Don't disturb the sorcerer's scientific research

I treat you as my boss, but you want to be my...

She struggled to think about what the relationship was between her and calling her grandmother "sister", but she couldn't figure it out. She was good at numbers, but not this.

Gillianis took another swig and said, "Originally, he was the fifth boyfriend I felt was my true love, and most importantly, he lived a long time, didn't he?"

"really."

"I really wanted to live with him at the time, but one day, I suddenly realized that he just wanted a powerful elf-spawn. I couldn't beat him, so I had to resort to this method."

"Oh, that was really gross, what happened next?"

"Then he died. I killed him."

Gillianis spoke calmly, with full aura, taking a deep puff from her pipe. If she hadn't exhaled into the bubbles at the end, she would have looked like a gangster boss.

"Damn."

As a professional listener, you must know how to give constant feedback to the storyteller.

"However, in the process of killing him, I found the magic of the vampires very interesting, so I studied it for a while. You should be very interested."

Unexpected gains are the reward for experienced melon-eaters.

Jia Xiu hurriedly asked, "Did you find anything?"

"It's not much serious stuff, just bits and pieces. I wrote them all down in a notebook."

"Then can I take a look?"

"Of course." Gillianis snapped her fingers, and a large colorful parrot with a wingspan of more than one meter flew over, holding a thick notebook and dropped it accurately on the coffee table.

Finally I met a real druid.

Jia Xiu looked at the notes. Given their thickness, the time they had spent in grandma's mouth might have been much longer than he thought.

He opened the notebook, and the content inside perfectly matched what he was researching. It was so useful.

"Can I borrow your notes to study?"

"Of course, I can, but I have a strong connection with this notebook. I still flip through it when I have nothing to do, so I can't borrow it for too long."

"It certainly won't be long."

Jia Xiu thought that if it really didn't work, he would just borrow it for a day and start some sage time. No matter whether he understood it or not, he would just have to memorize it. Before he could say how long he would borrow it for, Gillianis spoke first.

"Two years, at most I'll lend it to you. Don't call me stingy, sister. You must return it to me after two years, otherwise we can no longer be brothers."

Chapter 111 Shocking! Jia Xiu actually did that to his mentor!

Studying Gillianis's notes was more difficult than expected.

First of all, her rank is too high. Not only is the magic ring level she studies relatively high, but you can often see such content as "easy to obtain", "proof", "obviously", "the place cannot be opened in lowercase, so I won't write about it" and so on. It has a strong anti-self-study system.

Fortunately, as a powerful druid, Gillianis was very easy to talk to. She answered whatever I asked and drank it immediately. It was pure alcohol.

The only difference between Gillianis and the village uncle Jia Xiu had met that year was that Gillianis's hands did not shake.

Maybe this is the advantage of being a Archdruid. He may be a drunkard, but he won’t get alcohol poisoning.

The downside is that Gillianis will talk nonsense when she is happy, so Jia Xiu needs to solve the puzzle again to see which parts are correct, just to consolidate his knowledge.

She will also tell about her complicated love history, where Jia Xiu learns about Mia's human grandfather.

The old man is an ordinary cook who won Gillianis's heart by cooking delicious food.

Their relationship did not break down, but it ended in vain.

Specifically, when the old man was in his forties, Gillianis returned to the elves to perform a somewhat time-consuming mission.

When the old man died, the grass on his grave was three meters high. He was 62 years old. It was remarkable for an ordinary person in that era to live to that age.

But this was a big shock to Gillianis.

If converted into human time scale, for Gillianise it was like "being transferred to work in another place not long ago, and returning home to find that her husband was dead and her children were already pregnant."

From then on she only looked for those who lived longer.

In addition to preventing self-study, this notebook also has a problem.

It is based on elven magic.

Although elven magic has a lot in common with human magic, and has far more in common than vampire magic, there are still differences in some minor details.

I can only think of it as an advance understanding of the elves' magic.

The numerous difficulties made Jia Xiu feel as if he was back in that distant afternoon before the exam week, when he opened the 99% new textbook.

I can recognize all the words, but I can't understand any of the questions.

The good news is that the difficulty does bring benefits. After a few days of studying, Jia Xiu has made considerable progress in his understanding of vampire spells.

He began to reverse engineer some basic vampire rune principles, and began to use other runes to bypass the vampire system to achieve the original effect.

That is what he has been studying, the enchantment on the vampire fang that can make people feel high while their blood is being sucked.

