Bruce's transformation had been quite successful. At least, the lucky fellow was still alive.
Once the transformation was complete, Charles examined Bruce's condition. Perhaps because he had used a Demon Worm at the very beginning of the process,
Bruce had shown a high tolerance for the demonic bloodline transformation.
The rest of the time was spent waiting for Bruce's body to return to normal.
At the same time, Charles made sure Bruce received plenty of nourishment.
Even the Minotaur Demons Charles summoned weren't wasted. They were turned into food for Bruce.
Charles checked Bruce's condition every day. If Bruce's body showed any obvious signs of rejection, he would adjust the treatment promptly.
Fortunately, Bruce hadn't given Charles any cause for concern in that regard.
A new day began.
After finishing his work in the laboratory, Charles was about to leave.
But a crow flew over and hovered above his head. "Caw, caw, caw!"
"Wizard Charles, Lord Anderson summons you!"
Looking at the crow, Charles thought about how he'd been here for over a year. He was already used to them.
These crows were all descendants of Lady Boxi.
As Anderson's soul companion, Lady Boxi the crow had received the best training Anderson could provide.
Her descendants were also among Anderson's servant forces.
Among Lady Boxi's descendants were several kinds of crows, including large, combat-oriented ones.
Their feathers were nearly as hard as metal, their muscles powerful, and they possessed several quasi-magical abilities.
The stronger ones were every bit as formidable in battle as wizards.
There were also smaller crows, most of which served as messengers or assistants in spellcasting.
Following the crow, Charles arrived at Anderson's office.
He bowed respectfully. "Teacher, you called for me?"
Anderson set down his work and looked at Charles. He was quite satisfied with this