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Chapter 96 Sign a contract with me! professor!

Principal Gabriel's four mutton legs moved quickly and he slipped out of the ward with a clatter.

Only poor Professor Armstrong was left to face the angry male head of the Dean family.

"Uh," Armstrong grinned an ugly smile and said naively, "Hello, hello?"

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Noye pursed his lips a few times, then finally sighed heavily and sat back on the chair in frustration.

His upbringing made it impossible for him to implicate other people no matter how angry he was.

In the awkward atmosphere, Professor Armstrong has not forgotten the purpose of this trip.

The chubby old gentleman carefully tiptoed and moved close to the side of the hospital bed.

When he saw his smart and diligent assistant lying on the hospital bed with his breath free.

His eyes immediately turned red, and he couldn't help but sigh "Oh."

"My poor student," Professor Armstrong choked, stretched out his rough and chubby hand, but stopped in mid-air, "the hateful cultist actually tortured a child who had no power to fight back."

Noye immediately empathized, nodded seriously, gritted his teeth and said: "Beasts without any humanity at all!"

Hearing this, Professor Armstrong blinked in surprise.

Surprised that such rude remarks could come from such a decent gentleman.

After hesitating for a few seconds, Armstrong asked cautiously: "Excuse me, can I take a sample of Anlos' blood?"

"Oh, by the way! I am the professor of herbal medicine at the Wizarding Academy, and I know a little bit about preparing healing potions!"

"Anlos is my assistant, I hope I can help a little bit."

After hearing his sincere explanation, Noye's expression softened: "Well, it's okay. It's better to say, please."

It's completely different from how he treated Principal Gabriel.

so.

Attitude is important.

"Thank you for your understanding."

Armstrong's eyes lit up.

He took out disinfectant, cotton swabs, needles, blood collection vials and other equipment from the leather satchel he carried.

Skillfully and quickly, he took a tube of blood from Anlos' damaged arm.

When the blood was drawn, Professor Armstrong was surprised.

So red!

In the glass vial, the blood was as red as fire, as if it was burning.

Armstrong even felt a burning sensation that burned his fingers, making him almost unable to hold the blood collection vial.

Is this the influence of extraordinary power?
No, more like "residual".

It's as if too much nutrition was taken in all at once, but it was not fully digested and accumulated in the body, unable to find a way out.

"what happened?"

Noye's voice brought back Armstrong's thoughts.

His dark eyes immediately became innocent, as if he had suddenly changed from a border collie to a husky.

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Noye choked.

Then in Professor Armstrong's clear eyes, he repeated the question.

"Ah, uh, it's okay."

Armstrong shook his head.

In the end, I didn't reveal my guess, so as not to increase my worries.

After collecting the blood, Armstrong, who was concerned about the therapeutic medicine, said goodbye to Noye and hurried back to his nursery.

Wearing protective gloves, he took out a test tube containing a lavender liquid from the sealed cabinet.

On the test tube, there are the words "Apollo 11" and "Therapeutic Potion No. 23".

[Apollo 11], right at the very back of the nursery, is a strange tree with burrs forming human faces.

Armstrong removed the cork and sucked up a bit of the liquid with a rubber-tipped dropper.

Then, drop it into the blood collection vial containing Amlos' blood.

The lavender liquid blended into the bright red blood, and in an instant, a layer of flames suddenly appeared on the blood!
It's as if it has been activated!
Professor Armstrong didn't dare to express his anger and focused on the reaction.

If the reason for Anlos's delay in recovery is that his body cannot absorb the huge amount of energy. So, by making energy more easily absorbed, can recovery be accelerated?

However, the flame only burned for a few seconds before gradually extinguishing.

Use a scale to measure the liquid level.

Well, it is indeed reduced by half a millimeter.

But it's not enough.

"The catalytic effect of the treatment potion, or [Apollo 11], is too weak. But it has stopped growing at all, and is even showing signs of sluggishness."

"what on earth is it"

Professor Armstrong frowned, puzzled.

He returned to his research until very late, when he fell asleep in the nursery from exhaustion.

The moment he fell asleep, he seemed to see a very thin thread spreading out from his body.

Immediately afterwards, consciousness slipped into the abyss.

In a nightmare.

Professor Armstrong stood in Red Rose Manor, looking up at the moon with a grinning human face in the night.

shocked.

He subconsciously took two steps forward, but tripped over something and fell onto the lawn.

"Ouch!"

Armstrong cried out in pain, turned around, and his eyes widened.

He actually saw it, his [Apollo 11]!
Under the moonlight, this strange tree with a human face and a gnarled face showed unprecedented vitality.

The branches and vines waved, and the slit in the abdomen opened and closed, as if laughing at Armstrong's embarrassment.

Armstrong was disgraced, but extremely pleasantly surprised. He shouted in the tone of an old friend:

"Why are you here! No, do you like it here?"

"Do you like the nightmare world?"

【rustle--】

What responded to him was the pleasant sound of Apollo 11 rubbing leaves.

Professor Armstrong was stunned and thought to himself:

Omg.

I actually cultivated a nightmare plant.

At this time, Armstrong understood why Principal Gabriel had such a strange expression after seeing the results of his experiment.

".If Apollo 11 can really grow again in nightmares, then his healing potion can achieve a stronger effect!"

"This will allow Anlos to recover faster!"

Professor Armstrong's eyes gradually brightened.

For years, his experiments went nowhere.

Now, we finally see some light.

It turns out that I am more accustomed to nightmares.

Professor Armstrong was immersed in excitement and joy.

I didn't realize that I didn't have the fear that ordinary people have when entering a nightmare.

Some are just innocent to crazy persistence in experiments.

at this time.

With a "squeak" sound, the door of the mansion opened.

From the dark door, a graceful figure walked out.

The blue goblin looked down at the old man with thin hair, without any interest, and followed Lord Anros's instructions and said businesslikely:

[The master of the slave family, the indescribable prophet, has taken a fancy to your talent and specially invites you to the mansion as a guest. 】

[However, if you want to occupy the Prophet's land and cultivate your plants, you must sign a contract with the Prophet and become a subject. 】

A human is a nightmare lord, and now he has to sign a contract with a human.

The blue elf feels that the world is becoming more and more magical.

(End of this chapter)