"Professor", in Leon's understanding, is not just a university lecturer. He remembered that there was also an expert codenamed "Professor" in Caspars' alchemist circle.
When he heard the muscular man calling Carlson "Professor", Leon was not so surprised. After all, "Carlson is 'Professor'" was the conjecture he and Weiin had come up with before.
"What does my student want from me?" Carlson said calmly, "I have already told him that there is nothing I can do to improve the cooling agent."
"Lord Motieri, I hope you will think more and don't refuse so hastily." Although the strong man looks rough, his words are surprisingly polite.
"Motile is already a high-level wizard, isn't he? If he can't improve, what can I, a bad old man, do?"
Is Ian Mortieri really already a high-level wizard? The news told by Carlson made Leon feel unreal.
This Ian Motile is really a rare talent that is rare in a thousand years!
No, it always feels a little strange. Such a wizard... would really stay in Caspers and conduct an improved design of an experiment such as the psychic self-discipline circuit?
As a foreigner, Leon didn't have such a deep understanding of the extraordinary system of this world. It was not difficult to accept the existence of a genius, but he always felt that there was something strange about this Ian Motile, and there was an indescribable sense of violation.
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"I hope you can think about it again, we won't treat you badly." The strong man said respectfully.
Behind him, James' face was numb, and he didn't know what he was thinking.
The air was silent for a moment, and Carlson sighed: "Forget it, take me to meet Motile."
"no problem."
The strong man opened the cage, released Carlson, and left behind Carlson. James also followed Carlson silently. No one in the room seemed to care about Leon's existence.
Leon: "..."
I don’t know whether being ignored is a good thing or a bad thing.
Considering the existence of a high-level wizard, Leon did not plan to recklessly use the few cards at hand to destroy the cage and escape. That would cause too much noise, and he did not know what the layout was like outside the room. He observed the laboratory for a while
, after confirming that there were no other noteworthy points, Liang sat down cross-legged and began to review the test.
Ian Motile is a genius who is rare to see in a thousand years. The more he gets to know him and hears about him, the more strange he feels to Leon.
Thinking carefully about Ian's sources, Leon discovered the problem:
All the information related to Ian comes from other people's oral accounts. So far, there is no solid evidence to prove that Ian is really the high-level wizard, the alchemist who conducted experiments on psychic self-discipline circuits.
The truly objective information about Ian actually only came from 12 years ago, when Ian disappeared after completing a medical visit in Caspars Prison. After that, all information about Ian came from
At……
Yes, Carlson Mensis.
It was the professor who told the authorities that Ian had stolen the experimental report on the psionic autonomic circuit and was very likely to conduct experiments here, and James had indeed implanted the psionic autonomic circuit. Therefore, everyone agreed with Carlson.
What he said was true, and it was further speculated that the high-level wizard who attacked the Suzheng Bureau and kidnapped Carlson was Ian Motieri.
Just now, Carlson also said that it was Ian who brought him here and asked him to help complete the improvement of the coolant of the psychic self-discipline circuit. The strong man also said that it was Ian who asked him to persuade Carlson to obey.
It seems that all information about Ian Motieri is related to Carlson Mensis.
Recalling the scene he just saw, Liang shuddered and realized something:
After Carlson was released from the cage, both the strong man and James chose to follow Carlson, which was contrary to common sense.
Even if Carlson is asked to be treated politely, the strong man should lead the way, not Carlson, unless... Carlson knows the layout of this place and does not need anyone else to lead the way.
Furthermore, the strong man's behavior of following Carlson looked very familiar, as if he had been used to doing so for a long time - especially for such a tall man, but his steps were as tight as Carlson, an old man.
If a strong man often follows Carlson like this, and he follows Carlson skillfully and restrains his pace cautiously, it would make sense.
Carlson Menzies and Ian Motiere are on the same team?
This conjecture came to Leon's mind, and the next second, a bolder conjecture appeared in his mind:
Ian Motieri did not exist at all in the whole incident, everything was directed and acted by Carlson!
In this way, the "young high-level wizard" makes sense. If the high-level wizard is not Ian Motile, but Carlson, then Carlson looks to be in his sixties or seventies.
Being a high-level wizard is nothing particularly surprising.
When the Su Zheng Bureau encountered an attack, it was very simple. Carlson escaped from inside and disguised himself as a high-level wizard and kidnapped him.
When Leon himself encountered James's tentative attack, it was because Carlson saw him who "looked like the Witch King" in the morning and was curious about it, so he ordered James to test Leon, this "unknown person" who had the appearance of the Witch King.
During the previous siege of James by the Suppression Bureau, Carlson also took Leon away and imprisoned him here.
Carlson pretended that he was a prisoner of Ian Motile like Leone, which could make Leone subconsciously relax his vigilance, making it easier for Carlson to make excuses, and Carlson also judged from Leone's reaction that Leone did not know that he was
Why does he look so similar to the Witch King?
At this moment, all kinds of doubts seemed to have been answered. Although there was no actual evidence for "whether Carlson Menzies was the real mastermind behind the scenes", just like "whether Ian Motieri existed", this also made Li Li
Ang stood up excitedly.
Bang~
The sudden sound in the laboratory startled him, and following the sound, Liang saw that the baffle of the vent on the wall was pushed open, and a small head poked out.
It was a cat, a very familiar cat.
Liang's eyes widened: "——Isaac?"
This cat raised by Wein jumped down from a high place, walked to the cage, and shook its tail: "Meow, you are imprisoned here. If we hadn't used some tracking methods in advance, it would be quite difficult to find you.
Meow."
Although the voice was a soft cat voice, the tone and language reminded Liang of someone instantly, and made his eyes widen even more: