In what age, are you still a traditional witcher?

Chapter 9 From the Abyss
Late at night.

Demon hunting organization, small meeting hall.

Viktor Ivanov's body was straight with his hands behind his back, his steel gray eyes staring at the 3D virtual image on the communication terminal.

"Ramon Cappadocia."

His voice was like cold wind blowing through a broken gong, and the extremely dry mechanical sound filled the small silent conference room.

"If you don't do experiments in your research institute, what do you want me to do?"

"Don't be so cold, my friend."

The voice of the human figure in the 3D virtual image is elegant, like a young man who has been influenced by noble etiquette.

A smile appeared on his pale face, and he was holding a blue document in his withered hands.

"I wanted to say hello to an old friend."

"By the way, is [Kronos] developed by us still usable?"

Ramon Cappadocia stretched out his hand, and a stream of bright red horses surged around him, like a giant snake entangled in blood.

Blood red as scales, gemstones as eyes.

He stretched out his withered hand, rubbed the blood snake's head, and then took the goblet held by the blood snake's body.

Raising his hand, he brought the goblet to his tall and thin nose, and he sniffed the fragrance of the bright red wine.

"Okay, it's very useful."

Viktor Ivanov looked at the scene in front of him indifferently, nodded slightly, and continued: "The Kronos armor uses activated blood as a weapon."

"It can simply and rudely enhance the attributes of the user, and it also has the function of self-healing."

"According to the user's report, he felt as if he was possessed by venom."

"Except for symptoms of anemia after taking off the armor, there is nothing to blame."

Shaking the red wine glass, Earl Ramon smiled gracefully.

"Of course. After all, the blood of Kronos comes from my body, and your users are just feeding the blood with their bodies."

"Once wearing the battle armor for too long, or [transformation] is too frequent, the user's blood will naturally be swallowed in large quantities."

Speaking of this, Earl Ramon took a sip of the red wine, and continued: "The nutritional supplement I developed only needs to be finished."

"In a month, it will be sent to you."

"It can make up for the bloodthirsty nature of [Kronos], and then the soldiers on the front line will no longer have to take turns wearing the armor."

"laugh--"

Minister Victor let out his trademark laugh.

"Really? That would be great."

"May I ask what the raw material of the nutritional supplement is?"

"sugar."

Earl Ramon jokingly smiled: "Of course, if your front-line fighters need to replenish the energy of [Cronos] in a short time."

"I suggest you drink Coke or red wine."

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Minister Victor fell silent.

He knew that the greatest hobbies of this "Earl of Wisdom" of the "Cappadocia" clan in his life were eating sweets and doing scientific research.

In his eyes, I am afraid that the precious wine that has been preserved for many years is not as sweet and delicious as a 2L can of cola.

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After a while, Minister Victor shook his head.

The silver ponytail swept across the back of his head, followed by a mechanical friction sound.

"Let's get back to business, Ramon, what do you want from me?"

"Why do you look at me like this? Do I have to ask you for other things? Isn't it okay to just visit old friends?"

Ramon held the goblet and smiled.

"Visit me?"

"Maybe only five points in your purpose."

"Know the situation of [Kronos], five points."

Victor sneered.

"Look, that's all."

Earl Ramon drank the liquid in the goblet in one gulp.

"The remaining ninety percent is for that child."

Ramon shrugged, and threw the empty wine glass away. In an instant, the blood red surged madly and swallowed the wine glass.

"Lane Winster."

Ramon's voice was fiery. He opened the blue folder in his hand and read the contents of the file word by word.

"Pure-blooded humans."

His eyes were tinged with a crystal blue, the symbol of his noble blood.

"However, as a pure-blooded human being, he tore apart the middle-level evil spirit without any alchemy equipment."

"Moreover, it's still a cursed mid-level evil spirit."

"Isn't this a pretty incredible thing?!"

"Indeed." Victor nodded, and said, "The professors are going crazy. Intermediate evil spirits possess curses. This is an unprecedented discovery."

"His hunting action has overturned some scholars' conjectures about [curse] and the theory of necromancer talent."

"Damn!"

Ramon roared, sharp fangs grew from the corners of his lips.

