However, no one else knew what Angel was thinking. They only felt that perhaps Angel, out of kindness, could not stand Dumartin's radical methods.
Dumartin himself thought so too.
When he had first met Angel, Angel had still been an apprentice. He had followed Iron Armor Granny to Dumartin's residence to request Baruba. At the time, when Angel saw the living puppets about to be injected with the Umbrella Fungus Bloodline, he had displayed obvious disgust.
Back then, Dumartin had already classified Angel as a white wizard.
Moreover, one from the kind and lawful camp.
Dumartin had always dismissed such white wizards as hypocrites.
But he also understood the necessity of white wizards. Especially in wizard organizations with strict hierarchies, some positions were better served by white wizards acting as the bearings that kept everything running.
As a member of the Research Institute, Angel had even developed the strategic-level existence known as the Dream Wilderness. If he were a black wizard without any bottom line, that would truly be a disaster. On the contrary, only a white wizard could make people trust him unconsciously.
Even if Dumartin was prejudiced against white wizards, he still sincerely hoped that Angel could remain one.
Facing Angel's request, Dumartin considered for a moment before finally nodding in agreement.
Researching elemental creatures did not inherently require excessively cruel or radical methods. At the very least, it would not be branded as cruel by the general public in the way "opening skulls" was.
As far as Dumartin was concerned, the only thing about Angel's request that displeased him was having to seek the elemental creatures' consent first... Still, Angel had not said how that consent had to be obtained. At worst, he could use some unconventional methods.
"Since it is your request, I will naturally abide