Red Mist Research Institute, Laboratory 13.
Lan pushed the cart open the door of the laboratory, placed the three body bags on the long table, and exhaled: "Teacher, the new materials have been delivered!"
"coming."
Lawrence came out from the inner room, and glanced at the ten body bags on the long table with his copper bell-sized fish eyes. His nose moved slightly and he smelled the rotten smell full of death. He nodded: "Where are the dolphins?"
"The female dolphin you requested has been delivered in a tank, but it's hard to move because the tank is too big. Teacher, do you want to study a dolphin that just died? When do you need it?"
"Not 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 tank up?"
“No need to carry it up.”
Not used as research material, nor moved to the laboratory
Lann blinked: "Teacher, are you really going to study dolphins?"
"Well, of course." Lawrence said lightly: "But remember to send her to my house later."
Damn!
As a human graduate student with excellent character and academic performance, Lann felt that his three views were shocked - the rumor that the blue-scaled fish people preferred dolphins was actually true!
"Come and open the box." Lawrence said, "You are lucky. When I was an intern, there were not so many research materials. Take a good look and learn well."
"yes!"
Lawrence opened the first body bag: "Human, male, obese young man, non-magician, level 1 ordinary material. You can use it to practice."
"Orc, male, strong young man, not a magician, level 3 ordinary material, you can use it to practice."
"Human, female, normal youth, non-magician, level 3 common materials, you can use them to practice."
"Elf, male, strong and middle-aged, not a magician, level 7 rare material, mine."
"What's going on at the hospital... Never mind. Dog, male, strong and mature, not a magician, level 2 ordinary material, you can take it."
After opening the last body bag, Lawrence couldn't help but shook his head: "8 common bodies, 2 rare bodies, and not a single sorcerer's body. This time our luck is not very good."
"Teacher Teutonic, this is already very good." Lan En couldn't help but say, "Generally speaking, the hospital only sends about 20 corpses to the institute every day, and they are basically ordinary level 1 corpses that died of serious illness, aging, etc., but even so, they have to be divided equally among the entire institute. When I was studying with Teacher Osram, sometimes there was no new research material for a week."
"It's only in the past few days that the materials have increased. Even because of the restriction of 'death energy dissipates in seven days', we can't use them all even if we work overtime."
"Yeah." Lawrence was in a good mood, and even spoke with some murloc-like bubbles: "Thanks to those foreign magicians, they should come to Kemon City once a year... no, once a month."
"Teacher!" Lan En was shocked: "Be careful with your words! The Extreme Master will be unhappy!"
"Relax, we are the Blood Saint Clan that the Extreme Lord loves, and we will not lose the Extreme Lord's favor just because of talking nonsense."
"But that's not possible. What if someone hears and reports the teacher—"
"Okay, okay, do you think I'm wrong?"
"Of course not. Once a month is too damaging to the economy. Kaimeng City can't stand such frequent destruction." Lan En said seriously: "If they go to the neighboring Feimeng City once a month, it will be about the same. One third of the new materials produced in Kaimeng City are sent to the research institute in Feimeng City."
Lawrence took a look at the new student—he was indeed a former human, his mind was even darker than that of the fish-man.
The light screen suddenly popped up, reminding Lawrence that the appointment time had arrived, and he said to the student: "Then Lan, you should pre-process the materials first. I have something to go out for."
"is teacher."
After taking off his outer robe and spraying perfume to dispel the corpse stench on his body, Lawrence left the laboratory with brisk steps.
When passing by the water tank downstairs, he stared with wide eyes admiring the dolphin's graceful posture and super passionate eyes, wiped the saliva 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 blood source qualification was among the top five in the entire research institute. Therefore, even if he offended the "reserve big shots" in the four major research institutes, the institute still spared no effort to allocate resources to him.
Lane was also a graduate student assigned to him by the institute. Although Lawrence was reluctant, on the one hand, it was a mandatory requirement for young researchers to supervise graduate students, and on the other hand, there were many chores in experimental research, and he really needed a graduate student to help him with the work.
Lawrence had also been someone else's graduate student, which was a necessary step before the "blood transfusion", equivalent to the "probation period" and "internship period" before the racial change.
Although the prospective bloodline candidates 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 into their team, rather than "model citizens" who are domesticated by propaganda.
Of course, the "trial period" is nominally to allow graduate students to get in touch with magician research in advance and to upgrade their faction realm to the silver level as soon as possible. But if the newcomer cannot integrate into the "big family" of the institute, then his fate is generally not very good - there is a joke in the institute, called "Today you are my student, tomorrow you are my material."
The institute will not intentionally break the law, but the law has no control over the institute.
By the way, the main research projects of the Red Mist Research Institute are the 'blood magic faction' and the 'dead spirit faction', both of which require a large number of corpses as research materials. Lawrence majored in the dead spirit faction, and thanks to the sufficient materials, his experimental progress has been rapid these days, and he has even summoned a new magic spirit. The dead spirit faction is about to reach the limit of the silver realm.
If he was still in prison fighting for the source blood, he would never have caught up with this good time. So, fate is really strange.
