"To be honest, I think we look a little like perverts right now."
Margaret said with a frown.
The scene really did look rather bizarre.
A human had climbed onto a Flame Demon covered in tumors and was trying to figure out how to take its brain apart.
And it was the middle of the night, beside a graveyard.
Put all those elements into an adventure story, and if they were not either utterly vicious thugs or inhumanly deranged researchers conducting experiments, it would make no sense.
They would at least have to be some mid-stage boss.
The kind the protagonist's adventuring party would fight while bards told the tale for days.
"Perverted? This is called the spirit of dedicating oneself to science."
Jia Xiu answered as he fiddled with the Flame Demon's head.
"I also heard about a scholar who, for a research project, had his students lock fruit flies in a pitch-black box for dozens of generations of breeding. He even thought the fruit flies were particularly spirited when mating right before death."
Margaret imagined the scene.
It was fine when she did not think about it. Once she did, it was incredibly creepy.
"What was that for?"
"To study fruit fly eyes."
After trying several times, Jia Xiu still was not confident he could extract the Flame Demon's brain intact.
"So, can any of you help get the brain out whole? Right now, the Dream Demon has done something to the Flame Demon's brain. I suspect that is the core reason its rate of liquefaction has slowed so drastically, and this part of the brain shows no signs of liquefying at all."
Jia Xiu spoke rapidly. "In other words, if we can figure out what the Dream Demon did to its brain, we might find a way