bullyxtreme Chapter 159 Vitality House
Chapter 159 Vitality House
"Doctor, I don't understand."
On the hill, a Fire Debt Settler knelt on one knee, his expression indistinct beneath a sharply defined mask, only his sinister eyes flashing with a terrifying light.
"The experiment is at a critical stage, why should we withdraw from here at this time?"
Below the hill where the two stood, the soldiers of the Fools were gradually withdrawing from the hospital, carrying various still-usable supplies away down the valley.
"Are you questioning my decision?"
Even in the scorching desert, the man, still draped in a white fur cloak, did not turn around, but simply asked indifferently.
The howling wind in the valley billowed his cloak, just like his cold, monotone voice.
"My subordinates dare not."
The debt collector shuddered and quickly lowered his head, his forehead immediately beaded with sweat.
He realized that he had crossed the line.
As one of the few subordinates who had followed this second seat of the Fools' Executor for quite some time, he was well aware of his superior's unpredictable temperament.
He is undoubtedly a genius rarely seen in the world, which is why I chose to follow him.
But he was also an extreme madman, so mad that he disregarded all ethics and morality in the world, and so mad that, according to rumors, he could cut himself into countless equal parts.
He knew all too well that this self-important second-in-command's disregard for life had reached a level of contempt, and that disobeying him would result in his disappearance, which was the best possibility he could think of.
Just like his previous bosses.
“You seem very curious, Krobor.”
Dotore toyed with the potion bottle in his hand, his empty eye sockets on his raven feather cloak staring at the Fools' army marching through the valley, a mocking smile appearing at the corner of his mouth beneath his pointed mask.
No one knows what this executive, a combination of genius and madness, is thinking at this moment.
"I am not curious."
The debt collector, known as Krober, lowered his head even further, even though his tone betrayed no emotion.
He knew very well that the more you knew about certain things, the faster you would die.
"Ha...Isn't it just a matter of curiosity?"
"I still don't dare."
Sweat streamed down Kroborsky's forehead and onto the dry, sandy ground in front of him.
Although the other party's tone was relaxed, the pressure emanating from the second seat of the Fools' Executor still made his throat dry and his whole body tremble involuntarily.
He understood that this was a warning from Dotole.
Seeing that his nagging had worked, Dottore turned around and continued watching the Fools' army march through the valley, a thoughtful smile once again appearing on his lips.
He's using this tool quite well right now and has no plans to switch to it for the time being.
More importantly, the Queen's intriguing command was more appealing to him than the effort required to replace it with a better tool.
And that is precisely why he chose to evacuate.
Although he could outwardly comply while inwardly resisting, aside from his limited respect for the Empress, it was the unknown that made this mad scholar yield.
Piero might know something, but getting information from that old fox wouldn't be easy.
As for the others... even Capitano, who was seated above him, he was certain that the other party didn't know more than he did.
Throughout the entire winter, perhaps only the Queen had a complete overview of the game from beginning to end.
"This is really interesting..."
Dotole's expression appeared somewhat eerie in the twilight, the blue liquid on his earrings gleaming with a bewitching light, casting a faint glow on the deep, hollowed-out opening of his raven-feather cloak.
He doesn't mind being a pawn, because only the unknown is the deadly poison that attracts scholars like moths to a flame.
Is it the blasphemer in the god-making project, or the chosen one who subverts the church, that truly wears your mask?
A person worthy of the Empress's attention.
The doctor turned around and gave the order.
"The god of wisdom has noticed the anomaly and ordered the people from Daochenglin and Weimozhuang to evacuate from Sumeru and temporarily halt their research on Lanaluo. Furthermore..."
He glanced at his subordinates, whose faces were respectful yet filled with fear.
"Once you have dealt with the matter of Sumeru, immediately take the remaining experimental equipment to Mondstadt."
“There, another slice will take over your work.”
"Yes, Doctor."
Krobor bowed and withdrew, his figure quickly disappearing into the shadows as he left to carry out the orders given by Dottore.
In the valley, the Fools' squad had reached its end. Truckloads of experimental supplies were transported away, leaving only the defective experimental subjects to fend for themselves in the hospital.
"As a scholar, before I leave, let me add some challenges to this 'experiment.'"
The mountain wind dispersed the sounds, leaving behind a mess.
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the other side.
"Falusian...senpai, may I rest here tonight?"
Mu Feng turned his head and pointed to the small oasis surrounded by date palm trees laden with fruit, cautiously asking the blue-haired girl beside him for her opinion.
“Young man, you’re already exhausted after only a short time? If it were back in our day… well… never mind, I’ll listen to you.”
Farusan gently crossed her arms, about to launch into a long speech, but then remembered that she should perhaps tone down her demeanor in front of her newly accepted apprentice, and belatedly changed her tune.
However, when it came to her newly accepted apprentice, Farusan felt a sense of helplessness, and her light green eyes involuntarily glared at Mu Feng beside her.
Noticing his senior's gaze, Mu Feng gave a signature smile, turned around, and started whistling as he set up the tent.
Originally, he didn't plan to bring Farusan along on the mission to investigate the House of Vitality, but unfortunately, there's a need, and his senior thinks you need her.
"Unveiling survival investigations is a required course for scholars. Are you looking down on me, your senior?"
These are the original lines from senior Farusan. Even the bristling blue-haired sweet girl didn't hesitate to use her newly acquired teacher title to intimidate others.
So, someone who couldn't withstand Farusan's firepower reluctantly agreed to this mission.
However, when traveling together, there is always plenty of time to communicate with each other, except when traveling. But the bad thing is that this kind and friendly exchange between teachers and students went wrong.
Fiona: Academic progress?
Mu Feng: He entered the Order Academy at the age of twelve and completed his graduation thesis that same year.
Farusan: (Mentor satisfaction +1)
Farusan: Academic Achievements?
Mu Feng: Published 37 papers, completed 19 research projects, and is currently working on a long-term academic project.
Farusan: (Mentor satisfaction +1 +1...)
Floursanne: Current degree?
Mu Feng: Uh... temporarily acting as the sage of the Su Lun School.
Farusan: (The instructor is satisfied...!!!)
The above is a summary of the daily interactions between Falushan and her students.
Mu Feng nailed the wooden stakes to secure the tent, then touched his forehead, which had been smacked on the forehead by Senior Falushan.
Sigh, at worst we can just go our separate ways from now on. I'll call you teacher, and you'll call me leader. Is it really worth making such a big deal out of this?
However, seeing the big fist of the sweet girl next to him, he silently swallowed the protest that was about to come out.
This isn't cowardice; it's simply following my true feelings.
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