High School of Demon Hunting

Chapter 2709 - 930: Look Me in the Eye, Soul Light!

Zheng Qing knows a black wizard with a semi-public identity.The owner of the Wandering Bar on Beta Town Pedestrian Street, the famous wandering wizard.

He possesses the greed, cunning, and slickness of a black wizard, but also the honesty, caution, and conservatism of a white sorcerer. People on the street say that the wandering wizard has the most precious qualification of a black wizard—the ability to maintain a balance between lies and truth. From Zheng Qing’s perspective, Thomas is a black wizard like a wandering wizard, so he can only partially believe what Thomas says.

Anyway, it was a relief that Thomas admitted he didn’t use all the flesh he took from Zheng Qing’s arm last time for black magic experiments.

Zheng Qing weighed the cloth in his hand, silent for a moment.

"—Am I going to die?"

He finally asked the question that had worried him for a long time, perhaps realizing it was a weak question, he couldn’t help but add, "I’m not afraid of dying... Every second, more than one person dies in this world; no one is nobler than anyone else, I just..."

He pondered, unable to find more eloquent words.

From behind the white curtain, the two female voices chuckled again, but the laughter was somewhat suppressed.

This time, Zheng Qing was certain he recognized those voices, and couldn’t help but turn his head to look. However, the curtain was thick, and all he saw was the undulating waves of the curtain, not even a shadow.

And in his mind, he couldn’t find a fitting image to match.

After all, too many witches had chatted with him over the past few months, and he was a bit distracted now.

"No."

Thomas didn’t wait for the young man to finish before giving an answer without hesitation. Worried that those two words might not be convincing enough, he deliberately put down his work, looked up, and glanced at the young cost student.

"—Actually, your question is very imprecise."

The owner of the laboratory raised a finger and shook it seriously: "As you said, everyone in this world dies, it’s just a matter of time... But if your question is whether I will kill you, or whether you will die in this laboratory... I can tell you very clearly: no one will die, and no demon will die."

While saying the latter sentence, he had already lowered his eyelids and started sorting out the instruments on the test table again.

Strangely, at this moment, Zheng Qing clearly grasped the thought of this German who once served as his interviewer—Thomas’s last sentence was directed at the person, or rather the demon, behind the curtain.

Which means, is there one or two female demons behind the curtain?

Are they recently fallen or previously fallen?

Are they people he knows?

Or prey from the Land of Desolation?

Zheng Qing couldn’t help but glance at the white curtain several more times, but this time, no sound came from behind the curtain, only a slight undulation of the white curtain, seemingly in silent response to the laboratory owner.

When Thomas finished connecting those hoses and stood up, he then realized that Zheng Qing was still staring at the cloth on the test table, having not acted.

"—You better think clearly," he raised his eyebrows, kindly reminding: "This is where you’ll be lying later, so decide whether to clean it up a bit."

Zheng Qing gritted his teeth, came to his senses.

Too bullying!

He didn’t want to be the one wiping the table, but neither did he want to lie on the mess left by mutated ogres, so in the end, with a touch of sadness, he picked up the cloth.

Wiping from the end of the test table to the front.

Zheng Qing unexpectedly noticed a small tag hanging on the edge of the table, with two lines of slightly messy writing:

——Attention, the head of the test subject needs to be directed towards the door!!!

As if to remind the operator, the word ’Attention’ was underlined with red waves, and there were three heavily penned exclamation marks at the end of the sentence.

He instinctively followed the direction the test table was pointing, and indeed, on the seamless wall, saw the traces of what seemed like a door frame.

The young man’s peripheral gaze glanced at the laboratory owner.

Thomas was side-facing him, inspecting the blade of those rows of knives.

He breathed steadily, continued slowly and calmly cleaning the stains on the table, and after wiping the surface, he bent over to clean the stain-guard on the side of the test table.

As he bent over, his sleeve loosened, and a small black cat silently slid under the test table, but it didn’t immediately sneak away, instead curling up beneath the table.

This caution brought Zheng Qing some comfort.

"It’s done."

Thomas’s voice suddenly sounded in his ear, startling the boy with ulterior motives. Zheng Qing calmed his nerves, looked up, and saw the laboratory owner pointing at the gleaming table: "—Lie down."

Is it starting now?

I’m not ready yet!

Zheng Qing hesitated, dropped the cloth, suddenly turned back towards the bookshelf. Thomas didn’t mind the defiance of the test subject, only watched as Zheng Qing took a pillow from the coffin, tugging at the corners of his mouth without objection.

"I can lie comfortably, can’t I!"

Zheng Qing vigorously maintained a strong tone.

The laboratory owner shrugged, agreeing with the student’s suggestion in a very non-black wizard manner: "No problem, if you need an eye cover or ear plugs, I can provide..."

This doesn’t seem like a black wizard conducting illegal experiments.

Zheng Qing internally complained about the slightly bizarre conversation between them, steeled himself, and tried to stall for more time: "Then what anesthetic will you use? Explain first, I’m allergic to Mandrake Extract, react sluggishly to Red Onion Boletus or Cochin Button Mushrooms, Aconite is fine, but can’t be paired with Datura because I just had a vial of Toad Cinnabar as a pick-me-up this morning. Using these together might cause me to suddenly die on the test table... You don’t believe me, you can test one by one!"

He rambled on, and to enhance his credibility even more, he proactively rolled up his sleeve, exposing his arm to Thomas. According to his mental calculations, this series of tests would take at least an hour, ultimately buying him some extra time.

Thomas hesitantly glanced at his arm.

"The anesthesia may cause minor changes in the properties of the flesh... In high-level magic experiments, any slight change in properties can create unpredicted risks for the results, which needs to be carefully noted and appropriately avoided."

This response seemed somewhat off-topic.

Yet Zheng Qing wasn’t fooled by his words at all, only felt immensely horrified: "—Wait, what do you mean by ’appropriately avoided’? Are you saying no anesthesia? You plan to directly use those things to stab me?"

He pointed at the rows of gleaming surgical knives beside the test table, contorted face and voice shrill, almost roaring.

Thomas touched his nose.

Whistling, turned his head away.

—He turned away?!

Look me in the eyes, you soul light!