Chapter 2882 How Does He Maintain Order?

How many days is enough?

How many days later?

What is He going to do?

Inside the black box is a piece of 'Original' flesh - even if it has withered, it is still the flesh of a dead legend - not even a spiritual object of this level can stop Professor Monteria's physical body from collapsing. Duzem really I couldn't think of anything else that could save the professor's life.

He couldn't think of it.

It is impossible for Professor Monteria to think of a way to 'restore order' in just a few days. Similarly, he does not think that the professor will honestly accept his fate and let his true body collapse little by little in a few days.

Therefore, he wisely stopped the topic - he didn't want to know what Monteria wanted to do at all - not only did he not want to know, he didn't even want to 'think' about it!

"What will you do in class if you look like this?"

The talented alchemist found another very appropriate breaking point in the blink of an eye, and quietly changed the subject: "Ling Guo praised me a few days ago for how good your class was, but he didn't notice it at all. Your body is abnormal. Well, Lin Guo is an alchemy assistant assigned to me by the school, and his talent is even better than mine."

"I know that kid."

Professor Monteria re-closed the lid of the black metal box, but this time did not put it into his sleeve. Instead, he stroked the slightly sharp and slender ridges on the lid and smiled softly: "When he was a freshman, we We got to know each other. One night, he and Zheng Qing encountered an accident while patrolling Linzhong Lake..."

He suddenly stopped talking and looked out the window silently. After a pause, when he spoke again, the topic had jumped to another place: "——As for class, just use a prosthetic body."

The professor waved his sleeves, and the tent in the corner of the laboratory suddenly flew up, revealing a pale-skinned figure with a stiff expression standing underneath: "——The school has never restricted wizards from using puppets, prosthetics, or even projections to teach. As long as there is no It’s okay if people complain about you being idle in class.”

Being in a daze means that the puppet or prosthetic body is out of control.

This seems like a little joke?

Dr. Duzem was a little unsure. What he was sure of was that he needed to leave the laboratory as soon as possible.

But before leaving, he had to find a way to explain one thing to Professor Monteria. Just when he hesitated to speak, the professor spoke first.

"Before you came today, I remembered something you said when we met before."

Professor Monteria played with the small black box, and his tone was somewhat nostalgic: "——You said at the beginning that a momentary accident is an accident, but as time goes by, accidents will turn into eternal tragedies." Ordinary people who are attacked by wild werewolves or vampires will face such tragedies; wizards who are bitten by monsters and forced to fall will face such tragedies...accepting our seeds and becoming crow's experimental subjects will also face such tragedies. At the time, I felt that your sentiment was simply based on the accident you had more than ten years ago. But now, it seems that your sentiment was a prophecy.”

Dr. Duzem laughed dryly.

He didn't expect that the words he said a few months ago could come back to his ears again.

"It's just a random sentiment, it's purely a coincidence."

He finally decided to resolve the relationship with Professor Monteria in the most concise and clear way. He lowered his voice and sounded a little more serious: "——But other things should not be coincidences. I heard some unpleasant things in the project team. That's a great rumor. Although it doesn't mention you by name, it's definitely not a good sign that you are doing illegal magic experiments, especially at such a sensitive time..."

"Don't worry about those rumors."

Professor Monteria's tone was calm, as if he could see through his little thoughts. His blue-grey eyes seemed to turn black in the deep sockets, looking deep and sharp: "I am also an old man in the school, I know what to do. I I will not respond to any accusations against me, nor will I accuse anyone. I am just a humble old wizard who wears a pointed hat and just wants to do the right thing."

The tips of Dr. Duzem's ears felt slightly hot.

But he still had the courage to add.

"I don't care if you accuse me or not. I just hope that you will cause trouble in the future and don't accuse your younger brother." He said this in a half-joking tone, but after the words came out, the professor did not give him anything. feedback.

There was an embarrassing silence in the lab.

"——Then I won't disturb you." Duzem bowed slightly and said goodbye dryly. Compared with when they entered the door, the atmosphere between the two was now a little unfamiliar.

Just before going out.

Duzem realized in hindsight that he finally remembered the only successful case in the crow experiment.

"Zheng Qing..."

He couldn't help but lick his tongue as he recited the name. He suddenly looked back and looked at Professor Monteria again: "How does he maintain the balance of flesh and blood? In other words, how does he maintain the balance of flesh and blood? To maintain order within the body?”

The professor looked at him.

Blinked.

Suddenly he laughed: "——Yes, how does he maintain order?"

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When the 'Advanced Magic Text and Bloodline Research Laboratory' was closed again, the light in the room dimmed again. The 'prosthetic puppet', which was standing in the corner of the laboratory with its head lowered, suddenly raised its head, revealing its bluish-white face.

"I've heard a saying before - a great wizard who has no sense of propriety is innocent and approachable, while a registered wizard who has no sense of propriety is ignorant and uneducated; similarly, a great wizard who has sense of propriety is educated and respected, while a registered wizard who has sense of propriety is overly reserved, unable to let go, and petty."

The artificial body has the same face as Professor Monteria, but his voice suddenly becomes gentle and popular: "... After listening to your conversation today, I suddenly don't know if that doctor has sense of propriety."

Professor Monteria did not turn around.

"You shouldn't speak."

He spoke slowly, as if criticizing the other party, but he was not angry: "- Put you in my condom because it is the safest way. You have been a lecturer in magic biology and are familiar with teaching work... It doesn't matter if I can hold on for a while."

"But?"

"-But I can't hold on for too long."

The laboratory fell silent again.

After a while, the 'robo-puppet' spoke again: "...Is it related to the last question the doctor just asked? Are you going to eat him?"

The professor laughed dumbly.

"Hehe...I just collapsed physically, not mentally. I'm a professor at the school, and I haven't fallen to the level of a barren land. Don't worry about it. With this little time, you should think about where to hide in the next few days."