Blood and flesh.
Those three words immediately made Zheng Qing think of that dim conference room containing seven "devils," of the commissions Seven Deadly Sins had once received. He could not help rolling his eyes inwardly—just as he had initially guessed, those commissions had something to do with the crows!
"...After paying an enormous price, Thomas finally found a way to get me some of your blood and flesh."
Professor Monteria's next words made the young wizard snort again—without a doubt, the professor was referring to the time Thomas had "kidnapped" him. Yet the professor seemed unconcerned by the boy's slight rudeness, maintaining his unhurried demeanor as he continued leisurely:
"The experimental results were gratifying. They proved that your blood and flesh indeed contained a very peculiar substance. No, 'substance' is not the right word. In a sense, I would rather call it a 'rule'... Your blood and flesh carry a miraculous rule. It prevents the aura of erosion from overstepping its bounds and stops collapsing flesh from continuing to collapse. Like when a crowd at a gathering falls into chaos and begins trampling one another, only for a powerful outside force to suddenly intervene and restore some measure of order..."
—That's right! Order!
The young wizard roared inwardly, though not a trace showed on his face. The ferocious visage of Edge Type-1 forcibly squeezed out a few insincere smiles as he cautiously suggested, "—If you need help, I can provide a little blood and flesh every month to support your cutting-edge magical research. What do you say? If you're worried, we can sign a contract with the strictest possible constraints!"
To demonstrate goodwill, he not only switched back to the respectful form of address, but also rather stiffly called the crows' illegal bloodline-modification experiments "cutting-edge magic."
Unfortunately, Professor Monteria