them to practice."
"Human, female, normal young man, non-magician, level 3 ordinary materials, you can use them to practice."
"What happened at the hospital...forget it. Dog, male, strong and mature, non-magician, level 2 ordinary materials, you can take it."
Opening the last body bag, Lawrence couldn't help but shook his head: "8 common, 2 rare, and not a single sorcerer corpse. I'm not very lucky this time."
"Teacher Teutonic, this is already very good." Lan couldn't help but said: "Generally speaking, the hospital only sends about twenty corpses to the institute a day, and these are basically due to serious illness, aging, etc.
It is a level 1 ordinary corpse that died due to a cause, but even this has to be divided equally among the entire institute. When I was studying with Mr. Osram, sometimes there was no new research material even for a week."
"It's just in the past few days that there has been more material. Even because of the restriction of "dead energy dissipates in seven days," we can't even use it even if we work overtime."
"Yeah, wow." Lawrence was actually in a good mood, and he spoke with some fish-men's unique bubbly voice: "Thanks to those outer domain magicians, they should come to Camon City once every year... no, every month
.”
"Teacher!" Lann was startled: "Be careful what you say! The Supreme Master will be unhappy!"
"Relax, we are the blood saints beloved by the Supreme Lord, and we will not lose the Supreme Lord's favor just because we talk nonsense."
"But that's not possible. If someone else hears and reports the teacher——"
"Okay, okay, do you think I'm right?"
"Of course not. Once a month is too harmful to the economy. Kaimon City cannot bear such frequent devastation." Lann said seriously: "It would be enough if they go to Feimeng City next door once a month. Kaimon City's new
One-third of the materials generated were given to the research institute in Feimeng City."
Lawrence took a look at this new student - he was indeed a former human being, but his mind was darker than that of a fishman.
The light screen suddenly popped up, reminding Lawrence that the appointment time was up, and he said to the student: "Well, Lan, you should preprocess the materials first. I have something to go out for."
"Yes, teacher."
After taking off his robe and spraying perfume to dispel the body odor, Lawrence left the laboratory briskly.
When passing by the water tank downstairs, he opened his eyes wide to admire the graceful figure and passionate eyes of the dolphins, wiped the drool from the corner of his mouth, and stepped into the school road illuminated by the blood moon.
Just a few days after returning to the institute, the institute quickly assigned him a laboratory.
Although Lawrence felt that he was weak and incompetent, his blood qualifications were among the top five in the entire research institute. Therefore, even if he offended the "reserve big shots" in the four major research institutes, the institute still spared no effort to
He tilts resources.
Lann was also a graduate student assigned to him by the institute. Although Lawrence was unwilling, firstly, it was a mandatory requirement for young researchers to take charge of graduate students, and secondly, there were many chores in experimental research, and he really needed a graduate student to help him with the work.
Lawrence has also been someone else's graduate student. This is a necessary step before a 'blood change', which is equivalent to the 'trial period' and 'internship period' before changing race.
Because although the prospective blood descendants have passed the postgraduate examination and their qualifications are guaranteed, many of the institute's projects conflict with universal values. The institute needs to make sure that the new recruits are 'smart people' who can blend in with them, rather than 'models' domesticated by propaganda.
citizens'.
Of course, the 'trial period' nominally allows graduate students to have early access to magician research, so as to raise the faction level to Silver level as soon as possible. But if the newcomer cannot integrate into the 'big family' of the institute, then his end will generally not be good - Research
There is a joke in the institute called 'Today you are my student, tomorrow you will be my material'.
The institute will not intentionally break the law, but the law cannot control the institute.
By the way, the main research projects of the Red Mist Research Institute are the 'Blood Arts Faction' and the 'Necromancer Faction'. Both factions require a large number of corpses as research materials. Lawrence majored in the Necromancer Faction, benefiting from sufficient
Materials, the progress of his experiments has been rapid these days, and he even summoned a new magic spirit. The necromantic faction is about to reach the limit of the silver realm.
If he was still in prison struggling to survive, he would never have had such a good time. So, fate is really wonderful.
Arriving at the bar, Lawrence said hello to Boss Snake. Boss Snake smiled and said, "Hey, here you go again? I've gotten a lot of good blood recently. Do you want a cup of 'Song of the Elf'?"
"All elves have blood? What's the proportion?"
"60%!" Boss Snake looked around and said in a low voice: "Hey, in addition to Elf Song, I also sell 'Wolf Kisses' here."
Lawrence's eyes widened: "I didn't hear that the church was attacked!"
"A Moon Shadow priest happened to be in the suburbs at that time and encountered a large army of attackers. May the Lord have mercy on this unlucky soul... Do you want a 10% ratio?"
"A cup of Elf Song, a cup of Wolf Kiss!"
"Hiss, you really know how to drink."
