Chapter 555

"Retry? But the test product... Oh, right, the new stock, the new stock should work... Damn, the stock has been out of stock for a long time, where can I get the new stock."

"Yelul Nat!"

"Ah."

As the robin's polite greeting turned into an angry roar, the intoxicated old man finally came back to his senses from his own world, fumbled for his broken glasses, and tremblingly clamped them on his nose.

"It turned out to be the robin. I was really scared. My heart is not very good. You'd better not make such a fuss. If you scare me to death, no one will work for you."

"I have called you several times."

"Sorry, sorry, my hearing has never been very good."

Yerul shook his head, and his parrot also landed on his shoulder and shook his head:

"Not very good! Not very good!"

The robin's forehead showed a few blue veins:

"I didn't come here to talk to you about these things. I asked you if the medicine I asked you to make was completed. We spent so much money and are waiting for your results!"

"Results... Haven't you seen the results? I remember that the first batch of medicine has been handed over to you."

Yerul pushed his glasses and asked in confusion.

"It's been so long, and you can still be patient and not use it?"

"I used it, and the effect is pretty good, so we are looking forward to your second batch of new medicine!"

The robin's tiny eyes showed a strange brilliance:

"You said that the first batch was just a trial product. Now things are at a critical moment, and we really need new medicine."

"Greed is not good, not good."

Yerul continued to shake his head, staggering through the various instruments with complex tubes, and rummaging through a pile of messy debris.

"Hey... where is it? I remember putting it here, why is it gone? Let me look for it again..."

"..."

The robin's blood pressure soared as he watched Yarul looking for the precious new medicine that the council had spent a lot of money to make in a pile of garbage. After holding it in for a long time, he still relied on his excellent cultivation to hold back some indecent words.

Fortunately, Yarul finally found it.

"Ha, I knew it was here."

Yeler found a plain glass container. He wiped the dirt on it with his white coat and reached out to pull the cork of the container, but he couldn't pull it out. So, under the robin's eyes, he opened his mouth and bit it, drooling.

The robin silently stepped back a few steps and vowed that he would never touch the bottle.

"Look, this is the new medicine."

Yeler shook out a red pill from the bottle and raised his hand to the robin.

The robin jumped a few times and stretched his neck to look... A faint fishy smell lingered at the tip of his nose, and blood-like patterns flowed on the red pill.

"How is the effect?" asked the robin.

"The effect? ​​Of course it is very good."

Yeler smiled and suddenly became very agile, pulling the parrot off his shoulder.

"What are you doing! What are you doing!"

The parrot kept struggling, but it couldn't escape Yale's magic hand after all. He fed the parrot a pill.

"Go."

After being fed the pill, it fluttered away and circled around the entire laboratory quickly.

"Disgusting! Disgusting!"

"..."

It seems that the parrot was raised as a guinea pig!

The robin was speechless for a moment, squinting for a while: "It seems that there is no change?"

"Hehe, pills are not directly injected into the blood vessels. It takes a little time for the stomach to digest. It's normal, normal."

Yale said this, and walked slowly to the door of the laboratory. With a click, he pressed the mechanism to open the heavy metal door, walked out of the door, and then with another click, pressed the mechanism to close the door.

"Huh?"

The robin turned his head in confusion, but saw Yale outside the heavy window that had been specially treated, giving him a thumbs up.

"What do you mean?"

The voice was not finished.

"Ah--it hurts! It hurts!"

The miserable cry startled the robin. He turned around and found that the parrot had fallen to the ground at some point.

Then, a terrifying sound like bones breaking one by one, which made people's teeth ache, came from the parrot's body.

Crack.

Crack.

Sharp bone spurs protruded from the colorful bird feathers, with scarlet blood stains, forming more ferocious wings.

The wide bird's beak became sharp and terrifying, and a snake-like long tongue protruded from the beak, with tiny fangs growing at the tip.

In the surprised eyes of the robin, the parrot's body expanded a whole circle in a short period of time, turning into a completely ferocious monster.

But soon the robin was no longer happy.

Because the scarlet pupils of the parrot that turned into a monster turned, and soon locked onto him, the only living thing in the laboratory.

"Delicious! Delicious!"

The parrot's strange tone of voice turned into a dead roar. The parrot flapped its wings that could no longer fly. The two sharp claws that had just grown from its abdomen scratched the ground, and it pounced on the robin like a beast!

