Chapter 37 - Trial (1/2)

Translator: Atlas StudiosEditor: Atlas Studios

A trial was going on In the passageway between the treatment room and the common room.

The other medics looked at the slightly shorter [222]. Their eyes behind the crow masks were filled with complicated emotions.

All of them did not question [176]’s accusation of “theft of spell techniques”, and even thought it was very reasonable.

A treatment spell technique was not just a set of operations, but more of a learning method for miracles.

Unlike combat sorcerers, medical sorcerers and conjurer sorcerers didn’t need to participate in PVP. Hence, they could reduce the difficulty of casting their miracles by prolonging the cast time, but combat sorcerers couldn’t—the enemy would straight up defeat you while you’re casting.

Hence, medical sorcerers and conjurer sorcerers had broken down miracles into many steps, combining them to form a miracle.

These steps were spell techniques.

Therefore, as long as one learned the spell techniques, it’s only a matter of time before they learned the miracle.

Spell techniques were naturally regarded as important intellectual properties. No matter how narrow the scope of application of a new spell technique was, no matter how unprofitable it was, the copyright fee from authorizing other sorcerers to research it alone was enough for a sorcerer to go to the four major research institutes and order a set meal that could extend his life by 10 years.

This was also the reason why Ash would find that one medic in the treatment room every time he woke up—others were not allowed to watch while a medic was treating someone, so to prevent others from stealing their treatment spell methods.

The medic looked at [201]. “You were sent by Teacher?”

“I’m a graduate student under your senior. She’s my boss.”

[201] chose his words carefully and did not reveal any names. “The warden of Shattered Lake Prison is a friend of the boss… But the boss told me not to disturb you under normal circumstances. If this scumbag hadn’t gone overboard and actually stole the property of the research institute, I would not have appeared.”

The medic asked, “Now that my identity has been exposed, does it mean I have to leave this place?”

[201] smiled. “Miss, you must be joking. Anyone who came to Shattered Lake Prison for the ‘Blood Holding Ceremony’ is a reserve clan descendant of organizations under the four major research institutes. Why would we betray you? How would we dare to betray you?”

The other medics all bowed to show their respect.

They had no choice but to bow their heads. There were a total of 36 research institutes in the Blood Moon Nation, including 24 small research institutes, 8 medium research institutes, and 4 large research institutes.

Most of them were “reserve bloodline descendants” from small research institutes, but the lady in front of them was a new clan descendant of one of the four major research institutes, “Blood Weeping Institute”. There was a world of difference between their statuses.

To put it bluntly, after they completed the Blood Holding and left the prison, the best outcome for them would be to become a Gold Bloodline Descendant, obtain a lifespan increase of 200 years, and stop at being two-winged for the rest of their lives.

However, the new clan descendants of the four major research institutes were almost all Sanctuary Bloodline Descendants with a lifespan of 500 years, or even Legendary Bloodline Descendants with a lifespan of 1,000 years!

Three-winged Sanctuary was the starting point that they had to reach. Four-winged Legendary was not unusual either. It was even possible for them to reach the domain of the gods, and become a demigod saint above all living beings in the Blood Moon Nation!

“Miss, how should we deal with this scumbag?” [201] asked.

The medic was silent for a moment and looked at [176].

“Do you have anything to say?”

[176] raised his fish head and looked at the medic. His large eyes revealed the scarlet glow that she was most familiar with.

“How dare you!”

[201] snorted and burst an intravenous bubble.

[176]’s whole body trembled, and his originally pale fish face went white as paper.

“I can’t accept it.”

“What can’t you accept?”