Shepherd Tantra

Chapter 776: The Horrifying Acrobatics of the Disaster Splicer
March 21st, early morning.

Ziggurat, outside Leipzig.

Albert Lore scratched his messy hair, took his water cup, yawned, and walked out of the laboratory.

Because it was quite cool in the lab, he wore a thick woolen robe even in the summer. The reason why he wore a dark-colored robe was simply because it was more resistant to dirt, so even if it was stained with blood or oil from cooking, it would not be too conspicuous.

Ever since he had a complete falling out with the military, Albert no longer stayed in the Star Antimony Laboratory in Lionheart City. He packed up his things and returned to the Psychic Tower.

Once he stopped cooperating with the royal alchemists who had to write a report and wait for approval for each round of experiments and hold regular meetings of more than two hours twice a week, Albert suddenly felt like he was alive again.

——Sure enough, it has to be the psychic tower! Home is still the best!

In the Ziggurat, people usually walk on the street, no one will look at each other, no one will pay attention to each other. It's not like in Lionheart City, where everyone will chat with him and say hello, but he doesn't know anyone. He feels tired when he speaks, but if he doesn't speak, people will say he is arrogant.

There was no one here to manage his schedule. He could go to bed and wake up whenever he wanted. He didn't have to force himself to attend the morning meeting. He could just get his food and eat it next to the corpse in the lab. He didn't have to live a life where he couldn't get food if he missed the meal time.

He could write his experimental records in words that only he could understand, because he didn't need to hand in the experimental report. He didn't need to write normal words stroke by stroke, nor did he need to use those long-winded and formal terms - anyway, he was only 20 years old and had reached the fourth energy level, and he had never learned those terms.

I don’t know where those alchemists got these rules from… Clearly a long time ago, those alchemists still inherited a set of terminology.

...Of course, it may be because of this historical background that the royal alchemists are particularly concerned about "unified terminology and behavioral norms."

Perhaps the alchemist was very accustomed to this kind of order... but he was not an orthodox alchemist after all, just a "disaster splicer" who had mastered some alchemy. He had an owl-like schedule and forced himself to wake up normally like those alchemists. He originally felt that he was about to die suddenly... and the information he got from the promotion ceremony was the last push for him.

"It's so strange. I'm sleeping less, but I don't feel as sleepy..."

Albert sighed, walked to the faucets in the corridor, turned on the faucet and filled a cup of fluorescent green potion. While waiting for the potion to be filled, he took off his glasses and wiped them with his sleeve.

——That is “Compound Mixture No. 1”.

Using the knowledge of alchemy, potions, and necromancy, the Spirit Tower created three compound potions: green, red, and yellow.

The specific formula is kept secret. And the students all know that it is probably not a good thing, so it is best not to ask... Anyway, the effect is strong enough.

The effect of "No. 1" is to dispel fatigue, invigorate the spirit, and make the brain that stays up all night clear again. The disadvantage is probably that the tongue will glow for a while after drinking it.

Albert drank it all up, then turned on the second tap and poured a cup of blood-red potion, which was mixed with the remaining fluorescent green potion, so it looked a little lighter.

This is "No. 2", and its effects are to protect internal organs, prevent sudden death, repair joint injuries and replenish strength.

After drinking these two glasses of "water", Albert patted his belly uncomfortably.

——I was quite hungry originally, but now I feel like I’m full.

"Morning, Senior."

Just then, a light and somewhat hoarse voice sounded.

That was Aurora's voice.

Albert immediately figured it out, so he turned around and asked, “Are you awake, Aurora?”

The girl behind him had long, soft platinum-blond hair. Her small face was mostly covered by her hair, so it looked like her head was only a tiny bit.

Her delicate doll-like face was expressionless, like a corpse - it was this lifeless beauty that made Albert's heart move.

She is now the youngest fourth-level necromancer in Xingti - with the joint efforts of Albert and their mentor, she has once again broken the record set by Albert.

This beautiful girl, who looked like a princess, was not wearing a pretty long or short skirt. Instead, she was strolling around the campus of the Spirit Tower in a purple pajamas.

"Didn't sleep."

Aurora replied briefly, standing beside Albert and taking a glass of "Number Three".

Her speech was always strange and incoherent. Their mentor, Fernando Brunswick Jr., could always understand Aurora's words, but Albert always had to ask "what" in confusion before he could get detailed supplements.

When Albert left, he considered that Aurora would need someone to take care of her, otherwise such a naive girl might be deceived. So after asking Aurora's personal opinion, he also transferred Aurora's file back to the Spirit Tower.

Also brought along was the petrified "corpse" of his mentor, Fernando Brunswick Jr.

But that's strange.

After the mentor got into trouble, although Aurora still spoke incoherently, Albert felt that he seemed to be able to understand Aurora's words slowly.

“…Number three?”

Albert looked at Aurora with some confusion.

