Nannik's lab.

Surrounded by a pile of crucibles, test tubes, beakers and crystal lamps, Roy lay on the cold operating table, allowing his fair plain hands to gently stroke his bare chest. The soft touch made his skin numb and goose bumps, and he twisted his body uneasy.

"Don't move!"

"Ms. Coral, I feel very uncomfortable. Can I move faster?"

"I can't be anxious. Be patient... I'll finish the check soon."

"I will give you five minutes at most...hiss... where will your hand be put...it won't work... let go of me!"

...

After a while, the sorcerer put down a tube of transparent liquid and stared at another tube of bright red blood with his eyes. His right index finger outlined a double triangle magic array in the air, and the blood instantly emitted colorful, bright or dark light.

"Blood oxygen content meets the standards."

"Heartbeat and blood pressure data are also excellent."

"I only took the prodrug from the Green Grass Trial and have a certain anti-toxic ability."

"Boy..." Coral blue eyes were full of bright colors, "Are you sure you were fourteen years old, instead of losing your memory for a while? Your physical fitness is better than that of an adult, and you are as strong as a cow."

Roy's eyes were red and his face was numb, like a good young man who was ruined by a female hooligan. At this time, he had no intention of answering the sorcerer's question and asked, "Is this what you said to simply check your body?"

"That's right..." The sorcerer patted his cheek with comfort, his fingertips burning hot, "Body, tears and other body fluids are also within the examination range."

"I'll repeat it again," Roy took a deep breath and sat up straight, "Don't fiddle with my body without authorization, otherwise you... don't need you, I can survive the trial!"

When the sorcerer heard this, he rubbed his small and delicate chin with his left hand and looked at him with a look like a mouse.

In her memory, a man of this age either had a flushed face when he saw him, or he was as stiff as a wooden man.

Most of them cannot violate her orders.

Roy's attitude was a bit strange, and he wanted to get close to him and was extremely restrained.

"What a weird boy, is this the self-esteem of a demon hunter?"

"This is my bottom line!"

"Then I will ask for your opinion next time. But first I have to tell you a cruel fact that under Rita's control, it will not be too easy for you to commit suicide."

"Uh..." Roy's vest chilled and immediately gave up the idea of ​​arguing with the sorcerer, "Remember your promise! Now that you are on the topic, what are your conclusions after checking?"

"The conclusion is-" The sorcerer Yingying turned her eyes to the boy's slightly opened lips, staring at his teeth like a horse's teeth. A few crystal clear fingers gestured in the air for a while, "...it's indeed fourteen years old..." She said to herself,

“This is both good news and bad news.”

“How to say it?”

"As an apprentice who is over-age, your physical condition is much better than most nine-year-old apprentices, and there will be gains and losses... Your physical condition is more stable than your children, and the process of mutation and remodeling will be more difficult and takes longer."

"Half a year should be enough, right?"

"It won't take half a year."

"Will that give me a definite success rate?"

"According to the records given by Resor, the chances of the Snake Apprentice passing the entire trial process were less than three-tenths, and you..." Coral entangled with his fingers and thought, "Now there is about 55% success rate."

"More than 50%?" Roy felt a little more confident in his heart, "that's not a risk."

"By the way, little Roy, do you know why the witch hunter's grass trials will choose children?"

"Because children are more likely to control and brainwash." Roy frowned and warned seriously, "Ms. Coral, please don't add a small word before my name."

“I’m just stating a fact.”

The sorcerer's fiery red lips came to his ears, "I'll give you a little more, my young body is full of vitality, so my physical strength and injury recovery ability are far more suitable for directional catalysis."

"What does directional catalysis mean?" Roy had a bad premonition.

"This is the first step we will take next. I will use hormone reagents to regulate your body and let your immunity and cell vitality enter a state of rapid development."

...

According to Coral, she split the entire trial process into three parts—hormonal catalysis, viral infection, and finally taking a series of grass reagents to induce mutations.

The first part of hormone catalysis requires the injection of quantitative adrenaline and other hormone substances into Roy's body every day for about a month to allow him to gradually adapt to the existence of hormones.

By the way, continue to take unfinished prodrugs.

But the sorcerer did not intend to use traditional oral or inject drugs, but—

"Wait, didn't we agree that Coral have agreed, what horrible things are you going to do to me?" Roy crossed his hands in front of him. Every time the beautiful sorcerer approached him, he took a step back.

The two of them circled the operating table two or three times.

In fact, Roy has long heard of adrenaline - this thing is usually used in first aid, giving people a chance to take a chance in the face of danger;

In the Wizard series, adrenaline is the witch hunter who is independently stimulated, helping them release various gorgeous ultimate moves. It can be said that whether it can inspire and use adrenaline to fight is one of the criteria for judging a qualified witch hunter.

