Professor Landry’s research was excessively transcendent, as if he were studying the creations of deities, leaving others unsure whether the professor was speaking truth or had gone mad.
"This isn’t civilian magical engineering at all—it’s pure Imperial military engineering!"
"Where did you get the energy source?"
Talia didn’t understand what Lanci ant by ’energy source.’
High-performance explosives were fine, she knew what principle they worked on since she had watched Lanci eagerly advancing from First-order to Sixth-order explosives as if he was born to research bombs.
But the god-made energy source Lanci ntioned was sothing even Talia, Lanci’s most respected and beloved teacher, had never heard of.
The Allied Forces’ assassin, Miss Unity, whom she had encountered on the Magic Power Rail Train of Bulida, would sooner or later co for him if she learned he was teaching Magic Engineering Principles at the Saint Kray Temple.
"Tata, have you heard of the Philosopher’s Stone?"
Lanci asked her.
"What is that?"
Talia responded with a thought.
"The Philosopher’s Stone is an extrely powerful alchemical item that allows one to ignore the basic rule of alchemy—equivalent exchange. It ans that the alchemist using the Philosopher’s Stone can create or transform matter without providing equivalent value. The process of creating the Philosopher’s Stone actually involves using a large number of human lives, which makes it highly morally controversial."
Lanci answered.
"Does such a thing really exist...?"
Talia recalled that there were similar legends in the Demon Race, but they were rely rumors, and she had neither seen them nor knew the secret recipe.
According to Lanci, even if it existed, the Philosopher’s Stone could not defy alchemical principles, and the conversion rate would be very low; it would require the sacrifice of an entire nation to create a Philosopher’s Stone powerful enough to destroy a nation.
"It exists."
Lanci said.
"How do you know?"
Talia asked.
"..."
Lanci fell silent.
"..."
Talia also remained silent.
You brat, you don’t have the formula, do you?!
"Using humans for the creation might be morally wrong, but there is another species that is different; they consu human blood daily, which inherently parallels the process needed to create the Philosopher’s Stone. Using them for the creation is like confiscating illegal gains."
Lanci explained earnestly to Talia.
"In collaboration with the Necalis Institute and the help of modern technology provided by the Great Love Poet, the Demon Race genius True Night Lady Esmod almost crafted its prototype. We just need to capture enough of the Blood Clan to refine it into the Philosopher’s Stone."
Initially, in the Demon King’s Castle, capturing the Fourth Ancestor Eduado and the Tenth Ancestor Ulysses proved too challenging as their blood was not easy to refine into an energy source. It was Count Gregory, captured in the Land of Perpetual Night with Siegler, whose blood was more anable to being refined into a semi-completed Philosopher’s Stone.
There were no Blood Clan to capture in the Hutton Kingdom, but now that they had co to the Cerryti Empire, Lanci’s research project could finally proceed.
"What the hell are you playing with, taboo things!"
"Don’t worry Tata, when my research is published with the Allied Forces, I will include a thank you to you. After all, the subsequent work needs you, the modern Demon Race genius, and to complete it."
"This isn’t a thank you; this is a defamation!"
Listening, she almost wanted to report this human.
If Lanci was going to put her na on the journal, she would have a serious problem with him.
During the Holy War of the Demon Race, the Demon Race rarely considered using a large number of living humans for human alchemy to generate high-quality concentrated energy.
And high-order mbers of the Blood Clan were naturally undead beings that ca into existence after refining countless humans, containing bio-energy equivalent to countless tis that of a human.
This guy, apart from sunning the Blood Clan, eating them, detonating them, has now begun researching their refinent.
In your past life, how much did you hate the Blood Clan to tornt them like this in this life?
In the depths of the large classroom on the fourth floor of the Elliot Building, the noise fernted for a while before Professor Landry spoke again.
"Upon ensuring the goals of the course, I might add so content not covered by the original syllabus. Of course, this part is entirely voluntary and will not be included in the assessnt. I also welco more students to audit; this is an open classroom."
He looked at the students,
"Regarding new energy-related issues, I will probably disclose their principles after the technologies are matured, and I am not going to hoard them but will turn them over to the governnt. Moreover, standing here, my purpose is to impart knowledge to you. The future of the Cerryti Empire cannot depend on any one person but on everyone, including , you, and us all."
Covering content uniquely belonging to his own field of Magical Engineering in a single course undoubtedly ant that the lecturer had reached the pinnacle of his specialty.
Although the students below the stage were skeptical about the new energy, just looking at the content on the glass, which they could hardly comprehend in a short ti, made them feel that this professor was not without real abilities.
"Interesting."
A clear voice imperceptibly arose from the seats of the noble students on the right side of the classroom.
Hearing this, Elsa Washington, who was focused on listening to the lecture on the left side among the civilian students, had her ears tremble.
She quickly masked her reaction and looked keenly toward the noble girl in the distance.
The girl she stared at from afar had blue-purple hair and eyes. Her skin was so fair it seed almost transparent, and her delicate features were like an artisan’s artwork, with a handso charm that made it hard to look away.
It seed she noticed Elsa’s gaze, for the blue-purple-haired girl also looked towards Elsa Washington.
"Ursula, please don’t ss with my brother."
Elsa looked at her with so concern, silently and anxiously telling her through lip-reading across the distance.
Then she looked again at the lecturer on the stage, her slightly distant yet always mysterious brother, Landry.
She never expected their reunion would be in a classroom of Saint Kray Monastery.
"What do you an you want to ss with my brother?"
The girl nad Ursula pretended to be angry as she looked at Elsa, her lips carrying a playful smile and even squinting her eyes.
"..."
Elsa no longer stared at the far right of the classroom, wasting no ti with the real nobility.
Ursula Roland.
Her family, the Roland family, was one of the most prestigious noble houses in the Santar Empire, and Ursula was the sister of the current Marquis and Ninth Army God Ryan Roland, having t Elsa since high school.
True to her reputation as the Griffin Heiress, she embodied both beauty and talent.
As a freshman at the Saint Kray Monastery’s Faculty of Magical Engineering who quickly beca famous, Ursula’s illustrious lineage, stunning beauty, and exceptional talent made everyone envious.
However, geniuses are often hard to ta; such an almost perfect girl, always doing eccentric things like acting capriciously without worrying about losing grace or shaming her family.
She seed to always irritate Marquis Ryan, but he never bothered with her.
Ursula Roland, in the eyes of the teachers at Saint Kray Monastery, was nothing less than a ticking ti bomb; if she found she couldn’t satisfy everyone, she would make sure everyone was dissatisfied.
Having a brother like the Ninth Army God, Ryan, holder of the Purple Crystal, no one dared to retaliate against her.
When they learned that the lecturer was the newly-arrived, little-known Landry Washington, Ursula’s curious smile already made others uneasy.
She and Elsa, being among the few lower-year students in this Level 4 class and having known each other for a long ti and being highly interested in Elsa, targeting Elsa’s brother wasn’t surprising.
"May the Great Goddess bless, and give so of my rit to my brother."
Elsa prayed quietly, desperately praying that the Goddess of Destiny, seeing her constant good deeds, would help Landry handle Ursula well.
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