"Yeah, isn't this our busy man, Miss Donna? Why do you have time to come here to drink?"

After Donna left the laboratory, she went to the Hanmo Tavern, which was specially opened for scholars. As soon as she entered the door, she had just verified her identity through the membership card and heard a familiar voice coming from a distance.

"Um?"

Clock, who had only appeared in her conversation with the crow not long ago, was holding a wine glass with a frivolous expression.

"We are here to celebrate, so are you?"

Donna knocked him away, walked straight to the table, and chatted with the woman in a long skirt and preparing wine.

Clock spread his hands to his companions, saying that he had not gotten the result, and then he was reluctant to come to Donna and put his elbow on her shoulder.

"Don't be so stingy. I won't laugh at you. Research always requires patience. We all know this...what? You ask our magic pet? That's just an accident, a lucky accident..."

Donna, who didn't ask anything at all, looked at Clock's elbow, and his sleeves that had been stained with two drops of wine, and pulled the corners of his lips.

"I think that was an accident, too."

She held her chin with one hand and looked at Clock.

"But congratulations, I still have to learn so seriously, and I believe I will be able to obtain the status of a registered fertility candidate soon?"

As soon as this sentence came out, Clock's face instantly became ugly.

Donna, who successfully hit the heart, covered her mouth artificially and said sarcastically: "Oh, no, right? There is no one who really plans to be a mouse in the gutter for the rest of her life, right?"

Clock smiled and said nothing, "Then you don't have to worry about it."

Donna picked up the wine glass, took a sip, and replied with a smile: "What a coincidence, I have the same attitude towards our research."

Clock, who was ridiculed, returned to his companions with a calm face. The joy of making breakthrough progress in breeding magic pets instantly faded a lot.

Not long after, the group left the tavern together.

The busy woman in front of the wine table raised her head, looked at the backs of several people who were hurried away, and chuckled.

"Clock has a strong sense of self-esteem. If you stabbed this way, I guess I can't sleep tonight."

Donna snorted coldly and said to Natalia, who seemed to be standing up for trouble: "People with strong self-esteem will not choose to do such a subject."

Natalia paused and looked up at her.

The light silver eyes seem to have a magic that can penetrate people's hearts.

After being looked at by these silver-white eyes, Donna soon couldn't resist it.

She put the cup in her hand on the table, looked at the splashing wine and said, "Ah, yes, I admit that I am just taking personal revenge!"

"Isn't it possible?"

"When they killed the new profession I created, they showed no mercy."

Natalia sighed, "In fact, they didn't stop you from continuing to develop your new career..."

Yes, they just criticized it from head to toe, from hair to soles.

Donna collapsed and pressed her head on her arm, and said dejectedly: "It's all denied to such a level, how can I keep going? Do I want to save face?"

Natalia didn't agree.

"Those bastards, don't beautify 'cruel' into 'gent' at all times..."

"What's gentleness..."

"You're drunk."

Natalia said in a statement tone.

"I don't!"

Donna turned the wine glass over and watched the last drop of wine dripping on the table, her tone was disdainful.

"It's only one drink. If you can get drunk, why should you come to a tavern..."

As she said that, she slowly closed her eyes and her breath gradually grew.

Natalia, who had just washed a cup, sighed when she saw this, wiped her hands with the handkerchief hanging beside her, stretched out her finger and pointed it at Donna's eyebrows.

"Go home."

"Have a good dream."

...

The next morning, when Donna woke up, she was already at her own home.

The memory was completely broken in the tavern, and Donna had no impression of how it came back afterwards.

However, it was obviously not the first time she had experienced such a thing. After looking at the time and confirming that she was not late, she changed into clothes and rushed towards the laboratory.

When I arrived at my destination, it happened to be working hours. Donna tidied up her hair and walked into the room.

When she passed by the main laboratory, she noticed with sharp eyes that among the total of the topics hanging on the wall, the old lady who was responsible for the crow, which was smelly and long as the foot binding cloth, had been crossed off.

And the approver is the crow himself.

It seemed that he finally woke up and decided to give up that stupid subject.

A smart choice.

Donna, who was thinking this in her heart, turned her head again, glanced at the record on the research results with a very disdainful look that seemed to be giving alms.

As expected, the information of "B-level magic pet sound bird" has been logged on it.

She cleared her throat and confirmed that there was no one around her. Then she quickly approached and checked the specific information about this B-level magic pet.

【Demon Pet Name: Sound and Rhyme Bird】

[Gender: Male] (Judgement is based on feather color)

[Race Level: b] (Evaluation basis: Submit information by the fertility selector)

[Individual Qualifications: b] (No extraordinary points were found in the current testing)

[Introduction to the Magic Pet: A magic pet that uses sound as a weapon has extraordinary extraordinary qualifications and is of great value for cultivation.] (The rest of the characteristics are still to be discovered) Gu Feng

[Skill: Sound attack, loud roar] (The rest is to be discovered)

...

A lot of uncertain information made Donna roll her eyes and her heart instantly became much more balanced.

She withdrew her gaze and walked towards the depths as if she had done nothing.

Although I guessed it this way yesterday, after seeing the result, Donna confirmed her guess even more.

That guy Clock was indeed lucky enough to breed a B-level magic pet. His own level has not yet developed to that level.

He opened his room with the ID card, and Donna sighed while taking the notebook to pour water.

No wonder he was so happy that he even invited guests to a tavern to drink. This kind of winning thing was a matter of finally happening, but it was not a celebration.

After belittling Clock in his heart, Donna opened the experimental records of herself and the crow, and after the last experiment conducted yesterday, she drew a terminator.

"Tsk."

Throwing a thick record book onto the table, Donna leaned back on the sofa as if she had no bones.

The soft special sofa sanks downwards a trace of a person. Donna enjoys the comfort of being buried in the clouds, but her expression gradually becomes serious.

Whether it is luck or strength, the fact is that Clock's current progress is far above her and the Crow.

Although Donna despises Clock, she does not despise him.

That guy was a serious researcher and scholar at least. Even though the birth of the B-level magic pet was an accident, with this accident, his understanding of the "field" should be enough to advance a lot.

The significance of the "field" theory in breeding magic pets has been verified accordingly through many experiments.

Donna's authority is not enough to allow her to obtain all the information related to it, but one thing that can be clarified is that the "field" theory is indeed a very important theory and has extremely high application value.

It even has the potential to become one of the core theories of Lalaye City.

This quasi-core theory has made great contributions to Clock's and his team's efficiency.

Watching the star-falling demon sneaking out of her hair and starting to swing on the table, Donna stretched out her finger and poked its face, and suddenly became a little curious about Dean, who was thousands of miles away.

.

What structure does a person’s brain need to create such a magical life?

It's like a monster.

If you have the chance, I really want to ask him.

However, after a brief curiosity, Donna calmed down again.

Unfortunately, due to the limitations of the rules, she could not reveal these research results. Even if she met, she could not communicate with Dean about related topics.

...not having fun.

Her interest faded a lot in an instant.

There is no way, who made these experiments be conducted based on the specific information submitted by professionals. If it is spread, it will have some negative impact on the reputation of Lalaye City, which will make it willing to take the profession.
To be continued...