Shepherd Tantra

Chapter 713 There is a Genius in the Spiritual Tower

In another room almost separated from the first-class cabin by the entire ship.

A middle-aged man with greasy and messy hair wiped the sweat from his forehead anxiously.

He grabbed the blond boy who was passing by and asked quickly when he frowned in pain, "Haven't you found Paul yet?"

"Have you told me yet—"

The young man yelled impatiently.

"What's not there?"

At this moment, a cold, hoarse and slow voice was heard.

A chill suddenly permeated the room, and people subconsciously looked in the direction where the sound came from.

He was a man who looked as thin as a ghost.

He looked to be about 40 or 50 years old, and his eyes were as deep as a lone wolf waiting for its prey. The man's back was a little hunched, and he leaned against the wall when he appeared at the door. Although he was wearing a neat suit, it looked a little slumped because it was a little too big and his shoulders couldn't support it. There was a dim yellow light in his eyes, which made him look sick.

He walked in slowly, and the others stopped talking and moving, greeted him and saluted:

"Professor Laxmi!"

"Good afternoon, Professor."

The middle-aged man called Professor Laxmi just nodded slightly without responding.

He stared at the man with messy hair and walked straight towards him.

The man was also startled and stood still like a student. The blond boy next to him also showed fear, but he didn't dare to run away. He could only glare at the middle-aged man next to him angrily, and then lowered his head.

"What's not there?"

Professor Laxmi walked closer and repeated his words in a low voice.

The blond boy spoke quickly: "Paul is missing, Assistant Coach Medel asked us to look for him..."

"Well, professor..."

The middle-aged man scratched his hair vigorously, brushing away the dandruff, and lowered his head and whispered: "Someone saw him when he boarded the ship before..."

But before he could continue speaking, Professor Rasimi interrupted Assistant Medel and asked, "Paul is missing?"

"……Yes."

Assistant coach Medel was speechless and could only nod.

"I asked you to keep an eye on him." Professor Laxmi frowned and said slowly.

"……Yes."

"So how did you do it?"

Professor Laxmi said softly, like a whisper between lovers: "You let him go?"

Medel was startled and immediately began to explain: "No, no, no, I said, when he was sailing, he clearly..."

"—you know, he's important."

Professor Raximi continued to interrupt Medel: "More important than all of you combined."

"Yes, yes, I know..."

Medel wiped the sweat off his face and kept bowing and nodding.

At this moment, Professor Raximi placed a finger quietly on Medel's forehead.

In an instant, the whole room fell silent. Medel dared not move, and Professor Laxmi was as dead as a dead corpse.

Everyone watched this scene in silence, and the sound of the waves that was originally drowned out by the words became particularly clear.

wow-

wow-

Perhaps only a dozen seconds had passed, but to Medel it felt like several minutes had passed.

Finally, Professor Laxmi's fingers slowly curled and retracted.

Seeing that Medel did not die immediately, the voices of "relief" rang out at the same time, almost forming a continuous, clearly audible sigh in the narrow room. But people soon realized how rude this would be, and immediately returned to silence. Medel still maintained his previous posture, motionless.

——He was petrified.

In addition to becoming a stone statue, being completely immobilized and unable to move can also be considered a form of petrification. This is also an application of preservation - living preservation.

"This is the third time, Medel. I'll give your father some slack... but there won't be a next time."

Professor Laxmi's hoarse and unpleasant voice slowly sounded: "You'd better hope that I can find Paul back."

He put his hands behind his back, and his cold face, like a corpse, scanned the entire room and ordered, "Do what you should do."

In an instant, the frozen crowd suddenly regained its liveliness and vitality——

They maneuvered the tall and heavy wooden barrels that shared the room with them to the window and poured out all the biological specimens purchased from the Theocracy and the preservation fluid inside.

Everyone seemed to be trying hard to show how hardworking and serious they were at work - even the sound of moving the barrels was so clear.

"——Be quiet, this is a secret operation."

Professor Laxmi's sarcastic voice sounded again: "Are you building a building? Or does anyone want to lay the foundation? I will be the first to satisfy him when I return."

In an instant, work became quiet again.

The students worked quietly - silently but extremely quickly.

Professor Laxmi frowned and looked around the room, but he didn't seem to find the other person he was looking for. He raised his eyebrows and left quietly without saying a word.

After he left, the students in the cabin breathed a sigh of relief, and the speed of work also slowed down significantly.

It took a long time before Medel was able to resume his movements.

First, his fingers twitched. Then his eyelids began to blink, and tears flowed out. After a long while, he knelt on the ground in embarrassment, gasping for breath and hitting his shoulders and waist with his hands. But no other students in the room paid any attention to him.

Students coming and going passed by him, but almost no one looked at him.

"I'm here to help too!"

Assistant coach Medel took a breath, then stood up and squeezed over on his own.

the other side.

Aleister drummed his fingers on the armrest of the sofa, lost in thought.

"More details."

She suddenly spoke up and asked Paul, "How exactly do you plan to proceed?"

Dimitri on the side answered quickly: "It means dumping the 'noose' we brought into the sea..."

“That’s the whole thing.”

Paul interrupted Dimitri and started from the beginning: "Generally speaking, we use normal concentrations when used as preservatives. And we always have a job -

"Because Xingti and Parthia are not adjacent to each other, and the port is controlled by goblin merchants, the ships of the snakemen and lizardmen of Parthia cannot come in. So when we need to trade with the Parthia people, we will choose to do it through the Theocracy."

"What deal?" Aleister asked.

"Human specimens. We need a large number of specimens of species other than humans... The study of necromancy consumes a large number of corpses, and Xingbi is reluctant to give us even human corpses."

Paul replied, "But the Theocracy does not allow the buying and selling of human tissue, nor does it allow the slave trade. Therefore, the Parthians adopted another trading model - they brought some slaves directly to the Theocracy, and then asked us to turn them into 'zombie' specimens. In other words, it is us who provide the service, not them... and the Theocracy allows the provision of rituals, alchemy, or necromancy processing."

“Then how can the Parthians make a profit?”

Aleister asked in detail: "They can't pay you to give you the body, right?"

"——Because custom specimens require a lot of time and effort, and it is also easy to damage the body, or fail to maintain the highest quality standards... The highest quality specimens can be directly used for necromancy research, or for the production of high-level undead, which requires very high technology.

"So after the deceased gave us a 20% 'deposit', we would pay a large 'deposit' in return to ensure that they were intact. Because the process was complicated and the production was difficult, the amount of this deposit was much higher than the deposit... So in the end, we paid the money and returned with the corpse."

Paul said calmly, "After that... there was no after. The deposit was just a deposit, and they 'withheld' it. After that, we just need to write another letter to inform them that 'all the bodies have been destroyed and the transaction is cancelled', and then the matter is over. The bodies have indeed been destroyed - they have all been used to improve the students' level of preservation and necromancy."

...how smart.

Aleister sighed: "There is a genius in the Spiritual Tower..."

(End of this chapter)