Chapter 600: Research Life at Fort Blois

This year's Valentine's Day, Maca and Willie spent it together.

Well, to be precise, he spent most of the day with Willie's blood sample. As for Willie himself, he basically had no time to disturb her.

This time, the inspection of Willie went smoothly unexpectedly. After going through some tests for the so-called "curse" yesterday, he quickly discovered an abnormality in the blood - which contained an extremely secret magic power fluctuation.

If he hadn't deliberately sensed it carefully this time, even with his sensitivity to magic fluctuations, it would be difficult to detect it.

Anyway, it's good to be able to find the key so quickly. Because of this discovery, Maca has a more targeted research direction, and Wei Li has taken the first step towards getting rid of this family genetic "curse".

It was dusk now, but Maca was still concentrating on analysis in the laboratory provided by Willy's father. The blood sample checklist obtained through various magic test reagents and spells was placed at his hand, and a large stack of draft paper in front of him was already filled with various symbols and data.

This may sound similar to the blood test in a Muggle hospital, but in fact, the test process of only analyzing blood samples for magic reactions is much more puzzling.

In fact, this is also a matter of course. After all, magic is usually something on the spiritual level, and nothing unusual can be found from physical inspection alone.

At this moment, the blood sample in the test tube had already turned into a strange viscous substance exuding fluorescent particles of various colors. Each of the colored particles corresponds to a targeted reagent test. Just the messy magic power fluctuations may not be completely resolved even by the most advanced alchemy instruments.

However, Maca relied on his own ability to refine his response to magic fluctuations to an astonishing level. If he is far away, he may not be as good as those alchemy props, but close range can allow him to maximize his ability, which can be said to be very suitable for research.

But even so, if you want to study what this "blood curse" that is only reflected in the blood is, it is impossible to draw valuable conclusions based on data alone.

"...At first I thought I had discovered something extraordinary, but now it seems that this thing has nothing to do with the Bewitching Monument or that ancient magic mirror?"

He sat at the table in the middle of the research room, tapped gently on the draft paper with the tip of a quill pen, deep eyes loomed in his bloodshot eyes.

In fact, as soon as he sensed the hidden fluctuation in the blood, the feeling of déjà vu became extremely strong. At that time, he almost certainly made a conjecture—this curse should have some unknown connection with the Bewitching Stele and the ancient magic mirror.

Yes, looking back, the three are all things that can cause terrible disasters, which gives another powerful side evidence.

But after he spent most of the day conducting comparison and verification, he found a fact helplessly—the three seem to have no connection at all. From the nature of magic to the effect shown, it can only be said that it seems There are similarities, but in fact they are completely different.

"Is this a waste of time?"

Maca threw the quill in his hand into the ink bottle,

The whole person leaned hard on the back of the padded chair, and pinched his forehead to relieve his fatigue.

In fact, he already had a considerable understanding of the Bewitching Stele and the ancient magic mirror. What the former shows is the attachment and erosive influence on the soul, and the ultimate goal is to completely control the soul; while the latter is simply sucking and swallowing, showing a vicious gluttony from the beginning to the end. posture.

As for the blood curse on Willie, judging from the effect it exerted underground last time, it seems to be some kind of effect that affects other people's minds. If there had to be a comparison, it might be more similar to the Confusion Curse than the Bewitching Stele and the Ancient Mirror.

Of course, in terms of strength and scope, the two are not of the same order of magnitude!

"It's no wonder that Mr. Blois is looking for someone to carry out blood transformation for Willie." Maca picked up the test meter next to him, shook it slightly, and made a soft clatter, "but before the real reason is found, light Relying on bloodline transformation may not be able to obtain a sure and effective result..."

No matter how strong a wizard's bloodline transformation technology is, the transformation process will still contain various unpredictable dangers. This is a magic research with both risks and opportunities. In the modern magic world, the transformation of biological blood has long been banned by the International Federation of Wizards, and it is precisely for this reason.

In history, Merlin was an extremely famous bloodline transformation master, but in his glorious life, didn't he also leave indelible stains due to repeated failures in transformation?

