As he turned the corner, Lawrence bumped into a speeding anthropologist.
The two of them froze slightly and steadied themselves. The anthropologist looked at his white robe stained with blood and water, and his face turned slightly dark. He was about to say something, but when he looked up and saw Lawrence, he immediately calmed down and retreated.
step.
"Lorrence? Are you back from Broken Lake Prison? I'm sorry I just bumped into you. I'm sorry."
"Nothing, where are you going now?"
"Drinker, today is the 15th, and the Blood Moon Trial has to be watched together to be interesting."
"Haven't you seen enough while you were working in prison?"
The other party chuckled: "Guess who is in the list of prisoners announced this morning? - Valkas Ur, the former elf scholar of Kemon University!"
Varcas?
Lawrence was slightly startled, wasn't that the patient he treated yesterday...
"Want to come together? Everyone hasn't seen you for a long time. You will definitely shock them when you show up in the bar -"
"OK."
The anthropologist's expression visibly stiffened. He seemed not to have expected that the usually withdrawn Lawrence would actually agree. He was clearly just inviting someone out of politeness...
"Well... then come with me. By the way, do you want to change your clothes and go back to treat your injuries?"
Lawrence looked at the blood all over his body: "Isn't there blood wine in the coffee shop? It can be used for treatment. Or do you think it's inappropriate for me to enter the wine shop like this, do you mind?"
The anthropologist immediately shook his head: "No, no, no, how is that possible? I actually think your outfit is quite handsome and trendy. You will definitely turn heads when you walk on the street..."
Lawrence sneered inwardly.
As the only blue-scaled murloc in the institute, how could he not know that other scholars in the institute were secretly discriminating and ostracizing him?
However, he didn't care before. He pursued power wholeheartedly and was happy to be left out. He did not participate in any group activities.
Anyway, under the restrictions of the Racial Equality Act, no matter how many complaints these people have, they can only keep them in their hearts.
On the surface, they even have to maintain an attitude of 'I respect you very much' and 'I don't discriminate against you'.
Otherwise, once Lorens catches him and reports him to the Race Commission, the discriminator's future will be ruined for the rest of his life.
But Lawrence was in a really bad mood tonight. Faced with the insincere invitation from his colleague, he suddenly felt a little playful and agreed.
But Lawrence soon regretted it.
He has never been to a bar.
The blue and purple neon lights, the ambiguous and melodious music, the blood saint scholars mingling with each other, everything made Lawrence feel very uncomfortable, and he was even so nervous that his skin began to secrete mucus.
"That is...Mr. Lawrence?"
"Congratulations to Mr. Lawrence for completing the Blood Embrace Ceremony and returning!"
"Come on, let's all have a drink!"
After a while, everyone returned to their respective circles. Even the anthropologist who brought Lawrence had no intention of bringing him into his circle, and just used urine to dodge people.
However, Lawrence also breathed a sigh of relief, found an empty table to sit down, and ordered a glass of melancholic blues. Soon the bartender brought a glass of dark blue cocktail mixed with scarlet.
"The melancholic blues you ordered is 20% human infant blood and 30% blue-scaled murloc infant blood. Please use it slowly."
Lawrence drank it all in one gulp, licked his lips, and the rotting wound began to recover quickly.
He looked at the bar and found that it was no different from the murloc bar in the slums - there were pregnant women drinking at the bar there, orcs and humans were breeding in the booths here, and there were people who took too much moon candy and looked like strips.
Lying on the ground, twitching and rolling like a dog.
However, the topics everyone discusses are different from those outside the pubs. People here are discussing 'whether there are any results', 'one day we will kill those administrators', and 'this is the last year for either promotion or resignation'
, are all adult problems that make people unhappy even when they drink.
A hint of gloom flashed through Lawrence's scarlet fish eyes - now that the blood embrace ceremony was over, he had to sign a young researcher contract with the institute.
Based on the quality of his current blood and the atmosphere of the institute, he will probably have to participate in the 'promote or leave' competition. If he fails to produce the required results within the time limit and cannot be promoted to associate professor, he will be dismissed and expelled from the institute.
Regardless of whether he is starting his own business at the Crime Agency, it is impossible to go further in the research institute.
But the problem is that there are only a few associate professor positions, and there are dozens of blood saint researchers competing... I heard that there is a research institute in Waihai City that is even more outrageous, with 30 researchers competing for 0 associate professor positions and a twenty-year probationary period.
Once they arrive, they will say that everyone has failed, and they will directly transport these blood saint researchers to society and spend twenty years of their labor in vain.
Lawrence took a sip of wine, lowered his head and flipped the drink list to the other side, and found that it was also a familiar bar advertisement. On it were written the price of organ recycling within the Blood Saint Clan, and the recycling agency was 'Red Mist Organs'.
Exchange'.
"Human Blood Saint: 80 silver coins for the heart, 50 silver coins for the lungs, 40 silver coins for the kidneys, 30 silver coins for the eyes..."
"Blue-scaled fishman·Blood Saint: 44 silver coins for the heart, 23 silver coins for the lungs..."
The price of organ recycling of the Blood Saints is significantly lower than the market price. This is naturally because after transforming into the Blood Saints, their organs have also mutated. Therefore, the organs of the Blood Saints can only be sold to the same Blood Saints, and the market is not large.
However, everyone in the Blood Saint Clan can recover through blood therapy, so there is not a high demand for organ sales, so the price is low.
If it were a normal race, the selling price would be at least two or three times higher. However, it would take a long time for normal races to regrow their organs, and it would have a great impact on their lives.
When Lawrence was at his poorest, he sold his own fish bladders and thousands of milliliters of blood to make extra money.
Lawrence then thought about it: 'Now that I no longer have a job in the prison, the subsidy from the institute is much less. It is getting more and more difficult for Granny Yaen, so I might as well sell a few organs first to raise some money to send them there...
…'
Grandma Yaen is the person in charge of the Blue Scale Nursing Home and the parent who raised Lawrence.
Bluescale Nursing Home is one of the few nursing homes willing to accept fishmen.
When Lawrence becomes an adult, he will basically give half of his salary to Grandma Yaen to ease the financial pressure on the nursing home. After all, if Blue Scale goes bankrupt, hundreds more blue scale juveniles will die every year.
A free economy and a free market will naturally have to reincarnate babies if they are not fostered.
Anyway, he doesn't have any hobbies. He doesn't like stock trading or consumption. He spends all his food and accommodation in the research institute. He can't buy any good magic spirits with that little money. He might as well use it to feed the little fish people in the nursing home.
Just when Lawrence was thinking about which organs he should sell, an eight-sided light curtain suddenly appeared in the center of the bar, allowing all customers to see the live broadcast.
"It's started, it's started!"
"Boss Snake, come over and start trading!"
"Hey, when can I play the 'Battle Royale' mode again? It was really fun to watch it."
"I think the 'computer' mode is the best. The scene where electricity jumps out of the eyeballs is really beautiful."
"Today is not a holiday, so how could there be a special mode... Don't think about it, tonight is definitely a classic mode. I just like to watch the classic mode, which is ordinary but also full of excitement."
When the light curtain lit up, even Lawrence, who had little interest in the Blood Moon Trial, couldn't help but look over.
