“…has nothing to do with seeds.”

"Once the seed is planted, it will not be controlled by anyone."

"So, why that young man was not affected, we don't know until the exact data is checked. The only thing that can be confirmed is that he is definitely a very valuable research individual."

Institute of Abnormal Life, in Dr. Duzem's study.

The door of the house is closed.

Professor Monteria sat on a high-back chair opposite the desk, with her legs raised and her fingers crossed on her knees, revealing a leisurely and natural atmosphere from the inside out.

After hearing his analysis, Dr. Duzem raised his head and revealed his two dark eye sockets.

“Yes, indeed.”

He murmured, but the glass rod in his hand did not pause at all, and was still slowly stirring in the cup. Two black and white eyeballs dragged blood like water plants and rolled gracefully in the sticky eye wash: "You were right before. I admit that I was a little confused... This child is indeed very special... Maybe this is why Qingqiu and Zhongshan both have green eyes for him."

He bit the words "Qingqiu" and "Zhongshan" a little bit.

The meaning is very clear - the same attitude as he had in several previous discussions, he still disagrees with the idea of ​​making a school student, especially a very special student, especially the student who has now become a formal employee of the first university.

"Don't worry, I won't do anything to him in the short term."

Professor Monteria obviously understood the doctor's unfinished meaning and laughed softly: "He is now the assistant to the edge. I have plenty of space and time to observe whether the seed has really disappeared from his body, and what kind of wizard he is... But as you said to him before, 'We cannot draw any conclusions based on simple observation'."

"I still don't understand why you took such a big risk and chose to plant seeds at the banquet. What you should know during that time period is that he is already a teacher at the Fringe Academy..."

“The people on the edge are not ours.”

Professor Monteria held his hands together, and his tone was filled with emotion: "As for why, I can probably guess the thoughts of those children. It's just that things have been going well recently, so I was careless and thought that a second-year student was easy to control. Or, they felt that the chaotic banquet, noisy sounds, alcohol, deliciousness, etc., were all very good cover..."

The stirring glass rod in Dr. Duzem stopped. He looked at the guest with his black eye sockets and interrupted the professor very seriously: "You know I'm not asking this 'why'."

The professor stared at the eyes in the cup and was silent for a few seconds.

"Because I think he will become a good crow." He replied in a soft voice: "A seed will become the best bond between him and us. What we provide for him is the best quality seed in the laboratory, and the degree of completion is also very high. After fusing that seed, even if there are some out-of-control 'side effects', the laboratory has sufficient potions to help him suppress..."

"Then he had to reach some degree of cooperation with the crows in order to save his life?"

Dr. Duzem laughed and helped the professor deduce the development of the subsequent plot: "...Although there will be a little unhappiness between you at the beginning, as the seeds sprout, the young man will be surprised to find his magic, and his body changes rapidly every moment. This visible strength increase, which is constantly offset by his resistance. Until the end, you will benefit from the two sides and cooperate happily."

The professor was silent on this and did not deny this possibility.

Dr. Duzem paused a little and changed his tone: "But I once heard a wizard say that an accident in a moment is an accident, but over time, the accident will turn into an eternal tragedy. Ordinary people attacked by wild werewolfs or vampires will face such tragedy; wizards bitten by demons and forced to fall will face such tragedy... Accept your seeds and become experimental subjects of crows, and will also face such tragedy."

"If our transformation experiment is successful, these tragedies can be avoided." Professor Monteria's right index finger bounced slightly, and a faint magic wave spread around him as the center, but it was very delicately confined to the study, and there was no even a page of straw paper.

Dr. Duzem stared at his black eye sockets.

A few sticky bloodshots flowed down from the corners of his eyes, like small snakes, winding among the wrinkles on his face.

"Ah, yes."

He murmured, subconsciously stirring the eyes in the glass again, his voice looking a little dry: "As long as you succeed...congratulations yet, you have become a great wizard."

Although he had no eyes, Professor Monteria still felt a gaze of "envy" and "jealousy" from the two black eye sockets.

"You will definitely get what you want, too."

The professor put his arms around and looked at the owner of the laboratory: "Just as I have always promised, after the experiment is successful, you will be assigned a piece of 'real flesh and blood' of your own."

This sentence is more useful than any comfort.

Dr. Duzem finally stopped stirring the glass rod in his hand, stretched out two fingers, poked into the measuring cup, picked up his own eyeballs, and stuffed them into his eye sockets one by one.

The sticky eye wash splashed around with his slightly rough movements, making his entire cheek look wet.

Then the doctor raised his head, closed his eyes, waiting for the nerves under the eye to reconnect one by one.

After a moment, he opened his eyes and looked at the guest opposite the desk with a steady look. He raised his hand and a transparent amber as big as a thumb flew out from some corner of the room. A bright red crystal gem like a blood bead was floating in the center of the amber.

"This is the fragment of the Sage Stone extracted from the pint blood. Although I don't know why you are already a great wizard and need it, I must remind you that it is no longer a pure Sage Stone. The unrest and the immersion of the legendary aura in the Black Prison made its nature very elusive. Of course, I used a lot of purification methods to meet most of the experimental requirements."

After saying that, the doctor waved his hand and threw the amber at the guest, and his attitude suddenly became much more rude: "Now, immediately, leave my laboratory!"

Professor Monteria flipped his hand and put away the amber and smiled slightly.
Chapter completed!