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Soon, the brave little Lo Lan, the Countess of the Minohorn family, was once again frightened by the sight inside the White Tower. After all, she was only a fifteen-year-old child. And this terrible scene completely exceeded the bottom line of this greenhouse flower. 

In front of her on the ground of the White Tower, many black and red lines were intertwined and spread chaotically on the walls. When she carefully looked at these lines, she noticed that these were still wriggling, and faint wailing and roars could be heard from these lines. 

Inside the hall of the White Tower, there were many rock cages lined up neatly with a distance of at least half a meter from each other. The creatures inside of these cages had bluish-red skin, blood-red crazy eyes, and a carapace covered with bone spurs. Even with Lo Lan's shallow knowledge, she could recognize that this was a group of demons! 

Although she didn't know what kind of demon these were, but from the kind of evil and madness that were almost condensed into substance, she could tell that these were not any ordinary demons.

She screamed in fright. Her wide eyes couldn't believe it.

"This mage actually caught a bunch of demons from somewhere? Isn't this kind of evil creature only the evilest mages in the novel could play around with?"

Soon, Lo Lan found Punk sitting at a small table. Punk was still wearing a light blue robe, and even after sitting in this kind of environment, he looked clean and unbothered, as if the blood and the wailing around him didn't exist at all. 

Lo Lan didn't dare to let Punk wait too much, and she also didn't want to show her scared side in front of Punk. After all, the Countess of the Minohorn family mustn't lose her composer even in the face of mysterious and cold mages. In short, she couldn't allow him to look down on her. 

She pretended to be calm and walked toward Punk while forcefully enduring the harsh roar of demons in the cages and the bloody smell in the air. Judging from her expression, it seemed as if she really saw blood and demons as nothing, but what she didn't realize was that her trembling legs had betrayed her true feelings. 

It was not surprising to Punk, who was sitting at the table that Lo Lan would be scared by such a scene. He didn't even clean up the filthy pollution from the abyss; it was very normal for ordinary people to be affected, but seeing that Lo Lan actually managed to calm down without collapsing on the ground,  Punk could feel her growth. 

It's just that for Punk, it didn't make much of a difference whether Lo Lan character grew or not. 

Punk did not clean up the filthy pollution of the abyss mainly to study the connection between it and the chaotic nature of the demons, but now it seemed that whether he could figure out the connection or not, but his image as the evil mage was firmly established. 

But he didn't care anyway; he wanted to continue his research as soon as possible, so after listening to Lo Lan's unorganized report Punk became a little impatient and then directly ignoring Lo Lan's childish expression of "go ahead praise me," he just put a box of alchemy potions that he concocted two days ago and a list of items he needed in front of the Lo Lan's feet. 

"You have one month to prepare all the materials on the list. And also, you have to send two mage apprentices and twenty healthy and rational slaves to me in three weeks." 

After speaking, Punk ignored Lo Lan's surprised expression. He stood up and walked to the experimental platform again. At present, there was an alive Imp on it, convulsing and wailing, which made the entire White tower's atmosphere eerie and weird. 

"That............ you want to buy slaves!...... do you want to do an experiment?" 

Lo Lan glanced at the experimental platform and then quickly retracted her little head and did not dare to look at it again, then asked in a low voice.

But still, she could not help but subconsciously recall the scene on the experimental platform, where there was many neatly arranged still squirming internal organs, Lo Lan felt a sudden churn in her stomach. 

"Do you think this is something that you should ask about?" 

The sound of the knife cutting the meat stopped abruptly, and Punk slowly turned his head with a frantically turning eyeball in his hand. 

Lo Lan was stunned by the deep gaze in Punk light blue pupils. For the first time, she had a desperate urge to run away and hide somewhere. Cold sweat instantly wetted her thin clothes, which revealed her graceful curves. 

In the end, she still managed to maintain her sanity and answered very loudly in fear: 

"Sor... sorry."

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Even after she got on to the carriage returning to the city, Lo Lan still felt uncomfortable in her stomach. She couldn't figure out how terrible of a mage Punk was, that he didn't even have a change in his expression while operating on such......... evil creatures. 

Lo Lan wrinkled the paper in her hand; it was the list of the things that Punk had asked her to prepare within three weeks. A large number of "experimental" slaves that only evil mages needed were also on this list. Regardless of whether it was an ordinary aristocrat or a low-level professional, whenever they heard an "evil mage living in an unknown town," they would tremble. Lo Lan used to think that those people were timid and fearful, but now... 

Lo Lan looked at the sunset outside the window; her white teeth lightly bit on her pale lip. She felt like that now she understood the fear of those people. The mysterious young mage really made her afraid from the bottom of her heart. Just thinking of the kind of strange all-seeing gaze made her forehead covered with cold sweat, but in the young girl's heart, there was an indescribable feeling that made her unable to treat Punk as a terrible evil mage who should be avoided at all cost. On the contrary... it made her want to get closer to this mysterious existence that brought her fear. 

"Forget it. I don't want to be put on the dissection table one day!" 

Lo Lan roared from the bottom of her heart, putting all these thoughts and faint emotions in the secret corner of her heart, and she became busy with the tasks assigned to her by Punk.