"I'm talking about him himself. He is the most precious treasure. Those short-sighted kids only stare at evil spirits and demons all day long. They are extremely stupid!"

Victor was speechless.

These brats are twice as old as the head of [Monster Hunting Agency].

That is to say, his age is over 750 years old. Others really don't have the right to call the old professor with white hair and beard a little kid.

"Cough cough, lose your temper."

Ramon tightened his tie, coughed twice, and continued: "The information from the church is clear. When he signed up for the academic department, he had a detailed blood test."

"Even I couldn't find any faulty details."

"I can be sure that he was definitely a pure-blooded human being at that time."

"but."

Ramon's voice changed, and his crystal blue eyes flickered, as if he had seen the ideal he had pursued all his life, and his spirit shone brightly.

"When he was performing the task of trainees, the color of his pupils changed, and his physical fitness was pushed to the limitless monster. The smell he exudes is ancient and majestic."

"At the time, he was definitely not human."

"Just like little Rebecca."

"I want to know what happened to him, that he changed from a pure-blooded human to [Abyssal blood]."

"I can guarantee that if I figure out the reason for his mutation, my research will be completed immediately and I will write a shocking paper."

"Can you imagine how much help it can bring to the world?!"

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Minister Victor slowly closed his eyes.

"You blood race, can't you also turn humans into the same kind?"

"You're insulting me, the entire blood race."

Earl Ramon looked coldly.

"It is those dirty and despicable people who transform people into vampires. Only traitors who violate the six precepts of the blood clan and those who have been expelled from the clan will do this."

"I apologize."

Minister Victor said lightly.

"Then, Earl Ramon, your traitor also has the ability to transform people into vampires. Can you tell me, how is this different from Ryan Winster?"

"Those rebels have not changed human beings from the genetic level at all!"

Earl Ramon gritted his teeth. He always hated the "civilian" who didn't know how to do it and thought he was professional all day long.

"Vampires can control people's thinking, transform people's bodies, and make human's body structure infinitely close to that of vampires."

"That's only close!"

"Have you ever heard that humans possessed by vampires have the power to rival pure vampires?"

"Besides, human blood races, even werewolves, Medusa, and other phantom species, in essence, all have the same ancestor!"

"Our ancestry is more similar than the genetic similarity between humans and gorillas."

"The abyssal race is a completely different creature."

"No one knows what is hidden under their human skin!"

After Ramon finished speaking, he stared at Victor's "suddenly enlightened" eyes. The next moment, the noble count understood something.

"Damn! You already knew!"

"You're playing tricks on me!"

He was outraged.

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Minister Victor shook his head and said, "You explained this problem to me when I first met you 40 years ago."

"You forgot about it."

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"Really?" The noble being who has lived for 750 years seems to have some dementia.

"In short, you must agree to let me see him! I need to learn everything from him."

"Please go ahead."

Minister Victor nodded.

"As you said, apart from being frustrated by the overthrow of the theory of evil spirits, the professors are also very interested in this child."

"But it's a pity that in the field of research on this child's [mutation], there is a great god who has lived for 750 years and has not spoken, so they are unwilling to say anything more."

"laugh--"

Minister Victor didn't know whether to laugh or laugh.

"I'll wait for you, Ramon."

"real!!!"

Earl Ramon stood up from the toilet, his pale face flushed with excitement, he opened his teeth and claws, and his writhing body looked like an underdeveloped cerebellum and a completely underdeveloped brain.

"I'm leaving now!"

"slow--"

"What's the rush?" Victor asked coldly.

"It's the first demon hunt for a new trainee, it's late at night, he should rest."

"What do you know!"

Minister Victor saw the virtual image shaking non-stop. It was the back view of Earl Ramon hurriedly changing his flip flops and leaving the research room.

"I just wanted to bring him a present."

"Tell me, how is Maoxuewang?"

"He looks like an oriental man, he should be good at it, let me tell you, the canteen window of the research department, this Maoxuewang is a must."

"I won't tell you anymore, the cafeteria window is about to close."

Minister Victor gave an extremely rare roar:
"You didn't fucking read his profile at all! Damn! He's British!"

(End of this chapter)