Maca didn't dare to take the risk of carrying out blood transformation on Willie. To him, this was completely different from doing it on Aragog, the acromant spider.

Even Maca may not have a high bottom line in terms of ethics, but there are enough reasons for him to be extremely cautious when it comes to the emotions of acquaintance with Willie.

He thought for a while longer, finally shook his head, stood up, walked around several experimental tables full of test tubes, flasks and crucibles, and walked slowly towards the door.

After a long period of research, without much breakthrough, he decided to go for a walk, to re-clear the thinking that had been solidified by a large amount of data and theories.

When he pushed open the door of the laboratory, a dazzling sunset enveloped his whole body from the window opening in the opposite corridor, which immediately relaxed his tense nerves.

"Mr. McLean, are you out? Do you need some refreshments and tea first?"

Yes, Willie's father took very good care of Maca, and even specially equipped him with two maids, which can be said to be as big as a mouthful and a hand. In fact, if Maca hadn't declined once, Mr. Blois would have doubled the manpower he wanted to allocate to him.

"No, no need." Maca smiled and shook her head at one of the maids standing by the door, "I've said it all, you don't need to stand here all the time, why not go in and sit for a while? "

"No, how can this be done." The other party immediately said seriously, "The Patriarch has ordered that when you are conducting research, no one can disturb you—even the Patriarch himself. Our mission is to replace How can you make your own mistakes when you block out all distractions?"

"Actually, my anti-interference ability has always been good." Maca smiled and waved his hand, "Okay! You can do whatever you want, and I won't make things difficult for you... Now, take me to your lady's place." You can also take a walk along the way."

"Okay, sir." The two maids immediately responded in unison.

The overall space of this laboratory in Blois Castle is not small, and the place where Maca stayed just now is just one of them. And this laboratory is located in the innermost part of the south side of the Blois Castle. From the corridor, there is a large square in the center of the castle. At this time, the sunset is approaching, and the setting sun is particularly bright.

The tower where Willie lived was located on the other side of the square diagonally opposite, not too far away. Uh... I mean - if you don't count the width of the square.

As a castle composed of buildings on all sides, the castle square in the center is surprisingly wide, the kind that would be too big for a Quidditch field.

Maca paced behind and strolled in the empty square, bathed in the slightly warm sunset light, and couldn't help but feel comfortable for a while. He took a walk, followed the maid who led the way, and walked unsteadily to Willie's tower.

"Mr. McLean, are you here to see Miss?"

Before entering the gate at the bottom of the tower, Maca was stopped by a gatekeeper.

"That's right," Maca paused and thought for a while, "Willie isn't here?"

When the other party heard the words, he immediately nodded: "Yes, the miss went to the greenhouse. If the husband wants to find her, he can go there and have a look."

"Greenhouse?" Maca asked suspiciously, "I remember, when I came here a few years ago, there was no greenhouse here, right?"

As he noticed, there was no greenhouse in the old Château Blois, which Mr. Blois remodeled last year in response to his daughter's hobby.

"Oh, yes," replied the guard, "it was only built last year."

"Sir, if you want to go to the greenhouse, please go this way—" the maid beside Maca reacted quickly, and immediately whispered after realizing that Maca was probably going to pass.

"Well, please show me the way."

After nodding to the guard, he walked southeast of the square under the leadership of the maid.

The greenhouse is naturally easy to identify. It didn't take long for Maca to see a curved greenhouse made of transparent partitions from a distance. The lush greenery inside can be seen from the outside.

And in the middle of that greenhouse, a small figure with long silver-white hair hangs loose, standing at the table as if changing pots for several plants. She was holding a small shovel in her hand, turning the soil skillfully. Although her profile face was still expressionless, Maca could feel that her interest seemed to be very high.

Speaking of which, it seemed that Maca was staying at her house, which made her quite happy. She has no friends to accompany her since she was a child, but now she has Maca. This kind of sense of peace of mind is something she has rarely experienced until now.

"Willy?"

Maca pushed open the door of the greenhouse, and immediately opened his mouth to shout.

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