Arriving at the bar, Lawrence greeted the snake boss, who smiled and said, "Hiss, you're here again? You've had a lot of good blood recently, would you like a glass of 'Elf Song'?"
"Elf blood? What's the ratio?"
"60%!" The snake boss looked around and said in a low voice, "Hiss, in addition to the Elf Song, I also sell 'Wolf Kiss' 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 group of attackers. May the Supreme Lord have mercy on this unfortunate soul... Do you want it? 10%!"
"A cup of elf song, a cup of wolf kiss!"
"Hey, you really know how to drink."
Lawrence sat back in his last seat, quietly waiting for the start of the Blood Moon Trial. For some reason, after watching the Blood Moon Trial, he suddenly liked this show, even though he had never bothered to watch it before in prison.
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 even notice him.
Perhaps it’s because he accepts his ordinariness.
During his school years, his internship, and the time when he was performing rituals in prison, Lawrence always kept his fighting spirit high. He could satisfy himself just by touching himself, and he did not need any entertainment programs to enrich his spiritual life.
But now he has put his sexual needs, which he has never cared about, in front of him again, going to the bar every night to have a few drinks, and even likes to watch the Blood Moon Judgment... The reason is that he can no longer draw happiness from "struggle".
For Lawrence, learning, researching, practicing, and exploring the virtual world 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.
Faced with an insurmountable wall, he just wanted to lie down and live his life.
It's funny to say that when he first came to the institute, Lawrence often looked down on those researchers who were just idling around, thinking that they were no different from corpses in coffins, and always thought that he would never become one of them.
'Perhaps I was already dead the night I was thrown into the lake.' Lawrence reflected calmly: 'Without ambition, I would only have a heart that doesn't beat.'
Suddenly, there was a noisy sound outside the bar, and someone ran in and shouted excitedly: "Something happened in Broken Lake Prison! A death row inmate escaped!"
"Is it true? How did he escape? And where are the prison guards?"
"It seems the prison guards were locked up. The death row prisoners hijacked the transport ship that arrived at the prison today and took the opportunity to escape. It was only after the port discovered that the transport ship had not returned that they realized something had happened in the prison after reporting it to the higher authorities!"
"Shattered Lake is going to be disgraced throughout the country this time. Is this the first death row prisoner to escape?"
"Wait, aren't there medical staff in the prison? Do they also..."
"Puchi, hahahahahaha, I'm dying of laughter! Come, let's toast to the prison escapees. I hope they can bring some fun to the blood-crazed hunters!"
"cheers!"
Someone else shouted: "Cheers to the recent increase in materials! The materials in these days are enough for several months in the past!"
"cheers!"
"For the Outlander..."
"Hey, hey, hey, we dare not drink to this casually."
"Then cheers to the victims!"
"Cheers! Woohoo~"
Lawrence also raised his glass happily and drank the Elf Song in one gulp.
Although it had nothing to do with him, Medical Technician 222 must still be in Broken Lake Prison at this time. The medical team in the prison was to blame for this jailbreak, and even their responsibility was greater than that of the prison guards - after all, the prison guards were the targets in the open, while the medical technicians were the bats hiding in the dark.
Lawrence even secretly felt lucky that he was kicked out early - he could not accept such a shameful act of a dignified Blood Saint magician being controlled by a death row prisoner.
"So, there won't be any Blood Moon Judgment tonight? That's boring."
"Boss Snake, why don't you start a bet with the jailbreakers? Bet on when they will be caught, and whether they will be shot while escaping. I have a friend in the Criminal Hunting Hall who can pass on the news as soon as possible!"
"Hiss..." The snake boss said, "Let me think about it..."
At this moment, eight light screens suddenly appeared in the center of the wine room!
Everyone was stunned and looked at Boss Snake, who was very calm: "I set the light screen to open at 8 o'clock to watch the Blood Moon Trial, but now the program is gone—"
"If you've been hurt enough, use your hands to cut it open quickly, curse yesterday..."
There's even opening music!
Amid the bewildered, surprised, and expectant eyes of the crowd, a prison guard in uniform appeared on the screen. He held the "Catalogue of Sinners" in his hand, with the book covering his mouth, revealing only a pair of cold eyes.
"Hello everyone, I am Ash Seath, 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 looking forward to his performance on stage again in this episode of Blood Moon Judgment!
"Since this trial may end at any time, let's introduce the list of those who will be redeemed without further delay."
The scene changed, and the camera was focused on the Broken Lake outside the prison. Eight thin red stone pillars appeared on the Broken Lake, and each of them had a stone seat, and a prisoner sat on each of the stone seats.
"This is Edmund Mencken, former executive secretary of the Department of Internal Revenue."
"This is Bernard Ledore, former director of the Project Division at the Government Affairs Office."
"This is Ernest Andreyer, former congressman."
When the camera was pointed at the last contestant, everyone watching the Blood Moon Trial in the bar, the research institute, the church, the orphanage, and the hunting hall stood up in fear.
"This is Alandol Financier," Ash said, "the current mayor of Kaimon City."