In another room almost across the entire ship from the first class cabin.
A middle-aged man with greasy and messy hair anxiously wiped the sweat from his forehead.
He grabbed the blond boy who was passing by, and when the other boy frowned in pain, he asked quickly: "Have you not found Paul yet?"
"Have you told me yet—"
The young man shouted impatiently.
"What's not there?"
At this moment, a cold, hoarse, and slow voice came.
A chill suddenly penetrated the room. People subconsciously looked in the direction of the sound.
It was a man who looked as thin as a ghost.
He looked about forty or fifty years old, and his eyes were as deep as a lone wolf squatting for prey. The man's back was a little stooped, and he was leaning against the surrounding wall when he appeared at the door. Although he was wearing a neat suit, because he was a little larger,
His shoulders couldn't be lifted up and he looked a little slumped. His eyes were filled with a dim yellow light, which made him look sickly.
He walked in slowly, and everyone else stopped communicating and moving to say hello and salute:
"Professor Rashmi!"
"Good afternoon, professor."
The middle-aged man known as Professor Laxmi just nodded slightly and did not respond.
He stared at the man with messy hair and walked straight over.
The man was also startled and stood obediently like a student. The blond boy next to him also had a look of fear on his face, but he did not dare to run away. He could only glare angrily at the middle-aged man next to him, and then lowered his head.
.
"What's not there?"
After Professor Laxmi came closer, he repeated what he had just said in a low voice.
The blond boy spoke quickly: "Paul is missing. Assistant Coach Medel asked us to find him..."
"That's right, professor..."
The middle-aged man scratched his hair vigorously, brushing away the dandruff, while lowering his head and whispering: "Someone saw him when we boarded the ship before..."
But before he could continue to say anything, Assistant Professor Medel was interrupted by Professor Rashmi: "Paul is missing?"
"……yes."
Assistant coach Medel was speechless and could only nod.
"I asked you to keep an eye on him." Professor Laxmi frowned and said slowly.
"……yes."
"So how did you do it?"
Professor Laxmi said softly, like a whisper between lovers: "You let him go?"
Medel was excited and immediately began to explain: "No, no, no, I said, when he set sail, he clearly..."
"——You know, he is very important."
Professor Laxmi continued to interrupt Medel: "More important than all of you combined."
"Yes, yes, I know..."
Medel wiped his sweat and kept bowing and nodding.
At this moment, Professor Laxmi's finger quietly rested on Medel's forehead.
In an instant, the entire room fell into silence. Medel did not dare to move, and Professor Laxmi was as full of life as a withered corpse.
Everyone watched this scene in silence, and the sound of the waves that was originally submerged in the words became particularly clear.
Wow——
Wow——
Maybe it was only a dozen seconds, but Medel felt like several minutes had passed.
Finally, Professor Laxmi's fingers slowly curled up and retracted.
Seeing that Medel did not die immediately, the sound of "relief" sounded at the same time, almost forming a continuous, clearly audible sigh in the narrow room. But people soon realized how impolite this would be.
, and the silence immediately returned.
But Medel still maintained his previous posture, motionless.
——He was petrified.
In addition to turning into a stone statue, being completely incapacitated and unable to move can also be regarded as a type of petrification. This is also an application of preservation technology-living preservation.
"This is the third time, Medel. I will show your father some kindness...but there will be no next time."
Professor Laxmi's hoarse and unpleasant voice slowly sounded: "You'd better hope that I can get Paul back."
With his hands behind his back, he glanced across the room with a face as cold as a corpse, and ordered: "Do what you should do."
In an instant, the frozen crowd suddenly regained its liveliness and vitality——
They moved the tall and heavy wooden barrels that were in the same room with them to the window, and poured out all the biological specimens purchased from the Theocracy and the preservation fluids in them.
Everyone seemed to be trying to show how hardworking and serious they were - even the sound of moving barrels was so clear.
"——Be quiet, we are doing this in secret."
Professor Laxmi's sarcastic voice sounded again: "Are you building a building? Or who wants to build a foundation? I will be the first to satisfy him when I get back."
For a moment, the work became quiet again.
The students worked quietly - silently but extremely quickly.
Professor Laxmi frowned and looked around the room, but didn't seem to find the other person he was looking for. He raised his eyebrows and left quietly without saying a word.
After he left, the students in the cabin breathed a sigh of relief. The speed of their work immediately slowed down a lot.
After a while, Medel was gradually able to resume action.
First, his fingers could twitch. Then his eyelids began to blink, and tears flowed from them. After a while, he knelt down on the ground in embarrassment, gasping for air, and kept reaching out to hit his shoulders and
But no other students in the room paid attention to him.
Students came and went passing by him, but almost no one glanced at him.
"I'm here to help too!"
Assistant coach Medel took a breath, stood up, and squeezed past on his own.
The other side.
Aleister's fingers tapped on the armrest of the sofa, lost in thought.
"More details."
She suddenly spoke and asked Paul: "How do you plan to proceed?"
Dimitur on the side responded: "Just throw the 'noose' we brought into the sea..."
"That's it in full."
Paul interrupted Dimit and started from the beginning: "Generally speaking, when used as a preservative, we use normal concentrations. And we have always had one job -
"Because Star Antimony is not adjacent to Parthia, and the port is controlled by goblin merchants, the ships of the snakemen and lizardmen from Parthia cannot come in. So when we need to trade with Parthia, we will choose to do it from the Theocracy."
"What deal?" Aleister asked.
"Human specimens. We need a large number of specimens from races other than humans... The study of necromancy will consume a lot of corpses, and Star Antimony can barely even provide human corpses."
Paul replied: "But the Theocracy does not allow the sale of human tissue, and it also does not allow the slave trade. Therefore, the Parthians adopted another trading model-they brought some slaves directly to the Theocracy, and then asked us to bring them to the Theocracy."
They make specimens at the level of 'living corpses'. In other words, it is us who provide services, not them... and providing rituals, alchemy or necromancy processing is allowed by the Theocracy."
"Then how can the Parthians profit?"
Aleister asked in detail: "They can't just pay to give you the body, right?"
"——Because specimen customization requires a lot of time and effort, and it is easy to damage the body, or the highest quality cannot be maintained... The highest quality specimens can be directly used for necromancy research, or for making high-level necromancy.
, which requires very high technology.
"So after the Parthians give us a 20% 'deposit', we will in turn pay a large 'deposit' to ensure that they are in good condition. Because the process is complicated and the production is difficult, the amount of this deposit is much higher
As for the deposit... so the result is that we paid the money and came back with the body."
Paul said calmly: "After that... there is no after. The deposit is just a deposit, and they have 'withheld' the deposit. After that, we only need to write another letter, regretfully informing them that 'all
The corpses are destroyed, the deal is cancelled, and that's the end of it. The corpses are indeed destroyed - they are used to improve the students' preservation and necromancy skills."
...so smart.
Aleister sighed: "There are geniuses in the ziggurat..."