Lucy and Ronan feel that something has become more and more wrong with their teacher recently.
He didn't know what happened, but after spending a day in seclusion in his study, he suddenly began to practice "anatomy" even harder.
Of course, the term "anatomy" is just what Dean thinks of himself. His simple and crude disassembly techniques, even a pro-student, cannot give him such a formal name without conscience.
The bloody and brutal scene was like a sacrifice to some evil consciousness.
The parties involved, who had entered the laboratory several times because they had to clean up the mess, murmured in their hearts.
"……It's too awful."
Holding the hand-training props that had been completely scrapped, Ronan lowered his voice and sighed to his sister beside him.
"Are you sure the teacher's mental state...is okay?"
Lucy held the mop and cleaned up the imitation blood dripping on the ground as she walked. She looked at the cloth strips dyed red and said worriedly.
"At least he hasn't operated on a real monster yet."
It's just a little bit of comfort.
Ronan sighed, walked all the way to the backyard, and put the things in his arms into the trash can for disposal of discarded items.
"Use [Candle Flame]."
The flame of the candlestick spirit fell into the trash can, instantly igniting the debris inside.
"Why does it feel like disposing of a corpse..."
He touched his nose and couldn't help but murmured in a low voice.
"Crow's Mouth, be careful when it's your turn to dispose of the body."
Lucy, who was standing by, glanced at her brother, then closed the lid and jumped down from the bench.
"Let's go, the teacher will conduct an experiment today, and we can only take care of the magic pet."
…
Dean, who was making preparations in the laboratory, knew nothing about the apprentices' worries.
He wiped the tools he would need to use later and performed the final exercises in his mind.
There should be no problem.
After looking at the explanatory diagram nailed to the board next to him, Dean took a deep breath and poured the cleaning potion into his hand.
After many days of practice, until several hand-training tools were scrapped, he finally made up his mind to try his hand with an ancient tree elf.
Looking at the thick trees that occupied the entire stage, Dean carried a bucket full of anesthetic potion to his feet and took out the big wooden spoon inside.
The magic potion that was quickly absorbed quickly took effect. The ancient tree elf, who was already in a weak state, fell into a deep sleep with little struggle.
Dean kicked away the remaining half bucket of potion and took out his gloves.
Hope it works first time.
After putting on his gloves, he checked the experimental equipment again. After confirming that there were no problems, he adjusted the lights, pinched the tail of the Akaman fish, and pulled it to a suitable position for use.
"fixed."
"Here."
Summoning the shadow tentacles, Kana followed Dean's previous instructions and trapped the ancient tree elf firmly on the experimental table.
The sound of the tentacles being wrapped tightly sounded like a tourniquet tightening the arm, sounding the initial horn.
Infected by this atmosphere, Xiaolan couldn't help but poke her head out, hold her breath, and show a nervous expression.
"It's begun." Gu Zhao
After saying hello to the demon pets, Dean raised his knife, pointed it at the face of the ancient tree Elf Tree, and stabbed it as he had practiced countless times before.
He controlled the force he used and accurately positioned the tip of the knife near the first main line of life.
Then, along the gap created by the knife, a passage leading directly to the inside of the ancient tree elf's body was expanded bit by bit, cutting open all the carefully hidden secrets and exposing them to the air.
Wow.
Looking at the intricate and extremely complex structure hidden under the bark of the ancient tree elf, Xiao Lan covered her mouth and let out a small exclamation.
"Quiet."
Shaking his head in warning, Dean changed tools, looked at the analysis diagram numbered 1 on the wooden board, and breathed a sigh of relief.
"Let's continue."
…
Time passed by minute by second, and as Dean's work deepened, the original complex structure of the ancient tree elf's dissected body could no longer be seen as it was.
As more and more abandoned structures piled up in the trash can, Dean frowned, and the expression on his face became grim.
"Potion."
The green liquid exuding a faint breath of life was poured into the body of the ancient tree elf. Dean looked at the little life form whose vital signs gradually stabilized and breathed a sigh of relief.
There were only three tubes of high-level life potion in total. Fortunately, the most difficult part was over before the last tube was used up.
After that it's easy.
Turning his head to the side and letting Xiao Lan wipe the cold sweat from his forehead, Dean used pliers to take out the newly cut part, threw it into the trash can, and got into the next finishing work.
The sounds of scissors and knives sounded one after another, mixing into a hypnotic tune in the cold room.
Kana, who had been controlling the tentacles without rest, couldn't help but narrowed her eyes, turned her head and yawned as she listened.
This action brought out two tears, but unfortunately the tears did not dispel the hazy sleepiness in its eyes. Soon, Kana lowered her head, maintained the posture of summoning the tentacles, and fell asleep.
It wasn't until Dean said it was okay that it woke up again, its eyes widening with energy.
"Thanks for your hard work."
When Dean turned around, he happened to see this scene. He put what he was holding into the solution tank aside, took off his gloves, and tugged on Kana's ears.
Kana slapped his hand away, glanced sideways at her master, then flew into the air on the balloon and looked at the life form in the solution tank.
"Here."
While doing this, he did not forget to remind his heartless master to sew up the remaining parts of the ancient tree elf.
Although after missing the core part, it is definitely incomparable to before, and it is not even certain whether it can survive, but it still needs to work hard.
Dean thought so too.
But he didn't need to worry about suturing. He waved Xiaolan back to the hair. Dean watched the long hair pierce into the cut bark, performed suturing work, picked up a few tubes of potion, and poured it in.
The empty body was filled with liquid, and the ancient tree elf's rapidly weakening life breath was suddenly lifted up, and then dropped again in the next second.
After fluctuating up and down like this for a while, the life breath of the ancient tree elf finally maintained a very dangerous balance.
This should be considered surviving, right?
Xiao Lan, who had watched the whole process, blinked and couldn't help but poke Dean curiously.
"Roughly the same……"
Dean turned on the system, checked the current life status of the ancient tree elf, held his chin up, and gave a vague answer.
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