Chapter 129 Trial Moderator Asher Heath

Red Mist Research Institute, Laboratory 13.

Lan pushed the trolley open and opened the laboratory door, placed the three body bags on the long table, and exhaled: "Teacher, all the new materials have been delivered!"

"coming."

Lawrence came out of the room and glanced at the ten body bags on the long table with his bell-sized fish eyes. He moved his nose slightly and smelled the rotting smell full of death, and nodded: "Where are the dolphins?"

"The female dolphin you specified has been delivered in a water tank, but the tank is too big to move up. Teacher, do you want to study the newly dead dolphin? When will you need it?"

"No need for now, you are responsible for taking care of her."

"Okay. Teacher, do you want to study live dolphins? Do you need to bring the water tank up?"

"No need to bring it up."

Not used as research materials, nor moved to the laboratory?

Lan blinked: "Teacher, do you really want to study dolphins?"

"Well, of course." Lawrence said calmly: "But please remember to send her to my house later."

Gan!

As a human graduate student with excellent academic performance, Lann felt that his views were shocked - the rumor that blue-scaled murlocs prefer dolphins was actually true!

"Come here and unpack it." Lawrence said, "You are lucky. You didn't have so much research materials like I did during my internship. Take a good look and study hard."

"yes!"

Lawrence opened the first body bag: "Human, male, obese young man, non-magician, level 1 ordinary materials. You can use it to practice."

"Orc, male, strong young man, non-magician, level 3 ordinary materials, you can use them to practice."

"Human, female, normal young man, non-magician, level 3 ordinary materials, you can use them to practice."

"Elf, male, strong, middle-aged, non-magician, level 7 rare material, mine."

"What happened at the hospital...forget it. Dog, male, strong and mature, non-magician, level 2 ordinary materials, you can take it."

Opening the last body bag, Lawrence couldn't help but shake his head: "8 common, 2 rare, and not a single sorcerer corpse. I'm not very lucky this time."

"Teacher Teutonic, this is already very good." Lann couldn't help but said: "Generally speaking, the hospital only sends about twenty corpses to the institute a day, and they are basically due to serious illness, aging, etc. It is a level 1 ordinary corpse that died due to a cause, but even this has to be divided equally among the entire institute. When I was studying with Mr. Osram, sometimes there was no new research material even for a week."

"It's just in the past few days that there has been more material. Even because of the restriction of "dead energy dissipates in seven days," we can't even use it even if we work overtime. "

"Yeah, wow." Lawrence was actually in a good mood, and he spoke with some fish-men's unique bubbly voice: "Thanks to those outer domain magicians, they should come to Camon City once every year... no, every month .”

"Teacher!" Lann was startled: "Be careful what you say! The Supreme Lord will be unhappy!"

"Relax, we are the Blood Saints beloved by the Supreme Lord, and we will not lose the Supreme Lord's favor just because we talk nonsense."

"But that's not possible. If someone else hears and reports the teacher——"

"Okay, okay, do you think I'm right?"

"Of course not. Once a month is too harmful to the economy. Kaimon City cannot bear such frequent devastation." Lann said seriously: "It would be enough if they go to Feimeng City next door once a month. Kaimon City's new One-third of the materials generated were given to the research institute in Feimeng City."

Lawrence took a look at this new student - he was indeed a former human being, but his mind was darker than that of a fishman.

The light screen suddenly popped up, reminding Lawrence that the appointment time was up, and he said to the student: "Well, Lan, you should preprocess the materials first. I have something to go out for."

"is teacher."

After taking off his robe and spraying perfume to dispel the body odor, Lawrence left the laboratory briskly.

When passing by the water tank downstairs, he opened his eyes wide and admired the dolphin's graceful figure and super affectionate eyes. He wiped the drool from the corner of his mouth and stepped into the school road illuminated by the blood moon.

Just a few days after returning to the institute, the institute quickly assigned him a laboratory.

Although Lawrence felt that he was weak and incompetent, his origin blood qualifications were among the top five in the entire institute. Therefore, even if he offended the "reserve big shots" in the four major institutes, the institute still spared no effort to He tilts resources.

Lann was also a graduate student assigned to him by the institute. Although Lawrence was unwilling, firstly, it was a mandatory requirement for young researchers to take charge of graduate students. Secondly, there were many chores in experimental research, and he really needed a graduate student to help him.

Lawrence also served as someone else's graduate student. This was a necessary step before the 'blood change', which was equivalent to the 'trial period' and 'internship period' before changing race.

Because although the preparatory blood descendants have passed the postgraduate examination and their qualifications are guaranteed, many of the institute's projects conflict with universal values. The institute needs to make sure that the newcomers are 'smart people' who can integrate with them, rather than 'models' domesticated by propaganda. citizens'.

Of course, the 'trial period' is nominally to allow graduate students to gain early access to magician research, so as to raise the faction's realm to silver level as soon as possible. But if a newcomer cannot integrate into the "big family" of the institute, his end will usually not be good - there is a joke in the institute, "Today you are my student, tomorrow you will be my material."

The institute will not intentionally break the law, but the law cannot control the institute.

By the way, the main research projects of the Red Mist Research Institute are the 'blood magic faction' and the 'necromantic faction'. Both factions require a large number of corpses as research materials. Lawrence majored in the Necromancer faction. Thanks to the sufficient materials, his experimental progress has been rapid these days. He even summoned a new magic spirit. The Necromancer faction is about to reach the limit of the silver realm.

If he was still in prison struggling to survive, he would not be able to catch up with such a good time. So, fate is really wonderful.

