"The Professor and I had an appointment to meet at noon today..."
"I'm asking you what the matter is?!"
"... Professor Montreya asked me to..."
"The Professor is busy. You know the rules. Speak quickly if you have something to say; the Professor will help you when he has time. If there's nothing else, I have to return to my experiment... There's nobody at the workbench now!"
His words were fast and pressing, but hearing this, Zheng Qing could somewhat guess the frustration burning in the heart of the warlock before him. A wizard who was interrupted during an experiment must feel similar to being disturbed while asleep.
He dared not dawdle any longer and pulled a test tube from his pocket:
"I was hoping the Professor could help check the blood inside..."
Before he could finish speaking, Zheng Qing only saw a blur before his eyes, and the next moment, the test tube was already in the hands of the warlock.
