A few days later at noon.

Russell, who had already completed most of his courses and had no academic burden, stayed in the laboratory, adjusting the potions and powders in the utensils.

While studying this bottle of elixir refined by the Thorn Bird, Russell gained a lot, and even felt the spiritual feedback of practicing the way of herbology.

Of course, at the third-year level, the rate of spiritual ascension has been getting slower and slower, and at the current efficiency, Russell does not know that it will take the year of the ox to be promoted to the middle of the third grade. However, he will soon be able to enter the higher academy, and when he absorbs the "black magic" knowledge scroll, his spiritual level can be improved again.

"It's a pity, there's still nothing to gain."

Russell sighed softly.

In the past few days, he has tried many times to trigger his talent as a deviant, buying a lot of messy materials, just to refine a drug that can restore a transcendent who has lost his extraordinary powers. During this period, he also communicated with the Demon King many times and learned a lot of secret herbological knowledge.

Unfortunately, there are no signs of success at all!

Not even a little direction!

And the Demon King, who was the opponent of the game, did not perform better than Russell.

In the past few days, Russell took the Demon King projection, which had been disguised with illusion, to check on several students who had lost their extraordinary powers.

The Demon King's diagnosis was the same as Russell's.

There is no trace of these students that they were once transcendent!

The Demon King was also a little clueless, and even doubted that it was not easier to let these students regain their original extraordinary power than to let a random ordinary person awaken their extraordinary power.

Considering that the Thorn Bird is confident in himself, Russell believes that the obstacles he is encountering now are only temporary.

"Perhaps I need to further improve my spiritual level, occult knowledge, and supernatural realm attainments in order to find my way." Russell speculated.

After a while, it will be the actual entrance assessment of the higher school, and after passing, you can successfully obtain the higher pass, and then you can successfully enter the third year and enter the higher college, absorbing the knowledge scroll of the third year.

Now the situation is critical, and there are many students waiting to be cured. Do you want to apply in advance to absorb the third-grade knowledge scroll like last year, and wait for the entrance examination? An idea popped into Russell's head.

But immediately, he dismissed the idea again.

The core course of the third year of the Department of Necromancy and Life is black magic, also known as black witchcraft, and the corresponding supernatural abilities are biased towards death, destruction, pain, and calamity, and do not involve much witchcraft knowledge related to the nature of life and drug refining. Even if you succeed in absorbing the third-grade knowledge scroll, it is estimated that you will not be able to solve the problem at hand.

If Russell's alchemy technique wants to achieve a qualitative change, it is estimated that it will not be until after entering the fourth grade.

The core course of the fourth grade is blood magic, also known as blood spell, which involves the essence of life and the extraordinary power related to the refining of the human body.

When Russell's thoughts were mixed, he suddenly deepened his understanding of the necromancy and life.

The professional core courses of the first and third years are some kind of manifestation in the field of death?

And the core courses of the second and fourth years are some kind of presentation of the field of life? It's just that these extraordinary abilities involving life force, weird, weird, and evil, are in line with the style tone of the entire Necromancy and Life Department major.

So if I can enter the fifth grade and become the third legendary character in the entire academy to successfully reach the fifth grade, and the fifth grade ability of the Necromantic and Life Department that I understand on my own, may it be that I can merge death and life to achieve true consummation?

In the flash of thought, Russell vaguely felt a trace of spiritual feedback, and his ability to control the extraordinary power of the entire profession was slightly improved.

But leaving these fantasies too far away, Russell turned his mind back to the real world and looked at the equipment on the laboratory table in front of him.

"It seems that with my current ability, it is not enough to heal those students who have lost their extraordinary powers." Russell sighed and looked at the glass bottle containing the bright red pharmaceutical in his hand:

"This bottle of awakening elixir refined by the Thorn Bird, let's return it to Mr. Headmaster first."

In the last few days, Russell has studied this bottle of awakening elixir thoroughly, and has left a little sample, and there is no point in continuing to hold it.

The name "Awakening Elixir" was not chosen by Russell himself, but was written on the label on the glass bottle. Judging by the rough and crooked font, it should have been written by the Arctic wolf himself.

"Clean the lab's utensils and get ready to leave."

Russell clapped his hands lightly and used spiritism to summon a group of ghosts, who were asked to clean the utensils on the table—crucibles, flasks, burettes, test tubes, and so on.

To outsiders, it is as if these appliances have run into the sink and cleaned themselves, while the faucets open and close on their own.

It's like it's haunted!

"Laboratory cleaning utensils are required: neither dripping nor strands." Russell confessed to the ghost behind him, turned and left the laboratory.

After stepping down from the laboratory building, Russell stepped into the smooth brick avenue, and just wanted to take out his mobile phone to contact Mr. Principal and report the situation, when he saw a large number of people walking towards him.

It was a dozen men and women in suits and leather shoes and bow ties, and they gave the impression of decent people at first glance.

Their steps were calm, their faces were serious, and they exuded an awe-inspiring air of pride, and Russell stood in the direction in which they were headed.

I don't know any of them, not teachers in the academy...... Russell looked at the dozen men and women in suits and leather shoes, and was stunned for half a second.

"Let one go, let one go. Student, why are you standing in the middle of the road? Didn't anyone at the academy teach you? ”

Among the dozen people, the man who walked in the front waved impatiently to drive Russell away.

The man was dressed in a neat tuxedo and wore a top hat, but his most striking feature was his large green beard, which was as lush as grass and greenery.

"I'm sorry."

Russell politely apologized and hurriedly stepped back to a position close to the stairwell to let the group pass.

Greenbeard glared at Russell fiercely, then withdrew his gaze and beckoned the people behind him to go with him.

Seeing more than a dozen neatly dressed men and women leave, Russell's eyes narrowed slightly.

The phantom of the female ghost wind chimes appeared on Russell's side, and he also looked at the backs of this group of people in fancy clothes, half puzzled, half dissatisfied, and asked:

"Who are they? Why is the attitude so bad? Don't you know that our Russell is the great hero who turned the tide in this occult disease? ”

Russell had some guesses about the identities of this group of people, but could not be sure.

He was about to say his guess when he heard the boy's slightly immature voice behind him.

"It's an investigator sent by the World Occult Council." Duncan replied behind Russell and Wind Chimes.

(End of chapter)