Chapter 37
A trial was taking place in the hallway between the infirmary and the public lounge.
The other dical mages looked at the slightly short [222], their eyes behind the crow masks filled with complex emotions.
None of them doubted or questioned the accusation of "spell theft" against [176]. In fact, they found it very reasonable.
dical spells were not simply a set of procedures, but a miraculous thod of learning.
Unlike combat mages, dical mages and creation mages did not need PVP. Therefore, they could lower the difficulty of invoking miracles by extending the casting ti. Combat mages could not do that - the enemy would smash them while they were chanting.
So dical and creation mages broke down miracles into many small steps. Combining those steps in sequence ford a miracle.
These steps were called formulas.
Therefore, learning the formulas ant you would inevitably learn the miracles.
Formulas were naturally seen as important intellectual property. A mage who created a new formula, no matter how narrow its applicability or unmarketable it was, could earn sizable licensing fees just by allowing other mages to study it.
That was why whenever Ashe woke up, he found only one dical mage in the infirmary - they did not allow others to observe healing sessions to prevent formula theft.
The dical mage looked at [201]. "You were sent by the teacher?"
"I'm a research student under your senior sister. She's my boss."
[201] chose his words carefully, not revealing any nas. "The warden of Shattered Lake Prison is friends with my boss... But my boss instructed
not to bother you normally. If not for this scumbag's outrageous theft of the Institute's assets, I wouldn't have shown up."
The dical mage asked, "Now that my identity is exposed, do I have to leave here?"
[201] smiled. "Miss, don't joke. All who co to Shattered Lake Prison for the 'Blood Embrace Ceremony' are affiliated with the institutes. How could we betray you? How dare we?"
The other dical mages bowed deeply to show their respect.
They had no choice but to bow. The Blood Moon Kingdom had 36 institutes total. 24 were minor institutes, 8 mid-tier, and 4 major institutes.
Most of them were just "prospective progeny" from minor institutes. But the young miss before them was a new progeny of the Blood Weeping Institute, one of the four major institutes. Their identities and backgrounds were worlds apart.
Frankly speaking, even after they completed the Blood Embrace and left prison, the best outco for them would be to beco golden progeny, gaining a 200-year lifespan extension and stopping at the second wing this life.
But new progeny of the four major institutes were almost all 500-year holy domain progeny, or even 1000-year legendary progeny!
The third wing Saint Domain was their minimum starting point. The fourth wing Legendary was not unexpected. They might even touch the realm of divinity and beco demigod saints above all other creatures of the Blood Moon Kingdom!
"Miss, may I ask how to deal with this scumbag?" [201] asked.
The dical mage was silent for a mont, looking at [176].
"Do you have anything to say?"
[176] glanced up at the dical mage, his huge eyes showing the familiar crimson glow she knew well.
"How dare you!"
[201] snorted coldly and popped a venous bubble.
[176]'s body shuddered, his already pale fish face now white as paper.
"I object."
"Object to what?"
"I object to you becoming a new progeny of the Blood Weeping Institute, while I have to struggle in a minor institute."
[176] gnashed his sharp teeth. "I'm also the pride of the fishn. I could also beco the supre progeny. But why is there such a huge gap between our resources?"
"I object. I sched endlessly just to get a Blood Embrace chance, yet you obtained it easily. I covet the formulas you take for granted. Why do you get the best criminal specins while I only get worthless leftovers..."
"Most of all, I object to you having such great talent!"
[176] beca more hysterical. "I can't watch you surpass ... I can't!"
"No hint of remorse at all, what scum."
[201] popped another venous bubble. [176] nearly fainted.
"No need to listen to his trash talk anymore... Miss, how do you wish to deal with him?"
[201] paused. "The standard is imdiate execution."
The dical mage stared silently at the almost limp [176], pondering for a long ti.
"He hasn't made
hate him enough to want him dead, but I also wouldn't care much if he died."
"So you an..."
"Find a soft rod shaped like a razor clam and beat him black and blue. No healing him. Throw him out. He's a blue-scaled fishman right? Thresher sharks shouldn't kill him. Toss him into the sea tonight and let him swim back himself."
[201] was stunned. "But Miss—"
"That's my decision." The dical mage looked at [201]. "If you disagree, do as you see fit. I don't mind."
"I didn't an that." [201] bowed deeply. "Your will shall be carried out."
"Then I'll go rest."
The dical mage hurried past everyone, as if wanting to escape the stifling atmosphere. But soon, heavy and slow footsteps quickly caught up.
The dical mage stopped at her room door and looked back at the approaching [201].
"Anything else?"
"Since I've already disturbed you, I wanted to take this chance to offer so... reminders." [201] chose his words carefully. "Just a few reminders."
"Go ahead."
"I noticed you spent a bit too much... unauthorized ti with the criminals in the infirmary. Of course, it's not a problem at all. I guarantee no one will use those rules to offend you. I'm not here to warn you either."
"If not for wanting to avoid trouble from the human rights and racial advocacy groups, we wouldn't need to pretend to be dical mages here. Those rules just reduce the chances of trouble, but you need not worry about trouble, Miss."
[201] stressed his humility with every sentence.
"I'm just worried you might develop unnecessary attachnts to the specins while playing, delaying the Blood Embrace ceremony. If your Embrace schedule is affected, the boss will hold
accountable."
The dical mage shook her head. "I haven't forgotten the ceremony, don't worry."
She paused. "I've already implanted the Embrace seeds in all the criminals I've treated. When they die in the tribunals, the seeds will naturally coagulate their knowledge and arcane power, transforming it entirely into my source blood."
The dical mage walked into her room and removed her crow mask, revealing a pair of extrely cruel crimson eyes, gazing at [201] like a predator. It sent chills down his spine.
"We the sacred bloodline will never grow attached to our food."
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