Roy was very curious about this, but he was very uncomfortable with the first time he received a transformation.

"Your body is like an empty cave. It needs to be decorated and transformed simply to welcome new tenants. Be good, come here, I will be very gentle...it doesn't hurt at all."

"Coric, can you stop thinking about it? It is easy to be misunderstood, do you know?"

"You go around with me first...or do you want to continue flirting?"

Roy covered her forehead and couldn't do anything to her, but she still resisted firmly, "You must explain it to me first."

"Traditional technique..." The sorcerer's pretty face looked a little pleasant rosy, and he seemed to appreciate the other party's stubborn temperament. He said lightly, "It can only allow hormones to stay in your body for a short time and be decomposed and excreted. The effect cannot last long. This is one of the reasons why the success rate of green grass trials was so low in the past. And I will use the appropriate magical reconciliation method to allow hormones to be released slowly in your body and maintain an effective level, so that the ideal effect can be produced."

“What are the side effects?”

"Side effects?" The sorcerer raised his eyebrows and suddenly covered his mouth and giggled, "You will be in a relatively excited state for a long time. After a month, your appearance will also appear a little more mature."

Roy thought for a long time, but still succumbed to the clutches of the sorcerer.

Listening to her chanting a difficult and obscure ancient spell, then on the table in the distance, a black substance thinner than hair flew out from the test tube and pierced into his body in a flash.

His chest was slightly itchy, and he felt nothing abnormal after touching it.

"It's over?"

Magic needle?

The sorcerer wrapped his hands around his chest and said with great interest, "Or what do you think? The sky is falling and the earth is shattering, and the eyes are dizzy..."

"Huh..." Roy suddenly squirted out a burning breath, a rosy look on his cheeks, his heartbeats like a pounding, and his muscles spontaneously tensed.

This state is like waiting for the moment when the gun is starting line before the race is full of concentration and nervousness.

"I feel...I feel..."

The sorcerer's bright eyes swept over him and snapped his fingers playfully, "The effect is good. Do you feel so energetic that you have nowhere to vent? Just right - you should go to the temple courtyard!"

"What's the meaning?"

“Resor will teach you how to properly consume this part of your energy!”

...

Under the big tree in the temple courtyard.

"Boy, continue our training yesterday."

Roy nodded, his face turned red, and his nose was filled with heat.

After being injected into adrenaline by coral with magic, his health point suddenly increased the word "excitement", as if he entered a crazy state, his strength, agility, and physical strength attributes were all improved by 1 point, and his temper became irritable, and his chest seemed to have a fire.

"Are you excited and angry? But once you enter the battle and training, you must not let your emotions control judgments and strategies." Compared to yesterday, the witch hunter said more obviously, with a gloomy tone and fierce eyes, and he is provoking at any time.

He was further irritating.

But Roy wasn't fooled.

"Very good, you're still a little self-control. Keep your hands moving!" The witch hunter gently patted Roy's forearm, elbow, arm, shoulders, spine, waist and abdomen, and thighs, adjusting his subtle movements.

"Today I will further regulate your sword swing in the correct grip position."

"Why don't you teach footwork?" The young man seemed to have a mouthful of gunpowder under his tongue, and his voice was so loud that he was surprised.

"Because the sword must be swung before the footsteps, otherwise the opponent will judge your intention to attack based on your footsteps!"

...

"Now tighten your abdomen, and the strength of your arms must be twisted together, and the strength of your spine and waist."

"Don't have muscles as hard as iron buckets, as that will only waste your energy; don't be soft and no different from a woman's belly, otherwise you won't even kill a chicken."

"Okay, now feel the strength of your arms and keep the sword holding position... Press the shank with your left hand and lift it up, press it down with your right hand and chop it-stop!"

"Wow——" Amid the rustling wind, the vertical sword blade slashed down with thunder, but it forced to end in the horizontal position. The boy groaned, and a blood suddenly surged on his face.

"Your finger bones are shaking? That's because you use too much force! Unless you are 100% sure to kill your opponent with one blow, you can't use all your strength with any sword, which means you will reveal a flaw and give the opponent an opportunity to take advantage of it!"

"You have to learn to keep your strength so that you can have room for change. Usually you have to retain at least three points of your strength."

"Do it again!"

"Come again!"

"continue!"

...

The training continued until the sun set, the effect of the hormone was exhausted, and he slashed thousands of times, and his whole body was so sore that he could lift a finger and it was hard to lift it. Roy fainted directly.
Chapter completed!