The Undead Race Isn't That Simple

For Alisa, although she felt nothing about the destruction of a mere tool, the situation was different if the intent from the very beginning had been to scheme against her.

That was a malicious nature that demanded she strike back with a heavy hand.

Alisa: "You telling me this couldn't be because you want me to owe you another favor, could it?"

Alisa was quite familiar with the way Lan Qingyou operated.

While it wouldn't be as harsh as saying she never did anything without profit, the Witch of the Tower certainly had her own agenda.

Therefore, if there was one thing that carried the most weight, it was undoubtedly the debt of a favor.

In fact, Lan Qingyou was indeed harboring such thoughts.

But after seeing the question posed by the other party, she knew that Alisa likely wouldn't grant her a favor for this kind of information.

It had been a slight attempt, anyway.

Although it didn't succeed, Lan Qingyou felt no regret.

Lan Qingyou: "Of course not. I'm just letting you know. Besides, I have two corpses of the Undead Race on my end, and I'll give you one to conduct research on tomorrow."

Lan Qingyou: "We'll research them separately, and then we can compare our findings to see if there are any discrepancies with my hypothesis."

Alisa: "That's no problem."

The two had tried this kind of cross-examination many times before, and given their familiarity with the process, Alisa naturally wouldn't refuse.

After all, although both were alchemists, their focuses differed due to their respective schools of thought.

When the starting points of such research differ, the results produced will naturally have some variations.

But that variation was exactly what the two of them wanted.

If the difference was small, it suggested that the "hypothesis" in