For spellcasters, knowledge is the source of their strength. However, even the most well-documented books often leave a lot to be missed. Some of these omissions were deliberate, and some were unaware of the authors themselves. For example, while many notes contain the results of dissecting human or other animal specimens, they do not mention the specifics of the autopsy.

This has led to a very peculiar phenomenon, that is, there are countless different dissecting techniques between spellcasters according to their own habits. Perhaps there is a master caster, whose anatomy will also be influenced by his preacher. But in fact, the caster's teaching is very casual and vague, and even organizations like the Gray Tower, which have a more rigorous teaching program, often leave it to the apprentices themselves to learn a specific step that is not very important.

The anatomy of the cheese comes from the teachings of Lina. The latter was a master of plague science, and his own unique insights into dissection, coupled with the long life span of vampires, were enough for Ann Lina to summarize her dissection techniques into a methodical and highly efficient technique. This is also an important premise that Cheese can conduct research anytime and anywhere in many cases, and the mage has more complete technology in his hands than most of his peers.

As for now, Emia soon discovered this as well. While she was still looking at the monster's body and thinking about starting from that part. Cheese has already begun his action. Looking at the mage's calm and skillful dissection, the witch realized that she would only be a burden if she continued to work with Cheese. Realizing this, Emia took the initiative to leave the test bench.

"Mother, why are you ......?" asked Kolante as she saw Amia walking aside.

"Do you need my help with the way he looks?" she said with a smile, gesturing to the cheese who was busy in front of the lab table.

"Your grandmother is not distracted, this Mr. Cheese is more knowledgeable than we thought. Judging by his technique, what he had dissected should be enough to fill the room. ”

"Ladies, I'm sorry to interrupt your conversation, but I have some questions. Jack asked, walking up to the two witches.

The approach of the wolfwalkers made Emia instinctively take a step back, just as when Kelanti first met Jack, no witch could get used to being near her by someone who was completely unafraid of her magic. However, Emia quickly returned to her usual appearance after noticing her gaffe, in fact, she knew what questions the werewolf was going to ask.

"Is it about the white goat?"

Jack nodded. He was the only one in the room now, who didn't know what kind of person could drive such an owl, and it made him feel uncomfortable. Especially if the Wolfwalkers feel that Elsa's disappearance is caused by themselves.

"Tell this gentleman, my dear. I haven't finished what Mr. Cheese and I have discussed yet. I'm going to go and get ready for it. Patting her daughter lightly, she motioned for Claranti to answer for Jack, and Amia pushed open the door and left the room.

After Emia leaves, Jack turns his gaze to Colenty. The blonde witch had a look of impatience on her face, and she wanted to see the cheese's anatomy here rather than answer the werewolf's questions. Still, she didn't dare to disobey her mother's arrangement.

"Alright, come on. I'll take you to see what you want to know. She said, leading Jack to push open another door on the lab wall.

The witches' dwellings have been completely distorted by their lengthy remodeling, and when you open a door, you have no idea what awaits you. Only the witches who live here really understand the inner workings of their homes. So when Jack is taken to a huge room that resembles a library, Kolandy is not surprised by his exaggerated expression.

"From ancient times to the present, there is only one kind of person who can domesticate white goats in this land. Or rather, the white goat exists to serve these people. The witch approached the rows of bookshelves, searching among the stacks of books and scrolls for what she wanted.

"Wait, why does your tone sound like you were saying that the owl was created?" asked Jack, frowning.

"Because that's what it is. As she spoke, Colante pulled a heavy book from the shelf, so heavy that the witch had to use two hands to pull it out of the shelf.

"Whew!" she blew hard to blow the dust off the writing, and the witch carefully recognized the title of the book. You know, some of the books in this library are more than just carriers of information. Certain books that carry magical powers are extremely dangerous. And judging from her expression, the witch should have gotten the one she was looking for.

With a muffled thud, Kolanty placed a book titled Jack's unrecognizable text on the table in front of the werewolf.

"What is this?" asked Jack, looking at the heavy book in front of him.

"The answer you want. Kolanty said.

"But I don't know this kind of writing. "Wolfwalker hadn't been forced to learn dozens of scripts and languages since he was a child, as Cheese had been, and so far, his knowledge of languages and scripts had been limited to the ones that circulated among humans in the Greylion Kingdom.

But Klanty didn't know about it. Her mother only told her that Jack was the new head wolf of the Werewolf of Alexandria, but did not tell her that the werewolf itself had been converted less than a month ago. So after hearing Jack's words, the witch unconsciously rolled her eyes.

"Okay, okay, I'll tell you. As she spoke, she waved her hand on the book, and the book, which seemed to be a weapon, opened on its own, and began to turn the pages quickly.

"I'll see, well, it's not this, it's not this...... Ah, here it is. Finally finding the answer she was looking for, the witch smiled lightly.

"The white goat, this animal will only obey one kind of master, the believer of the wet soul. ”

"Wet souls, what's that?" Jack frowned, indicating that he had never heard of the title.

"The name Wet Soul is a direct transliteration of the language of the Dryads, and its original meaning is supposed to be the wanderer in the rain. "In those long-eared accounts, wet spirits are gods or demons in charge of water, rain, and lakes and ponds. They're not quite sure if Wet Souls are good or bad. In their legends, wet spirits wander in every rain and take ...... with them in the rain."

"Take what?" asked the Wolfwalker.

"I don't know, I don't know the words here. The witch was silent for a moment, and then said.

"But what is known is that the white goat is an oracle of the Wet Soul, and only those who have a strong belief in the Wet Soul can drive them. ”