"Damn it!"

The robin finally understood what the thumbs-up that old bastard Yaleer had just given him meant!

Was it telling him to take care of himself?

Damn it! If that old bastard hadn't been useful, I would have chopped him up and fed him to the dogs long ago.

While cursing secretly in his heart, the robin did not move slowly and easily avoided the parrot's first attack.

Being able to become his stand-in to hide his face, this puppet bird is naturally not a simple prop. Under the black and white feathers, a faint blue light flickers, and the robin's flying speed is actually not weaker than the ordinary one. Musha.

Therefore, the parrot can only chase around in a helpless and furious manner...

…

ten minutes later.

The door finally opened again, and Yale walked into the research room with a smile on his face, holding freshly brewed hot coffee.

The research room had already become messy, and many expensive precision instruments were damaged, but Yale didn't care at all. He usually sipped coffee and looked at the panting robin beside him:

"How about it, the effect is not bad."

"Ah."

The robin's face was gloomy, and he said with a smile:

"Old man, you should be lucky that you are so smelly and hard that even dogs won't eat it, otherwise you will become dog food sooner or later."

"Ah, this scares me old man."

Yale looked "horrified":

"When I'm scared, I can't make any medicine."

The robin's beak twitched again, barely suppressing its anger:

"I'm quite satisfied with the effect, but...is the effect too short?"

"It's not that short. Ten minutes is already the limit of what can be done."

Without any heartache, Yale pulled his former pet from the ground to an operating table nearby. He picked up a scalpel and skillfully cut open the parrot's skin without trembling in his skinny hands.

The skin that had become fragile again was cut open, revealing the shriveled internal organs, but no blood flowed out.

"This is a kind of alienated medicine that overdraws vitality. If you want to have better effects, the natural effect will not last long. Of course, if you want it to be long-lasting and strong, it is not impossible to put something into the medicine."

Yale said with a smile:

"That's the cost... I don't think your council can afford it."

"...How long will it take for mass production?"

Robin pretended not to hear Yale's dirty jokes and asked in a deep voice.

"Look at you, as long as you send enough materials, we can start preparing for mass production tomorrow."

Yale answered, casually throwing the parrot's body into the garbage, and then opened an opaque box on the other side. Soon, a new parrot flew out of it, flying happily around the research room.

"very good."

The robin used his eyes to scare away the parrot who wanted to compete with him for the standing pole, and said:

"The materials will be delivered soon, you need to start preparing immediately."

"Don't worry, it will be quick."

"However, even if the matter of the new medicine is over, then..."

The robin suddenly lowered his voice:

"What about the other thing we asked you to do?"

"Oh, of course it's going on at the same time, but..."

Yale turned to look at the robin, with a strange smile on his old face:

"Mr. Robin, it seems that the supply of the goods you promised me has been discontinued for a long time? Without those goods, it will be difficult for me to continue my experiment. Oh my, there is no goods. I really can't do anything recently, and my waist is sore. My leg hurts again, what should I do?"

"..."

Robin took a deep breath and said slowly:

"Don't worry, with the new medicine, the goods you need will be delivered soon."

"Haha, I hope so."

Yale stroked his beard:

"Actually, I just want to complain a few words. It's not urgent, it's not urgent."

"...Then you continue to complete what you should do. I'll leave first."

The robin spreads its wings and prepares to leave quickly, because he feels that every second he stays with this old thing, his blood pressure will rise. If this continues, maybe the puppet bird will be fine, and his body will bleed to death first. .

"correct."

Yale suddenly stopped the robin, and this time his face was unusually serious:

"I've been feeling a little flustered for no reason lately. If you promise my safety, you should be able to do it."

"Of course? Who do you think we are?"

The robin looked over funny:

"The place where you are now is the safest place in the entire lower city!"

"That's good, that's good."

Yaler patted his chest with a sigh of relief:

"I have been dreaming recently that those rigid old antiques from the Royal Academy are going to burn me on the stake. With your protection, I can feel at ease."

"Don't worry, not even a fly can fly in here."

The robin flew out of the research room and into the silent, dark space.

In his field of vision, a factory covering a large area was lurking deep underground like a hibernating beast.

In that seemingly peaceful shadow, countless warning systems are faithfully performing their functions.

As he said, not even a fly can fly in.