Chapter 104

After giving the order, Adam turned around and walked towards his office. Thanks to his hard work and training over the past ten years, he no longer needed to do the tedious experiment himself. He only needed to verify the accuracy of the experiment data and then summarize it.

The assistants had their doubts, but Adam had always believed in this path. The establishment of the theory was in the same vein. There was no reason that the previous research could be established, but the most important part was not. He believed that it was just that they had not found the right method.

"Maybe a completely scientific method of verification is not scientific in this world." This was a guess that Adam came up with after ten years of failure. He designed a second set of experiment plans, which was to change the experiment completely away from Ether into the experiment using Ether as a quantity. As the prerequisites were very mature, he believed that he could reach a conclusion in a short period of time.

"Master, you don't have to be so strict with yourself. After becoming an official mage, you will become a long-lived species. As long as you don't die, you will have unlimited time to do research. After the soul sublimates, your wisdom will also increase. Instead of struggling now, it's better to be promoted directly." The Devil appeared in front of Adam and spoke like an old man.

Adam did not even look at it. He was busy sorting out the large number of experiment reports. The Devil was bored and walked out of the door.

"Wait a minute." Adam suddenly called out to it. "Take my identity token and allocate the next phase of funding to each laboratory. Double the previous standard."

Now that Adam had become rich, he did not care about the cost of the experiment. Although the monthly funding from the academy was not small, Adam did not care about it. He used his own funds to maintain the research.

"What a waste of energy stones. If you have the energy, you might as well give it to me …" The Devil muttered and walked out of the office. Every month, it was the most painful day for it. Its master wasted so much energy every month, and it, Garfield, had to rely on cheating to have fun.

Adam did not want to talk to it. After more than ten years together, the relationship between master and servant had eased a lot. Adam would give it a considerable amount of 'living expenses' every month, but the Devil always had the ability to spend it all in a few days.

After a while, the Devil returned to the office. He reluctantly handed the identity token to Adam and said, "Master, James is about to die."

Adam looked up at it.

"I can feel that his life force is constantly weakening. His powerful mental strength has become a burden. His body needs to allocate a large portion of its vitality to support his Psychokinesis. If this continues, he won't be able to live for more than a year," the demon said gloomily.

It was probably because it had lived with humans since it was born. Compared to its kind, it was more sentimental. It was hard to imagine that a Devil would worry about the life and death of a human.

Adam was silent for a moment, but he didn't say anything in the end.

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Three months flew by. Monte Carlo's apprentices did not have any impact on Adam's life. He only occasionally heard his assistants talk, and their words were full of complaints. It was obvious that they or their companions were looked down upon. However, no one bothered Adam because of this. They all knew that Adam hated this kind of trivial matter.

James asked Adam for a leave of absence. His body was aging faster and faster. The Devil estimated that he would not be able to last a year, so he walked out of the laboratory and bought a dose of Psychokinesis Burning Potion.

This was the last effort he could make. At the last moment of his life, if he still could not advance, he would choose to inject this potion. Either he would sublimate in the burning potion, or he would die completely.

Unlike more than ten years ago when he was almost kicked out of the door, he was now very powerful. Psychokinesis was perfectly circulating around him. The magic contained in the Mage Armor was incomparably abundant. Every strand of Psychokinesis that escaped would interact with the elements in the outside world. However, James blocked all of them because he had completely given up on the path of the elements.

In the practice of Psychokinesis Meditation, James had reached the peak of the apprentice stage. Psychokinesis had become a part of him, far more convenient than controlling the body.

"I really don't know what the meaning of this exchange is. The apprentices here are simply a flock of sheep. Naive, cowardly, and without any fighting power."

Psychokinesis had become James's eyes and ears, allowing him to easily hear the subtle conversation in the distance. Hearing these rude words, he raised his head and looked forward.

"Francis." James's eyes narrowed as he recognized the apprentice who had spoken. It was an old acquaintance of his. During the Battle of the Spire, this person had single-handedly killed his entire apprentice team. Only he had escaped with his life.

Monte Carlo's team of apprentices walked on the road. In front of Francis was a constantly spinning vortex, sweeping up all the apprentices who did not have time to get out of the way and violently blowing them in all directions. They could clearly fly, but they chose to walk. It was obviously to humiliate the Moldova College's apprentices.

The apprentices of Moldo Academy were angry, but they did not dare to say anything. Moldo's rules forbade sneak attacks, and they could apply for a duel if they wanted to fight. The apprentices of Monte Carlo began to strictly abide by the rules after they were killed by mages because of their arrogance. However, as long as someone challenged them to a duel, they would kill them without hesitation. Many people had died because of this in the past few months.

Francis was even more disdainful. "A bunch of cowards. It seems that after that batch of trash died, Moldo no longer has any glory to speak of. Look at this bunch of trash. Research? Knowledge? How laughable. They can't even protect themselves. So what if they have knowledge? " As he spoke, a gust of wind rose in front of him, blowing a large number of apprentices in front of him away. This was not magic, but an application of the wind element. It would not cause any harm to the apprentices, so it would not attract the attention of the college's enforcers.

The gust of wind came in front of James. He sighed silently. Psychokinetic automatic defense had suppressed the wind. He had just wanted to leave, but when he thought of the miserable state his companions were in, he chose to stay.

He had escaped for his entire life. Would he continue to escape before he died?

"I can't be a coward for my entire life, right, James?" He said to himself self-deprecatingly.

Francis felt the gust of wind dissipate. He coldly raised his head and looked in front of him. For a moment, he was stunned. "Such an old apprentice?" Most apprentices could maintain their youth until the end of their lives. James' situation was indeed rare, and this attracted Francis' attention.

"Who are you? Does it look familiar? "Francis thought for a while and asked with uncertainty.