"...It had nothing to do with the seed."
"Once the seed was planted, it was beyond anyone's control."
"So, until we had definitive examination data, we had no way of knowing why that young man had not been affected. The only thing we could confirm was that he was an extremely valuable research subject."
In the study of Dr. Duzem at the Institute of Abnormal Life.
The door was tightly shut.
Professor Monteria sat in a high-backed chair across from the desk, legs crossed and fingers interlaced on his knee. His entire bearing radiated an easy, natural leisure.
After hearing his analysis, Dr. Duzem raised his head, revealing two pitch-black eye sockets.
"Indeed, indeed."
He murmured, but the glass rod in his hand did not pause in the slightest. It continued slowly stirring the cup, while two sharply contrasting black-and-white eyeballs, trailing blood vessels like waterweed, rolled gracefully through the viscous eye-washing solution. "You were right before. I admit it, I misjudged... This child truly is exceptional... Perhaps that is why both Qingqiu and Zhongshan hold him in such high regard."
He put slightly heavier emphasis on the words "Qingqiu" and "Zhongshan."
The meaning was obvious—just as in their previous discussions, he still disapproved of setting their sights on a student, especially such an unusual student, and especially one who had now become an official employee of First University.
"Rest assured, I won't do anything to him in the short term."
Professor Monteria had clearly understood the Doctor's unspoken meaning and let out a low laugh. "He is now an assistant instructor at Edge Academy. I have ample room and time to observe him—observe whether that seed has truly vanished within him, observe what kind of wizard he really is... But as you told him before, 'we cannot draw any