Chapter 2881: Flesh
Dr. Duzem drew in a sharp breath.
Though he had guessed that Professor Monteria's condition was already dire, seeing it in person still exceeded his imagination. The professor's vitality had withered away, his flesh and skin dried out, leaving him looking as though he stood at death's door—like a skeleton freshly raised by necromancy. His loose black robe hung around him, empty and unsupported.
Had it not been for the rough yet steady, powerful breathing he had heard moments ago, he might have mistaken the professor for a corpse.
As he stood there blankly.
Professor Monteria's low laughter reached his ears.
"—Ah, my apologies for making you come to my laboratory." He seemed not to notice the astonishment on the doctor's face. There was even a trace of teasing in his rough, hoarse voice. "The time before last I visited your laboratory, you said I shouldn't disturb you during the day. Last time, I chose to go at night, and you said I shouldn't disturb you at night either... So this time, you came to my office. I won't complain. You can come during the day or at night."
Duzem was in no mood for jokes.
"How did it get this bad?!"
He stepped forward, as if wanting to pinch the Archwizard's flesh, but the moment he reached out, he suddenly remembered that the other man was a genuine Archwizard. His raised arm froze in midair, and with an almost uncontrollable expression, he muttered, "—Was there a problem with that Philosopher's Stone fragment refined with... blood? Or did something go wrong with the transformation experiment? How could this happen? It shouldn't have!"
He could not help feeling devastated.
According to their original agreement, once Professor Monteria's experiment succeeded, he would give Duzem a piece of "real flesh,"