Snapped.
As he turned the corner, Lawrence bumped into a speeding anthropologist.
The two men were slightly shocked and steadied themselves. The anthropologist looked at his white robe stained with blood and dirty water, his face darkened slightly, and he was about to say something, but when he looked up and saw that it was Lawrence, he immediately restrained his expression and took a step back.
"Laurence? Are you back from Broken Lake Prison? Sorry I bumped into you just now, sorry."
"Nothing, where are you going now?"
"Drunkard, today is the 15th, and it would be more exciting if we all watched the Blood Moon Judgment together."
"Haven't you seen enough while working in the prison?"
The other party laughed and said, "Guess who is on the list of prisoners announced this morning? - Valkas Ur, the former elf scholar of Kemon University!"
Valcas
Lawrence was slightly startled. Wasn't that the patient he treated yesterday
"Would you like to come along? No one has seen you in a while, and you'd definitely give them a scare if you showed up at the bar—"
"OK."
The anthropologist's expression was obviously a little stiff. He didn't expect that the usually withdrawn Lawrence would actually agree. He was only inviting him out of politeness...
"Well... Then come with me. By the way, do you want to change your clothes and go back to treat your injuries?"
Lawrence looked at his bloody body and said, "Isn't there blood wine in the bar? It can be used for treatment. Or is it inappropriate for me to go into the bar like this? Do you mind?"
The anthropologist immediately shook his head: "No, no, no, how is that possible? I actually think your outfit is quite handsome and trendy. You will definitely get a lot of attention when you walk down the street..."
Lawrence sneered in his heart.
As the only blue-scaled fishman in the research institute, how could he not know that other scholars in the institute were secretly discriminating against and ostracizing him
But he didn't care about it before. He was wholeheartedly pursuing power. He was happy to be excluded and did not participate in any group activities.
Anyway, under the restrictions of the Racial Equality Act, these people can only keep their complaints to themselves.
On the surface, they even have to maintain an attitude of "I respect you" and "I don't discriminate against you."
Otherwise, if Lawrence finds evidence and reports it to the Racial Committee, it will directly ruin the discriminator's future.
But Lawrence was in a really bad mood tonight. Faced with his colleague's insincere invitation, he suddenly felt a little playful and agreed.
But Lawrence soon regretted it.
He has never been to a drinking place.
The blue and purple neon lights, the ambiguous and melodious music, and the clinking glasses of the Blood Saint scholars, every one of them made Lawrence feel very uncomfortable. He was so nervous that his skin began to secrete mucus.
"That's... Mr. Lawrence?"
"Congratulations Mr. Lawrence for returning from completing the Blood Embrace ritual!"
"Come on, let's have a drink!"
After a bit of cheering, everyone returned to their own circles. Even the anthropologist who brought Lawrence here had no intention of bringing him into his circle and simply ran away by peeing.
But Lawrence also breathed a sigh of relief, found an empty table and sat down, ordered a glass of Melancholy Blues, and soon the bartender brought a glass of dark blue cocktail mixed with scarlet.
"You ordered Melancholy Blues, 20% human infant blood, 30% blue-scaled fishman infant blood, please use it slowly."
Lawrence drank it all in one gulp and licked his lips. His rotting wounds began to heal rapidly.
He observed the bar and felt that it was no different from the fishman bar in the slums - there was a pregnant woman drinking at the bar over there, orcs and humans reproducing at the booth over here, and there was someone who had eaten too many moon candies and was lying on the ground twitching and rolling around like a dog.
However, the topics discussed by everyone are different from those of drinkers outside. People here are discussing 'have there been any results', 'one day we will kill those administrators', 'this year is the last year for promotion or dismissal', which are all adult issues that make people unhappy when drinking.
A trace of gloom flashed across Lawrence's scarlet fish eyes - now that the Blood Embrace ceremony was over, he had to sign a young researcher contract with the institute.
Judging from the quality of his current blood and the atmosphere of the institute, he would most likely have to participate in the 'up or out' competition. If he could not produce the required results within the deadline and could not be promoted to associate professor, he would be fired and expelled from the institute. He could go to the Crime Hunting Office or start his own business, but it would be impossible for him to make further progress in the institute.
But the problem is that there are only a few associate professor positions, and there are dozens of Blood Saint researchers competing for them... I heard that there is an even more outrageous research institute in Waihai City, where 30 researchers are competing for 0 associate professor positions. When the 20-year probation period is over, it is said that all of them have failed, and these Blood Saint researchers are directly sent back into society, taking advantage of their 20 years of labor for free.
Lawrence took a sip of wine, lowered his head and turned the drink list to the other side, and found a familiar wine cafe advertisement. It only showed the organ recycling prices within the Blood Saint Clan, and the recycling agency was the 'Red Mist Organ Exchange'.
"Human Blood Saint: Heart 80 silver coins, lungs 50 silver coins, kidneys 40 silver coins, eyes 30 silver coins..."
"Blue-scaled fishman, Blood Saint: Heart 44 silver coins, lungs 23 silver coins..."
The recycling price of the Blood Saints' organs is significantly lower than the market price. This is naturally because after transforming into the Blood Saints, their organs have also mutated. Therefore, the organs of the Blood Saints can only be sold to people of the same Blood Saint race, and the market is not large.
It just so happens that everyone in the Blood Saint Clan can recover through blood therapy, so the demand for organ trading is not high, so the price is low.
If it were a normal race, the selling price would be at least two or three times higher. However, it would take a very long time for a normal race to regrow organs, and it would have a huge impact on their lives.
When Lawrence was at his poorest, he could only make some extra money by selling his fish bladders and a few thousand milliliters of blood.
Lawrence thought for a moment, "Now that I have lost my job at the prison, the subsidy from the institute is much less. Granny Yan is having a harder time, so I should sell a few organs to raise some money to send over..."
Grandma Yan is the head of the Blue Scale Nursing Home and the parent who raised Lawrence.
Bluescale Nursery is one of the few nurseries willing to accept murlocs.
When Lawrence became an adult, he would give half of his salary to Granny Yan to ease the financial pressure of the foster home. After all, if Blue Scale went bankrupt, hundreds more blue scale fry would die every year.
In a free economy and a free market, babies who are not taken care of will naturally have to be reborn.
Anyway, he didn't have any hobbies. He didn't like stock trading or spending. He lived and ate at the research institute. He couldn't buy any good magic with that little money, so he might as well use it to provide meals for the little fish people in the orphanage.
Just as Lawrence was thinking about what organ he should sell, eight light screens suddenly appeared in the center of the bar, allowing all customers to see the live broadcast content.
“It’s started, it’s started!”
"Boss Snake, come over and open the market!"
"Hey, when can we have another 'Battle Royale' mode? It was so exciting to watch that one."
"I think the 'computer' mode is the best. The scene of the electric current jumping out of the eyeball is really beautiful."
"Today is not a holiday, how could there be a special mode... Forget it, tonight will definitely be the classic mode. I love watching the classic mode, it's ordinary but also full of excitement."
When the light curtain lit up, even Lawrence, who was not very interested in the Blood Moon Trial, couldn't help but look over.
The Blood Moon Trial begins.