Chapter 1286 A Legend Can Make Me Bow?

"I can not stand it any more!"

On the fifth day of the research, a heartbreaking roar finally sounded in the laboratory.

With a roar, an elf raised the syringe in his hand high and smashed it on the ground. There was a crisp sound and fragments flew everywhere:

"I can't do it anymore! Why do I keep torturing these rabbits!"

In the entire laboratory, the other eleven elves stopped and turned to look at him. Elder Fahim frowned:

"Seymour!—What's your attitude?!"

"I don't want to do it anymore!" Seymour roared with red eyes, his golden hair tangled like tangled grass:

"I just want to learn healing skills, why do you have to force me to torture these rabbits!"

"Hey! No one is forcing you to learn, okay!"

Cerela yelled angrily. While shouting, she rushed towards him like a whirlwind. I didn't even have time to put down the injection needle in my hand, the cold light was shining...

Behind and around, several elves were so frightened that they broke into cold sweats. Those who stretch out their hands to make a false stop, those who throw the force field barrier, those who throw the force field barrier:

With a click, the three gravity field barriers shattered layer by layer. Two young female elves opened their arms and tried their best to block Seymour:

"Don't! Don't!"

Not to mention whether this silver dragon girl could break Seymour into several pieces with a hammer blow with all her strength, could this injection needle poke a transparent hole in him?

"Serila, don't do it."

Grete spoke softly.

Serira braked suddenly and looked back at him. It wasn't until she stopped that the elves around her breathed a sigh of relief:

Thank God there are still people who can control this young lady.

He was a guest from afar, and he was also an honored guest. If he really got angry and started to attack, Seymour didn't seem to have any good solution except lying down and getting hammered...

Grete came over slowly and threw a [Repair Technique] first. The broken syringe was automatically put back together, the glass piece returned to its original position, and the needle changed from curved to straight.

Next, the cleaning technique comes down and the syringe is cleaned from top to bottom to remove visible dirt.

Finally, the mage's hand flew out, grabbed the smashed and contaminated syringe, and threw it into the sharps box, waiting to be sent to the group for high-temperature sterilization.

After this round was completed calmly and slowly, Gretel turned to Seymour. With deep eyes, she looked at him quietly without saying a word.

Seymour was a little panicked by him. Take a step back, take another step forward, and repeat loudly:

"I don't want to do it anymore!"

"If you don't want to do it, I'll ask you to get out." Before others scolded, blocked, or begged for mercy, Grete replied very smoothly:

"I'm not begging you to do it. Of course, if you don't want to do it, you can't continue learning."

Seymour froze. He looked down at his hands, reluctantly, and said softly:

"If you don't learn, you won't learn..."

"So far, I have taught less than one-third of the content of this spell." Gretel looked into his eyes quietly:

"So, I hope you won't use this spell after you leave here."

Seymour's face fell instantly. Looking to the left, Elder Fahim’s face was as sinking as water, and he didn’t say a word;

Looking to the right, the two female elves who were blocking Cerela before had embarrassment on their faces. They were looking at the sky and the earth, but not at him...

"Can't you use what you have learned...?"

He muttered quietly, not holding out much hope. Not to mention that he hasn't learned it yet, even if he has learned it, he probably won't be able to ask for mercy——

This spell was invented by Gretel and taught by Gretel. Gretel said, if he is kicked out of the school, he will be kicked out. If he is not allowed to use it, he will not be allowed to use it.

Grete looked at him with a straight face and said nothing. Seymour lowered his head and walked out of the laboratory with small steps.

From beginning to end, no one in the huge laboratory said a word for him.

Grete watched him exit the laboratory without saying a word, disappeared out the door, snorted, and continued to conduct experiments.

The whole afternoon's experiment ended. When Gretel returned to his residence, he saw a white-haired elf with Seymour standing outside the door of his residence.

This white-haired elf Gretel knew was one of the instructors of the Magic Academy, Alamire Silverleaf, a legendary master of healing.

Just as he was about to salute and greet him, Alamir smiled at him and nodded. Then he slapped Seymour hard on the head, making him bend over:

"Apologize!"

Seymour took advantage of the situation and bowed vigorously. While bending down, he whispered:

"I'm sorry... I shouldn't have thrown the syringe... I shouldn't have disturbed the order of the laboratory... I shouldn't have said that I didn't want to do it anymore..."

Gretel listened expressionlessly, until he couldn't speak anymore, the legend of Alamir sneered:

"That... Nordmark mage, Seymour Emmagil, is young, energetic, and ignorant. Since he has been on the frontline for treatment, do you think... can you give him a chance?"

"young?"

Grete looked up. Say you are young in front of me? Adult elves, elves who can go on the battlefield, must be over a hundred years old, right?

Alamir choked. He hesitated and said:

"That... is a child of the Gem Flower family after all..."

"You want to say, 'After all, we are all children of the Gem Flower Family', right?" Grete said softly. Seeing the other person choke again, he smiled instead:

“My mother was sealed in a tree meditating all year long, and my father couldn’t go back even if something happened to him;

The women of the Gemstone Flower family, one by one, are dedicated to appeasing the ancient tree. Even when I came back, no one came to see me;

A boy from the Gemstone Flower family, wasting my kindness like this? "

Alamir Silverleaf's face also stiffened.

Seymour is his grandson and a child he has taught in the magic academy and is very optimistic about. If not for this, he wouldn't have come to intercede...

"This, this, is indeed Seymour's fault. Look at this, let him come to your laboratory and apologize to you in public. Besides -"

With a glance, Seymour Emma Gill quickly took out a box and held it forward with both hands. Alamir Silverleaf added next to him:

"Here are some materials for natural spells, as well as notes on two of my original spells. As an apology, please forgive him for his recklessness."

"You don't need to say anything." Gretel raised a palm with the palm facing outward to stop him from speaking:

"I will not include anyone who throws things in my laboratory and claims to quit doing it a second time. Of course, I will not ban the spread of this spell on Evermeet Island. He can learn it from others in the future. ——”

"Well, tomorrow, the old man can take him to your laboratory and personally take him to apologize to you, wouldn't it be okay?"

"No." Grete smiled. Without waiting for Alamir to speak, he immediately said:

“I know you’re a legend, and I respect you—and every legend on Evermeet—so much.

However, even if you are a legend and want me to change my mind and bow to you, that is impossible. "

In an instant, Alamir's expression changed from "silver leaf" to silver leaf that had been oxidized for decades.

"What the old man didn't want to say - you are in the treatment field.

Research, is it really necessary to torture so many rabbits? "