Paris looked at the man who was moving violently, leaving aside the memories in her mind, and gradually immersed herself in this unstoppable feeling of happiness.

Well, forget it, it's just a change of master, and this master is much stronger than his predecessor, in every sense. Paris thought to herself.

"I said yes, I'll definitely visit. "Suddenly, without warning, 'Your Excellency the Duke' shouted something of unknown meaning, and then exploded inside Paris's body.

Paris was lying on the bed, lazily not wanting to move even a finger, her face was covered with a faint flush after intense exercise, and her eyes were half-closed, enjoying the aftermath of the peak.

After a while, there was a "click!" sound of the door opening.

A young nun opened the door and walked in, oblivious to the pink atmosphere that filled the room, looking at the couple on the bed who had exposed their bodies to the air, without a trace of embarrassment and discomfort, as if they were taken for granted.

Apparently the girl who entered the door was used to it.

Paris got used to it, too.

Accustomed to the fact that the 'trainee nun' often came in at such times, and then stared at herself with a subtle look that did not know whether it was hatred, disgust or envy and jealousy.

Paris responded to the girl's gaze with a look full of charm and provocation.

"Today's workout starts right away. The sturdy man lying on the bed with his shirt stood up and said as he put on his clothes, ignoring the gaze of the two stunning nuns.

"Yes. The 'trainee nun' replied respectfully, and there was nothing wrong with it.

'A poor boy, too. Paris looked at the nun in front of her, thinking about the so-called 'experiments' that had been carried out in the past few days, and thinking of meaningless pity in her mind.

"You have to come, Paris, I have something to ask you. The man thought for a moment and said again.

"Yes, my master. Paris was stunned for a moment, and it took a long time before she came back to her senses and agreed.

"Huh~" The wild elf girl lowered her head, covered her small mouth with one hand, and sneered softly.

Paris glared fiercely at the wild elf girl, and put on her clothes depressedly.

'Give my feelings back, damn bastard. Paris thought viciously at the curse she didn't dare to utter.

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The sun had just sunk into the horizon when the vast moonlight began to envelop the land once more.

Titar is located in the chapel of Banki Town, on the second floor.

At this time, some cruel experiments are being carried out that must not be exposed.

Located on the other side of the stairway from the office and bedroom, it has been remodeled so that all three rooms are connected together.

This is a manual transformation that Kellius had already begun when he first arrived, and it was done under the skillful manual work of Kellius, but it was actually just a simple job to open the wall, which was too simple for Kellius, who had studied architecture in the academy and had a transcendent flesh and body.

There is a large interconnecting room, which is used for Kellius to conduct shiyan research, and of course, it is also the place where Cheryl Girl exercises every night.

Although Kylelius didn't say it explicitly, the fact that the girl was a shiyan material didn't change at all.

This is how every magician apprentice survives from experimental materials, and almost every elite magician who has achieved magic has gone through this step, whether as experimental materials or as people who perform shiyan.

As we all know, every magic trick requires extremely precise calculations and careful construction, and the most difficult part of building magic is not how to communicate with the big magic network, but how to let the magic flow and operate in the magic circuit in one's own body.

After all, the big magic net is the same, it is the 'big magic net' of "Misterfeld" bixia. The magic circuit is different, the magic circuit of each person or each intelligent creature is different, there are some big or small differences between each individual, but there must be differences, just like human fingerprints, it is impossible to have exactly the same two fingerprints.

It's almost impossible for most magicians to unravel themselves and study their own magic circuits, with the exception of vampires or lichs that are extremely undead.

Since he can't study himself, he has to let others do it, but as a magician who is a representative of selfishness and suspicion, no magician will give his body to others, even if it is a close blood or a friend of life and death.

So what to do?

The only way to do this is to let your magic instructor do this kind of thing, after all, the magic instructor still has a certain foundation in anatomy, and will not arbitrarily cause some internal damage to the students he likes, which will not do them any good. With the materials for the experiment, the students can understand their own magic circuits and magical properties, and the only truth that the magicians believe in is the equivalent exchange of what they need.

Gradually, among magicians, this practice was spread among magicians who recognized its benefits, and formed a conventional norm.

Every good magician must be a skilled surgeon, and Kyrlius is no exception.

At this time, Kylelius is using his expertise to carry out 'academic research' that has been going on every day for the past month.

"Paris, pliers number two. At this time, Kylelius was wearing a mask and a white lab coat stained with blood, standing in front of an extremely formal-looking operating table, and the strong light shone on the bed from the professional searchlight, which was in stark contrast to the dim light around him.

As the material and the object of the operation, Cheryl was lying on the operating table like a newborn baby at this time, and her beautiful smooth hot body was unreservedly exposed to the air filled with the heavy smell of blood and feeling a little moldy.

This beautiful girl who turned everyone upside down had an indifferent expression at this time, but if you look closely, you can find that there are some small expectations, and at this time from her wonderful and moving eyes, she is jumping out of joy.

The dazzling scenery forms a beautiful picture.

It was supposed to be like this.

If we ignore the huge wound that has opened in the abdomen of this wonderful body, the bright red new blood that slowly flows from it, and the clearly visible blood vessels of the organs.

"Yes. Sister Paris, who was standing silent, agreed, turned and took the corresponding tools from the rows of tools neatly arranged on a large table next to her, and handed them to the priest.

The skillful movements are not at all like a melee professional and surgical layman who has never been a magician's assistant in his life for more than a hundred years.

It's not the first time that the nun has appeared in front of this operating table as Kyleus's assistant, since Paris woke up from the 'double first embrace', Kylelius has called her over from time to time to help, extremely strict normative requirements and all kinds of strange hunting punishments after mistakes, so that the inexperienced Sister Paris has exercised this extremely skilled movement.