"There are three types of escape programs with a success rate of more than 20 percent. ”

Through the logical calculation in his consciousness, the mechanical intelligence Du Lei reported in Al consciousness that he was just escaping from the research institute at the moment, which was much easier than saving people from under the noses of the mages of the Sanctuary before.

In the past, mechanical intelligence was simulated in the brain day and night, and the failure rate was never lower than 90%. Fortunately, Al has a wide range of ideas and a variety of means, and mechanical intelligence counts every accident and calmly responds to it, and there are several solutions available for each scenario.

"Hey, when are you going to take us away, it's so dark in here, I've been lying down for a month and it's almost rusty. ”

"There were three men next to him. ”

At mealtime, 'Al' whispered and complained very much about the three men beside him.

They were silenced in the shadows, and Al sensed his lips and spoke to him briefly with shadow tentacles written on the back of his hand.

After all, it's been three years since I came out, and I'm very happy to meet my clansmen.

"Waiting, the institute has been closed. "Go down the drain. ”

"The sewers are connected to an ectopic plane. ”

They chatted for a while, and Al interrupted the conversation after the meal and returned to his room with a blank face.

Everyone here has this expression, and they don't care about anything outside of the experiment.

Al's side is immersed in the life that he is used to, and the Sanctuary Mage Rossetti is not having a good time.

The director of the Imperial Royal Research Institute, the legendary mage Cronin sat in his chair and looked at Rossetti who he had cultivated with a cold face:

"Rossetti, the legendary bloodline of the Iron Blood Family, which the Empire captured at the expense of two teams of Dark Feather Knights, has been rescued right under your nose. ”

"Now, because of you, the entire research institute has to slow down, maintaining half of the ratio of the magic pool on dimensional anchors, shadow protection, and monitoring, and according to your requirements, even the vents have opened the enchantment. ”

"It's been a month, and nothing has come of it. ”

"Are you prepared to continue to waste my patience and the resources of the Institute?"

"Mr. Cronin, they must still be in the research institute, please give me a little more time. ”

"Give you another month?" the legendary mage asked emotionlessly.

Rossetti finally understood that his teacher was angry, and wisely stopped angering the mage king, who was in charge of all the mages in the empire.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Cronin. ”

"It's normal for experiments to go wrong and make mistakes, and as a mage, you need to learn to face yourself, even if you're standing at a high level. With a wave of his hand, Cronin lifted the dimensional anchor blocking the entire lab, the all-out surveillance, and the ubiquitous barrier, reducing the Institute's defenses to normal.

"The others are very unhappy that you lost the legendary Oret blood, and you go to the Eagle Nation to catch a few and make up for your mistakes. ”

"Just go out and relax. ”

Rossetti, who was not young, tried to suppress his anger, and this result was much better than reducing the ratio of his laboratory, and he knew at a glance that the teacher was still taking care of him.

It's just that the punishment of being kicked out still makes the Sacred Mage who is feared and is in charge of a laboratory of the Empire's highest research institute lose face.

He responded humiliated and grateful.

"Yes, Mr. Cronin.

As soon as the dimensional anchor disappeared, Al felt it. But he still calmly did his experiments, silent.

When Rossetti went out, he gathered all of them and announced that he was going out on a mission in the Empire, and he was going to take three people with him, squinting at their expressions.

To be able to serve a Sanctuary mage with him is an unimaginable honor and opportunity.

Even if some of their own strength reached the fifteenth level critical point, such as the mage who had cut off the phantom of the Devouring Demon Tree on Tian's body, they also intended to go.

Behind closed doors, sitting in the sky, it is impossible to see the vast world, and the strength and thoughts of the mages are closely related to their insights.

They enter the institute and are controlled by the Empire, and the higher the authority, the more they get, the less freedom they have. Like him, he can't leave the institute easily, and it's rare to have a mission out once a year.

Al didn't take the lead, and he didn't want to stay by the side of the Sanctuary mage in order to get out, and he wouldn't even have the idea of hiding in their shadow and taking the opportunity to go out.

The flesh-foot mage who has changed now is controlled by him because he is weak, not yet an enchanted school, and has no effective means to protect the mind spell.

Not to mention Rossetti, if you change it to these fourteen or fifteen-level archmages, I am afraid that as soon as the little brother of the rat gets into their shadow, he will notice it as soon as possible, and he will be used as a medium to reverse the spell.

It's not that Al performs so seamlessly that Rossetti, who suspects that they are still in the bloodline laboratory, can't be found, but that he doesn't want to go out at all.

Al's own body is a huge treasure trove and treasured material, more precious than Tian, who devours the blood of the Lord, and 'Al', a monster who does not know what ability he has awakened.

The all-round body recovery potion used to restore the body in the shadows is comparable to a high-level healing potion, and it is made from one's own blood.

There's no shortage of material research here.

If it weren't for the fact that there was a fellow clan in the shadow urging him to let him out, it would be no problem to stay here for more than ten years.

The two never ask for each other's information, and Oret is not allowed to ask each other's information when he is out on duty, and the effective protection mission and Orete's identity will not be revealed.

The monster 'Al' thought that Al had come on a special mission to expose him for the sake of him, and he didn't dare to talk more.

Al ran away from home, and was afraid that he would know about bringing him back to his family and arresting him to exchange blood with others. He already knew that the exchange of blood was a dead end.

Amanda, who is the same age as Al, is already a twelfth-level warrior just a gluttonous bloodline, and his atavistic bloodline has been a seventh-level warrior for so long, which shows how wasteful it is.

Mechanical Intelligence Durey calculates time, Al has been here for nine months, and the Chinese New Year is coming soon, and Rossetti has been out for more than a month.

Only then did he begin to prepare to leave here according to the plan calculated by Durrey.

During the Chinese New Year, the institute will also give them the choice to go home on their own or stay at the institute. They served the empire and did not come here to be slaves without human rights.

The person he changed was a tenth-level mage, and those who were willing to go home were all mages below this level, and their strength had not yet surpassed that of mortals, and they still had human emotions and missed their families.

When Al walked out of the research institute and looked at the sun in the sky, he couldn't help but squint his eyes, and he felt that he was living so real when he was in the highly concentrated experiments in the laboratory for a long time.

At this moment, a mutation suddenly occurred.

Gao Yong, the mage's assistant who was supposed to go out with Rossetti, appeared in the sky and chanted a mantra:

"The Endless Light of the Sun King"

The sunlight in the sky suddenly gathered, enveloping all the tenth-level mages who came out of them.

Everyone closed their eyes under the blazing sunlight in all directions, and the shadows below them were faintly visible.

Only the shadow of Al, as black as ink, does not diminish a single bit.