As long as it is successful, the enchanted object will take effect when it comes into contact with the skin, which is absolutely practical.

"Don't report a mistake, don't report a mistake..."

Jia Xiu muttered to himself as he made the final change on the magic book, waiting for the result to come out.

The first time I simulated "running" on the magic book, the error message was all red. I spent a lot of time modifying it before I finally located the last error and corrected it.

But he was afraid that after changing this, a bunch of new errors would appear.

As we all know, the process of fixing bugs is also the process of producing new bugs.

"Master, God of Magic, von Neumann, Turing, God of All Machines, may you bless me..."

After a brief delay, a striking bright color appeared on the magic book.

Jia Xiu frowned and looked carefully.

Orange and yellow are warnings, not errors, so everything is fine.

As long as it works, the warning can be temporarily ignored.

He familiarized himself with it a few times and found that the spell was not difficult and he was able to cast it successfully soon.

The next step is to find something to enchant and try it out.

Jia Xiu looked around and saw quite a few decorative items, but it wasn't a good idea to use other people's things for experiments.

After all, we are all "brothers".

Moreover, one could never be sure which of the ornaments in Gillianis's house is a cultural relic that is hundreds of years old.

After much deliberation, Jia Xiu decided to enchant his right hand directly.

Test it yourself after enchanting.

This is an experiment conducted purely for academic purposes, without any additional bad ideas, and it is absolutely dedicated to the truth.

I believed everything Jia Xiu said.

After carefully completing the enchantment on his right hand, he looked at this familiar yet unfamiliar right hand, which was faintly shrouded in a layer of magical light, took a deep breath, and prepared to complete the final test.

"Jia Xiu!"

The door of the room was pushed open violently.

"The opening ceremony is tomorrow. We're rehearsing today and getting our uniforms ready to go out."

It was Margaret.

As one of the leading teachers, Margaret did not have to stay in the wooden house arranged for the students. The accommodation conditions were much better, so she did not follow Jia Xiu and the others to stay at Gillianis's house.

However, I have been here several times in the past few days. As a team leader, how can I not care about the students' situation?

However, during the few times I came here, I didn't bring any useful information, but I did become quite familiar with Gillianis.

One person and one elf, drinking "afternoon wine" together, mixing red with white makes a crispy pork elbow.

Margaret tells all kinds of scary aristocratic secrets.

Which father-in-law is having an affair with which daughter-in-law, whose son is actually whose brother, which widow has her eyes on the kid in the choir, and whose interest is to be caught in the middle and act as a go-between.

In terms of the level of pornography, the aristocratic jokes composed by the bards are conservative in comparison.

No wonder the nobles didn't get too angry when they heard similar jokes.

Gillianis was also not vague and exposed the elves' secrets, not only the elves themselves, but also the drow elves.

In her description, in order to maintain their fierce and cruel image, the drow elves are not allowed to express their love for cute and fresh things in public, so much so that there is a business of reselling cute rag dolls in the black market in the drow city.

A drow ranger who has killed countless enemies may secretly be obsessed with a doll that he has treasured for many years and has given it a name.

In other words, the biggest commonality between the drow and the elves, a race that separated long ago, is that they are both bound by the huge burden of idols.

This "virtuous cycle" of talking more and drinking more, and drinking more and talking more, made Margaret drunk when she came to find Jia Xiu for rehearsal.

Looking at Jia Xiu raising his right hand awkwardly, as if he was about to do something, she chuckled.

"Hey, why are you raising your right hand?"

"I..." Jia Zheng was about to explain.

"High five!"

Margaret took two steps over and, with a clapping sound, gave Jia Xiu a firm high-five. It happened so quickly that Jia Xiu didn't react immediately.

It turns out that drinking does indeed cause trouble.

The moment the two hands touched, Margaret shuddered as if she had been electrocuted. Her expression became unbelievable. She looked at Jia Xiu in great shock, and she was almost sober.

At this moment, Jia Xiu knew that his enchantment spell was successful.

At this moment, Margaret knew...

No, Margaret knew nothing anymore.

The aristocratic etiquette she had cultivated over the years played a decisive role at this moment. She held herself tight and dared not say a word, for fear of making any unpleasant noise.

She almost crawled out of Jia Xiu's room. When she left, it could no longer be said that she closed the door. She slammed the door shut. The loud noise seemed like a violent collision between her will and instinct.