The underground research room, which had become more heavily guarded, almost made Raymond think he was on the wrong track.

One by one, the guards wearing special full-body metal armor were pestled on both sides of the passage like wooden stakes, and the cold aura emitted unscrupulously made the entire passage as cold as an ice cellar.

It was just such strict precautions that woke up Stewart, who had come with Raymond, and he became annoyed when he found that the passage was full of such guys.

The burly mountain-like body, combined with the coercion of his Dawn-level Disaster Lord, turned these metal-like cans into quails plucked in the cold wind, shivering and swaying.

And Raymond, who swaggered in behind Stewart, wantonly probed the strength of these guys, and what surprised him was that all of them had the strength to impact the third-level wizards, but such strength came here to act as a stake for standing, so it should represent that there are some important people in the research room.

But Stewart, who was slowly moving forward in front, seemed to be very angry, and the closer he got to the research room, the stronger the coercion he walked out, and these guys, who were staggering but still insisting on standing straight, were estimated to be uncomfortable for many days before they could recover.

But to Raymond's surprise, Stewart, who had never been close to anyone in the next life and was silent and silent, was stopped at the door of the research room, and the shriveled old man who was guarding the door of the research room roared when he saw Stewart, rushed up and grabbed his arm, pulled him to the side, and began to scold him in a strange language.

I couldn't understand it, and Stewart himself didn't say anything, which made Raymond look dumbfounded, and Stewart looked humbly taught. But it made Raymond's jaw drop.

If he didn't understand, he could only stare dryly, and it wasn't until the shriveled old man finished training Stuart that he opened the door to the research room, and Raymond questioned curiously after entering. "Stewart, who are the guards in the passage and the old man just now?"

Stewart, who walked into the research room with Raymond, hesitated before answering angrily. "The Elders' Secret Guard, the guy inside is the madman Willard!"

"Willard the madman?" Stewart explained that Raymond had been taken aback, and the name he used made Raymond even more confused.

But Stewart, who had closed his mouth, stopped talking, lowered his head and returned to his previous wooden appearance.

Feeling that this guy would not explain again, Raymond was full of questions, but when he came inside with the staff of the research room, the scene in front of him made him yell. "Who gave you permission to start!"

In the center of the test bench isolated by the shielding force. A red-fiery vertical eye with a wing membrane had been cleaned by the open chest and chest, and was suspended in the air with a metal rod inside, and the organs in its body were also carefully disassembled and packed into glassware with a solution.

It's just that the vertical head is still intact. And inside the eyeball in the center of the eyebrows, there is also a visible energy turbulence with the naked eye. Obvious signs of an impending outbreak.

But with his back to Raymond's fellow in a snow-white wizard's robe. But he ignored Raymond's roar, holding a leg bone with vertical eyes in his hand, and was carefully observing.

The silent test area echoed because of Raymond's roar, and Raymond, who was hesitating whether to break in, heard footsteps, and soon Harveys, who was trotting all the way, appeared in front of him. I whispered with some trepidation. "Mistress Raymond, come with me first......

It felt very bad, but the vertical eye had been cleaned so clean, and it didn't help to get angry, so Raymond followed Harvey to his office. After sitting down, I asked why.

Except for the giant fiery red vertical eyes that were not sent in, the other imprisoned and sealed vertical eyes had all been sent to the research room, but Willard, who came over with the order of the Council of Elders at half an hourglass, handled the vertical eyes alone.

"Lord Raymond, this Willard is a complete lunatic, and even Lord Dirkes is very troubled and unwilling to get into a confrontation with him. And he's going to leave soon, so let's take it as if he sent one less vertical eye......"

The tone was very depressed and helpless, but after explaining, Harvey took out a strategic warehouse box from under the table, but his fingers holding the box seemed to be too strong, causing his knuckles to be a little pale.

Raymond, who roughly understood the reason, looked at him without saying a word when he saw him like this, and Harvis, who only noticed the gaffe after a while, handed over the box with a dry smile with some embarrassment.

The quality of the purified indigo powder and the stinging spinal cord preserved in a blue crystal bottle exceeded Raymond's expectations, and the fifteen kilograms of rare metals surprised Raymond a little.

After tucking these things into the storage ring, Raymond took the autopsy plan handed by Harvey and began to examine it, and a moment later, as there was a knock on the office door, a staff member in a white robe came in to report that the autopsy could begin.

Following Harves out of his office, the two old men he had seen before had fixed a dark blue vertical eye to the bench, and the madman Willard had left with the specimen of the vertical eyes he had processed.

And a guy who was sent to suppress these vertical eyes creatures was also adjusting the posture of this vertical eye on the test bench according to the request of the two old men, so as to facilitate the dissection that was about to begin.

Harveys, who was about to start the dissection, immediately became serious, and after entering the experimental area, he muttered to the two old men, and soon began to compare with the sealed vertical eyes and make preliminary preparations.

Raymond, who was wrapped in an isolated force field, did not speak after entering the experimental area, but waited patiently.

All kinds of instruments were selected one by one, and Harveys, who did it himself, first severed the postcranial nerve of the vertical eye, and then began to process its body.

The dark blue skin is extremely tough, but after being peeled off, it exposes the rock-colored muscles underneath, and the organs in the body are basically the same as those gray-black vertical eyes, but the blood of this vertical eye also presents a fluorescent dark blue, and it is extremely corrosive, and the acidic mist that diffuses it makes the test bench completely shrouded in a moment.

Harvey's dissection technique was already quite skillful, and in less than half an hour, the ribcage of the vertical eye was cleaned, and its beating heart was removed and placed in a container for preservation.

The imprisoned vertical eye is not completely dead yet, but it can't feel the pain it has suffered, but when it finally comes time to dispose of its skull, Harvey is a little hesitant.

Because this dark blue vertical eyebrow is in a half-closed and half-open state, through the gap between the upper and lower eyelids, you can barely see the pupils inside, and the energy ripples lingering in the pupils are far from being comparable to those gray-black ordinary vertical eyes.

"Reaching the strength of a second-level wizard, if the power formed by the explosion will be amazing, can you ensure that it is suppressed at the moment of the explosion?"

Harveys, who spoke to the guy standing opposite the test table, spoke in a very solemn tone, but the guy who was sent to protect him hesitated for a long time before shaking his head.

The stunned Harvey immediately burst into a rage, but this situation had never happened before.

However, the abrupt interruption of the dissection at this point means that it is impossible to process the skull while the vertical eye is alive, and it is likely that some of the most critical data will be lost.

Raymond, who was also very depressed, immediately asked after thinking about it. "With your strength, you can't guarantee that you can suppress all of them when you explode, so what kind of strength do you need to send someone over to ensure the absolute safety of the dissection process?"

This guy who was a little wooden immediately turned his attention to Stewart, who was sitting not far away...... (To be continued......)