Sorcerer Manual - Chapter 37

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: 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?”

“I refuse to accept that you can become a new member of the Blood Weeping Research Institute, while I have to struggle in a small research institute.”

[176] almost shattered his sharp teeth from how hard he was gritting them. “I’m also gifted among the fishmen. I could also have become a supreme bloodline descendant. But why should there be such a huge gap between our resources?

“I refuse to accept that you can easily have the Blood Holding while I must go to huge lengths to obtain it. I refuse to accept that the spell techniques which I could only wish for are knowledge at your fingertips. I refuse to accept that all the best criminal materials are treated by you, while I can only obtain some tasteless scraps…

“What I can least accept is that you’re so talented as well!”

[176] became even more hysterical. “I can’t just watch you surpass me… I can’t!”

“What an unrepentant scum.”

[201] burst another intravenous bubble. [176] almost fainted.

“There’s no need to listen to his rubbish… Miss, what do you want to do with him?”

[201] paused. “Generally speaking, it’d be execution on the spot.”

The medic looked silently at [176] who was about to collapse on the ground, and thought for a long time.

“He didn’t make me hate him to the point of wanting him dead, but I wouldn’t care much if he died.”

“So you mean…”

“Find a soft stick shaped like a geoduck and whip him until he’s covered in wounds. Don’t treat him and kick him out. Right, isn’t he a blue-scaled fishman? The finger sharks probably won’t kill him. Throw him into the sea tonight and let him swim back by himself.”

[201] was stunned for a moment. “But Miss—”

“That’s my decision.” The medic looked at [201]. “If you disagree, do what you think is right. I don’t mind.”

“I didn’t mean that.” [201] bowed his head deeply. “Your decree will be carried out.”

“Then I’ll go back and rest.”

The medic walked through the crowd and left quickly, as if trying to escape this suffocating atmosphere. But soon, slow, heavy footsteps quickly caught up with her steps.

The medic stopped in front of her dormitory and looked at [201], who was chasing after her.

“Is there anything else?”

“Since I’ve already disturbed you, I thought I might as well use this opportunity to make a few… reminders.” [201] chose his words carefully. “Just a few reminders.”

“Go ahead.”

“I’ve noticed that your time in the treatment room with the inmates is a little… non-compliant with regulations. Of course, that’s perfectly fine. I assure you no one will use that regulation to offend you, and I’m not here to warn you.

“If not for the need to avoid trouble from the Human Rights Association and the Racial Rights Association, we wouldn’t have to pretend to be medics to perform the ritual here. Those regulations are just to reduce the possibility of us encountering trouble, but you don’t have to worry about encountering trouble, Miss.”

[201] emphasized his humility with every word.

“I’m just worried that you’ll develop unnecessary feelings for those materials when you’re playing, Miss, and that’ll delay the Blood Holding. If anything impedes your Blood Holding progress, Miss, the boss will hold me accountable.”

The medic shook her head. “I didn’t forget the Blood Holding Ceremony. Don’t worry.”

She paused for a moment before continuing, “I’ve already implanted the Blood Holding Seed in all the prisoners I’ve treated. When they die in the Judgment, the Blood Holding Seed will naturally gather their knowledge and spell energy, and convert all these into my origin blood.”

The medic walked into her dormitory and took off her crow mask, revealing a pair of ruthless scarlet eyes. She stared at [201] like a predator, making the latter feel a chill down his spine.

“We of the Blood Sage Clan never develop feelings for our food..”