Laboratory under the Temple Island.

The blazing flames in the brazier illuminate a series of figures—

As anxious as an ants on a hot pan, Oaks and Lambert were constantly spinning around.

Expressionless Resor, Escar, Kayan, Geralt.

With his hands wrapped around his chest and leaning against the wall, his eyes were looking forward, and his expression was slightly nervous, Visermere, Threate, Aiden...

The witch hunters guarded a closed metal door, like an old father waiting for the birth of a child outside the delivery room.

I don’t know how long it took before everyone’s patience was about to run out.

"Kaz——"

A crack was opened to the door.

The cat-evil walked out, with deep fatigue on his loose cheeks, and his face was pale and bloodless.

The originally tall figure was hunched over, and the gray-green pupils lost their former spirit.

Faced with a bunch of anticipated eyes, he leaned against the dark and thick wall without saying a word.

He rubbed his face weakly.

Everyone's hearts were thrilled.

Failed?

"Maoqi, why is it like a dead child? Don't tell me something happened to Carl!" Ox grabbed his shoulder and shook it.

The latter lowered his head dejectedly, remained silent, and his expression was completely buried in the shadows.

Lambert had already strode into the door and headed straight to the operating table in the center of the laboratory—

The boy was wearing a gray silk robe and lay quietly on it, closing his eyes lightly, motionless.

Compared to before the trial, his facial features were obviously mature, and his jawbone contracted, but he was still pretty, clean and clean, without any trace of dust.

It seems that I have left this world and fallen into eternal sleep.

Roy stood not far away, beside a row of stalactites that emerged vertically from the ground, holding one hand around the sorcerer's slender waist, holding her hand in the other hand, comforting her softly in her ear.

The sorcerer's pale pretty face leaned against the witch hunter's arms, and tears were faintly slim at the corners of his eyes, feeling pitiful.

"Where are the fruits of the Golden Oak? Why not save him?!"

Lambert's arms trembled and stretched towards the boy. The witch hunters behind him looked heavy, and a hint of sadness was condensed in his eyes.

Until Lambert frowned and muttered with a strange expression,

“It’s OK to touch.”

"Um..." The boy felt the touch of his forehead, and suddenly he murmured and sat up straight, staring at him, and several pairs of bright vertical pupils staring at him.

Carl was shocked, his amber eyes shrank into a slit like a furry cat.

"Teacher Lambert...Teacher Wissemill...Why are everyone here?"

"Damn it, Cat Eagle, Roy, Rita Need, dare to tease us!"

"Hehe! Everyone, our acting skills are good, right?"

The sorcerer giggled.

Roy couldn't help but smile. It was a long time since I saw this group of companions lose their composure, and it was a different kind of fun.

The group of people was furious at first, but their anger lasted for a moment, and they couldn't help but smile.

They traveled thousands of miles to gather in Nuocheng and joined this simple organization, wasn’t it just for this moment?

Welcome the new witch hunter.

And now, all the efforts and efforts in the past few months have paid off!

Everything is worth it!

Everyone looked excited and extended a hand of caring to the primary school apprentice.

Carl, who had not yet figured out the situation, had a flash of eyes before him, and countless muscles and arms submerged him.

The witch hunters touched him like crazy.

"Haha!" He laughed so happily, Maojiu put on his sunglasses again, walked to his disciple with his head held high and his chest raised.

"I don't even see who Carl is? I have been caring for half a year carefully, how could it fail?"

"It's just a trial of grass!"

"Who was worried at first and never left her step? She sighed all day long," Oaks said disdainfully, "What's more, what does Carl's trial have to do with you! Thanks to the help of the sorcerer!"

"Of course, it is undeniable that Ms. Rita Need has made the most contribution." Maojiu looked at the sorcerer who held the little brother's arm with gratitude, "She has spent countless efforts in the past few months."

"But without a responsible teacher, Carl couldn't stand it even if he was inspired and motivated day and night. Right, little monkey?"

"Hey, have you touched enough? Stop it!"

Seret rescued the boy from the sea of ​​men and looked at him with concern, "Carl, tell me, how do you feel? Are there any sequelae?"

The man who was almost touched to a bald head turned white and fell on the operating table. He took a few breaths and returned to normal after a long time.

"I..." A trace of fear flashed in his eyes, and the days when life was worse than death came into his mind.

Lying on the operating table, twitching and rolling like a maggot.

An invisible sharp knife kept scratching between the bones and internal organs.

You can't even be in a coma.

I can only survive.

He was worse than death, and he cried so hard that he was so tired that he had more tears during this period than in the past nine years.

During this period, he even stopped his heartbeat three times as he passed the description of Mr. Rita.

He vowed not to do it again!

But the pain has passed.

The boy clenched his fists, felt unprecedented energy, and a strong sense of confidence surged in his heart.

"Teacher Rita has checked it, there are no sequelae, I feel great!"

He jumped off the operating table, barefoot, and quickly circled around a group of seniors.

Only then did everyone realize that in the past six months, Carl's body has changed a lot, no longer so weak, and his body size is comparable to a twelve or thirteen-year-old child, rather than a nine-year-old boy.

He held the air with both hands, stood at his waist, spread his feet forward and backward, straightened his upper body and relaxed his shoulders, making a standard plowing position.

"Swish--"

However, because the attributes of the surge are not yet familiar with.

His movements were drastically deformed and distorted!

Roy's pupils condensed slightly.

Carl

Age: 9

Gender: Male

Identity: Flying Lion and Monster Warrior

Life: 160

Magic: 90

property:

Strength: 4→9

Agility: 4→9

Physical constitution: 4→16

Perception: 5→8

Will: 5→6

Charm: 5→6

Spirit: 5→8

Skill:

Long Sword Specialization LV1

...

Roy sighed.

"Is this a mutation for children of appropriate age? It has increased by thirty points, which is ten points more than my first time taking the medicine."
To be continued...