Arriving at the bar, Lawrence said hello to Boss Snake. Boss Snake smiled and said, "Hey, here you go again? I've received a lot of good blood recently. Would you like a cup of 'Song of the Elf'?"

"All elves have blood? What's the proportion?"

"60%!" Boss Snake looked around and said in a low voice: "Hiss, in addition to Elf Song, I also sell 'Wolf Kisses' here."

Lawrence's eyes widened: "I didn't hear that the church was attacked!"

"A Moon Shadow priest happened to be in the suburbs at that time and encountered a large army of attackers. May the Lord have mercy on this unlucky soul... Do you want a 10% ratio?"

"A cup of Elf Song, a cup of Wolf Kiss!"

"Hiss, you really know how to drink."

Lawrence sat back to where he was last time and waited quietly for the blood moon trial to begin. For some reason, after watching Blood Moon Trial, he suddenly fell in love with this program, even though he had never bothered to watch it in prison before.

Maybe it was because he was kicked out of prison.

Perhaps it was because he knew that he would be stepped on by [222] for the rest of his life, and the other party would not notice him at all.

Maybe it's because he accepted his own ordinaryness.

During the period of study, internship, and rituals in prison, Lawrence always maintained a high morale and could satisfy himself by being moved by himself. He did not need any entertainment programs to enrich his spiritual life.

But now he has put the sexual needs that he has never cared about before him again. He goes to a bar every night to have a few drinks. He even likes to watch the Blood Moon Judgment... The reason is that he can no longer draw from the 'struggle'. Happy.

For Lawrence, studying, researching, practicing, and exploring virtual realms have all become tasks that he has to do.

Because he saw his ceiling and knew that no matter how hard he tried, it would be useless.

Facing an insurmountable wall, he just wanted to lie down and live his life.

It's funny. When he first came to the institute, Lawrence often despised the researchers who were dawdling, thinking that they were no different from corpses in coffins, and always thought that he would never become one of them.

'Perhaps I would have died the night I was thrown into the Broken Lake. ’ Lawrence calmly reflected on himself: ‘Without ambition, all I have left is a heart that cannot beat. ’

Suddenly, there was a noise outside the bar, and someone ran in and shouted excitedly: "Something happened in Broken Lake Prison! A death row prisoner escaped!"

"Real or fake? How did you escape? And where are the prison guards?"

"The prison guards seem to have been locked up. The condemned prisoners robbed the transport ship that arrived at the prison today and took the opportunity to escape. It was discovered at the port that the transport ship had not returned. After reporting at all levels, they discovered that something had happened in the prison!"

"Broken Lake is going to embarrass the whole country this time. Is this the first case of a death row prisoner escaping?"

"Wait a minute, aren't there medical doctors in the prison? Do they also..."

"Pfft, hahahahaha, I'm laughing so hard! Come, cheers to the escaped prisoners, and hope they can bring a little fun to the blood-crazy hunters!"

"cheers!"

Someone else shouted: "Cheers to the recent addition of materials! The materials in these few days are as good as those in several months!"

"cheers!"

"For the outer realm magician..."

"Hey, hey, we don't dare to toast randomly."

"Then drink to the dead!"

"Cheers! Woohoo~"

Lawrence also raised his glass happily and drank the Elf Song in one gulp.

Although it has nothing to do with him, the medical doctor [222] must still be in Broken Lake Prison at this time. The medical team in the prison cannot escape the blame for this escape, and they even have a greater responsibility than the prison guards - after all, the prison guards are the targets in the open, while the medical doctors are the bats hiding in the dark.

Lawrence was even secretly glad that he was kicked out early - he could not accept such a shameful deed of being controlled by a condemned man.

"So, we won't be watching the Blood Moon Trial tonight? It's boring."

"Boss Snake, why don't you start a bet on escaped prisoners? Bet on when they will be caught and whether they will be shot while escaping. I have friends in the Crime Hunting Hall who can pass on the news as soon as possible!"

"Hiss..." Snake boss said: "Let me think about it..."

At this moment, an eight-sided light curtain suddenly appeared in the center of the wine cafe!

Everyone was stunned and looked at Boss Snake. Boss Snake was very calm: "I set up to turn on the light curtain at 8 o'clock on time to watch the Blood Moon Trial, but now the program is gone——"

"If you are hurt enough, use a pair of hands to cut it open happily. Yesterday's curse..."

There's even opening music! ?

In the eyes of everyone with confusion, surprise, and expectation, a uniformed prison guard appeared in the light curtain. He was holding the "Catalog of Sinners" in his hand, and the book covered his mouth, revealing only a pair of cold eyes.

"Hello everyone, I am Asher Hiss, the host of this Blood Moon Trial."

Ash Heath?

Ash Heath!

No one will forget this name in just a few days, not to mention that many people are still looking forward to him performing on stage again in this blood moon trial!

“Because this trial will end at any time, let’s introduce the list of the redeemed this time without further ado.”

The scene turned and the camera focused on Broken Lake outside the prison. I saw eight thin red stone pillars appearing on the broken lake. Each of the stone pillars had a stone pedestal, and each stone pedestal sat with a prisoner.

"This is Edmond Mencken, former executive secretary of the Department of Revenue."

"This is Bernard Ledore, the former director of the Project Division of the Government Affairs Department."

"This is Ernest Andreyer, former congressman."

When the camera focused on the last contestant, everyone watching the Blood Moon Trial in the bar, the research institute, the church, the nursing home, and the crime hunting hall were frightened to their feet.

"This is Alan Doyle Financier," said Ash, "the current mayor of Caimon City."