Lawrence sat back to his last position and waited quietly for the start of Blood Moon Trial. For some reason, after watching Blood Moon Trial, he suddenly fell in love with this program, even though he had never bothered to watch it in prison before.
Maybe it's because he was kicked out of prison.
Perhaps it is because he knows that he will be stepped on by [222] in his life, and the other party will not notice him at all.
Maybe it's because he accepted his own ordinaryness.
During the period of study, internship, and rituals in prison, Lawrence always maintained a high morale and could satisfy himself by being moved by himself. He did not need any entertainment programs to enrich his spiritual life.
But now he has put the sexual needs that he has never cared about before him again. He goes to a bar and drinks a few drinks every night, and even likes to watch the Blood Moon Judgment... The reason is that he can no longer draw from the 'struggle'
Happy.
For Lawrence, studying, researching, practicing, and exploring virtual realms have all become tasks that he has to do.
Because he saw his ceiling and knew that no matter how hard he tried, it would be useless.
Facing an insurmountable wall, he just wanted to lie down and live his life.
It's funny to say that when he first came to the institute, Lawrence often despised the researchers who were dawdling, thinking that they were no different from corpses in coffins, and always thought that he would never become one of them.
'Perhaps I would have died the night I was thrown into the broken lake.' Lawrence thought to himself calmly: 'Without ambition, all I have left is a heart that cannot beat.'
Suddenly, there was a loud noise outside the bar, and someone ran in and shouted excitedly: "Something happened in Broken Lake Prison! A death row prisoner escaped!"
"Real or fake? How did you escape? And where are the prison guards?"
"The prison guards seem to have been locked up. The death row inmates robbed the transport ship that arrived at the prison today and took the opportunity to escape. It was at the port that they discovered that the transport ship had not returned. After reporting at all levels, they discovered that something had happened in the prison!"
"Broken Lake is going to embarrass the whole country this time. Is this the first case of a death row prisoner escaping?"
"Wait a minute, aren't there medical doctors in the prison? Do they also..."
"Pfft, hahahahaha, I'm laughing so hard! Come, cheers to the escaped prisoners, and hope they can bring a little fun to the blood-crazy hunters!"
"cheers!"
Someone else shouted: "Cheers to the recent addition of materials! The materials in these few days are as good as those in several months!"
"cheers!"
"For the outer realm magician..."
"Hey, hey, we don't dare to toast randomly."
"Then drink to the dead!"
"Cheers! Woohoo~"
Lawrence also raised his glass happily and drank the Elf Song in one gulp.
Although it has nothing to do with him, the medical doctor [222] must still be in Broken Lake Prison at this time. The medical team in the prison cannot escape the blame for this prison break, and they even have greater responsibilities than the prison guards - after all, the prison
The doctor is the target on the bright side, but the medical doctor is the bat hiding in the dark.
Lawrence was even secretly glad that he was kicked out early - he couldn't accept such a shameful deed of being controlled by a condemned man.
"So, we won't be watching the Blood Moon Trial tonight? It's boring."
"Boss Snake, why not make a bet on escaped prisoners? Bet on when they will be caught and whether they will be shot while escaping. I have friends in the Crime Hunting Hall who can pass on the news as soon as possible!"
"Hiss..." Snake boss said: "Let me think about it..."
At this moment, an eight-sided light curtain suddenly appeared in the center of the wine cafe!
Everyone was stunned and looked at Boss Snake. Boss Snake was very calm: "I set up the light screen at 8 o'clock to watch the Blood Moon Trial, but now the program is gone——"
"If you are hurt enough, use a pair of hands to cut it open. Yesterday's curse..."
There’s even opening music!?
In the eyes of everyone who was confused, surprised, and expecting, a uniformed prison guard appeared in the light curtain. He was holding the "Catalog of Sinners" in his hand, and the book covered his mouth, revealing only a pair of cold eyes.
"Hello everyone, I am Asher Hiss, the host of this Blood Moon Trial."
Asher Heath?
Ash Heath!
No one will forget this name in just a few days, not to mention that many people are still looking forward to him performing on stage again in this blood moon trial!
"Because this trial will end at any time, let's introduce the list of the redeemed this time without further ado."
The scene turned and the camera focused on the Broken Lake outside the prison. Eight thin red stone pillars appeared on the Broken Lake. Each of the stone pillars had a stone pedestal, and each stone pedestal sat with a prisoner.
"This is Edmond Mencken, former executive secretary of the Department of Revenue."
"This is Bernard Ledore, the former director of the Project Division of the Government Affairs Department."
"This is Ernest Andreyer, former congressman."
When the camera focused on the last contestant, everyone watching the Blood Moon Trial in the bar, the research institute, the church, the nursing home, and the crime hunting hall were so frightened that they stood up.
"This is Alan Doyle Financier," Ash said, "The current mayor of Caimon City."