The effect of the third potion is to urgently replenish the mana of the Dusk Path and the Earth attribute - the most orthodox way to replenish mana is to dream. If you want to temporarily replenish mana, you need to use the power fragments of the corresponding attributes and paths in the material world to do so.

The extraordinary creatures that satisfy the path of dusk and the attributes of earth all have one common characteristic.

——They are all more or less related to the undead.

Therefore, the No. 3 potion is also called "bone tea" or "bone soup" by students. Although we don't know how this fishy mud-like potion is made, at least the raw materials must contain friendly and fresh undead. There is a saying that those incomplete undead that were disposed of are most likely used to make the No. 3 potion.

Even Albert would try not to drink it if he could avoid it.

Aurora drank the muddy potion without changing her expression - but her already cold face seemed to become even paler for a moment.

When she raised her head to drink the medicine, Albert's expression changed slightly.

Because he was taller, from this angle he could clearly see through the sleeves that Aurora was not wearing any underwear under her nightgown.

...What should I do? Should I remind her?

But that would be like saying I've seen it, wouldn't that be impolite...

Albert's thoughts were in a state of flux.

He finally made up his mind - the mentor who could protect them was no longer there, and I had to take good care of Aurora.

"Um, Aurora..."

Albert coughed lightly and reminded: "Clothes." "?"

Aurora glanced back at him wordlessly, her eyes full of confusion.

"I mean...lingerie."

Albert reminded.

"Oh."

Aurora suddenly understood what Albert meant.

She replied briefly: "It's okay."

——How can this be okay?!
Albert scratched his already messy hair in annoyance.

I just hate that I'm not her senior, that I can't take her away to my bedroom and talk to her about how "this kind of thing doesn't exist, it's okay"...

But Albert was not very good at talking. He felt a huge pressure just thinking about this kind of topic - let alone involving private topics, he didn't even dare to talk to Aurora at ordinary times. He was afraid that the other party would suddenly bring up a topic that he couldn't answer for the time being.

Seeing Albert like this, Aurora's mouth corners slightly raised for a moment.

"I'm not stupid."

She suddenly spoke and said softly, "Thank you."

"……You're welcome?"

Albert was a little confused.

He could sense that Aurora meant "Don't worry about it, I have my own ideas, but thank you anyway."

But he looked at Aurora's sleeves that didn't even reach her elbows, thought for a moment and took off his robe and put it on Aurora.

Albert said seriously: "It's cold on the way back..."

But he actually had another thought in his mind - he hoped that Aurora would not be exposed to others.

Even in the Spirit Tower, people generally don't look at other people passing by. Not to mention the thin nightgown, even if they are really walking naked, they will just take a curious glance and leave as usual... But Albert still had such a thought.

Although he felt a little embarrassed just to give the robe to Aurora - after all, he hadn't washed the robe for a week because he was busy with experiments, and now it was full of the smell of food and corpses...

But Aurora didn't despise it. Instead, she reached out and tightened the robe that fell to her calves, wrapping herself in it.

She looked at Albert with her empty eyes and tilted her head to think about it.

So Aurora twisted her head off and handed it to Albert.

"……Um?"

Albert took the head hesitantly, holding the bottom with one hand, and subconsciously combed the smooth hair with his other hand: "What... do you want me to wash your hair?"

That's fine. He hasn't washed the hair of other disaster stitchers yet.

"I want to see you do an experiment."

Aurora in his arms tilted her head back and answered.

——But you want me to go back. So I twisted my head off to accompany you, and my body went back first.

Albert quickly understood what Aurora meant and suddenly couldn't hold it anymore.

"It's not that I have to ask you to go back... If you don't have eyes, how can your body go back? Just rely on perception? Then it would be boring for you to go back."

He somewhat helplessly inserted Aurora's head back into the container and patted it to make it firm again: "If you want to see the experiment, just come with me."

"Oh."

Aurora responded with a bit of disappointment and followed Albert closely.

"Well, I want to wash your hair."

She suddenly blurted out a sentence.

"No, I can wash it myself..."

Albert sighed. But seeing that the junior school girl was obviously a little disappointed, he still turned his head to the right and twisted it off, and handed it to Aurora: "If you really want it, play with it first."

Although he valued his smart brain, if Aurora said so, he would be willing to give her his head.

"Oh!"

Aurora happily took Albert's head, held it in her arms and stroked it affectionately.

——This is a terrifying acrobatics that can only be performed by two "Misfortune Splicers".

Feeling the softness of Aurora's chest personally, Albert's expression suddenly changed again.

Just as Albert was thinking about how to remind her subtly and politely, Aurora, who was usually taciturn, took the initiative to speak: "I watched the news. Two days ago."

"Ah, then tell me about it. I've been busy with my latest project and haven't watched the news for a few days."

Albert said casually: "But the news from two days ago should be called old news..."

"The king is dead, murdered by the Reds."

Aurora continued.

"……what?"

Albert was stunned.

(End of this chapter)