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"And I need his help here too..."

Marisa immediately struggled like a fish out of water, the metal lab chair creaking under the weight.

"You're making me even more worried!"

She yelled in shame and anger, her long golden hair flying in all directions as she shook her head, a few strands of hair sticking to her neck which was shiny with sweat.

"And what do you mean by 'rich experience'? Pachi, there's something wrong with what you said!"

Zhou Yuan stood aside helplessly, the collar of his black windbreaker slightly open, revealing the dark red shirt underneath.

He deliberately avoided looking in Marisa's direction, his violet eyes fixed on the intricate magic circle patterns on the ceiling:

"How about...I should just go out and wait?"

There was obvious embarrassment in his voice, and his slender fingers unconsciously stroked the silver buttons of his trench coat.

"No."

Patchouli flatly refused and threw a test tube filled with fluorescent green liquid accurately towards Zhou Yuan.

The test tube drew a graceful arc in the air, and the liquid shimmered eerily under the light:

"Help me hold this down. Keep the magic output at the third level."

Her tone left no room for doubt. She gave the order without turning back, her other hand already recording observation data on parchment.

Marisa almost cried when she saw this, her eyes reddened like a frightened little animal:

"You are ganging up on me!"

There was a hint of crying in her voice, but she suppressed it deliberately out of shame, sounding pitiful.

"At least...at least give me a blanket..."

She mumbled softly and tried to cover her chest with her bound arms, but this action only exposed her slender waist even more to the cold light.

Patchouli finally raised her head from the instrument, a hint of helplessness flashing in her purple eyes.

She snapped her fingers, and a dark purple blanket floated out from the locker and gently covered Marisa.

"Are you satisfied?"

Her tone remained calm and professional, but the corners of her mouth curled up slightly.

"Can we continue the experiment now, your honorable magician?"

Marisa wrapped herself tightly in the blanket, shrank her neck like a frightened hamster, and her golden fur drooped limply.

"...As you wish."

She muttered in self-abandonment, but her red ears still revealed her inner embarrassment.

……

"As expected..."

Patchouli's cold voice echoed in the laboratory, and her slender fingers elegantly held a test report that glowed with a faint blue light.

Her amethyst-like eyes quickly scanned the densely packed magic runes on the parchment. As she read deeper, her delicate brows furrowed tighter and tighter, forming a shallow furrow between her brows.

"Your Command Seal,"

She flipped the report over, flicked her slender fingers, and the complex magic circle pattern unfolded completely under the light.

“There are indeed quite a few problems.”

The dark red lines on the parchment contrasted sharply with the Command Seals samples of others—

In addition to the standard triple helix structure, there are obviously several strange twisted lines, which are wrapped around the main body like some kind of parasitic plant.

"At least compared to everyone else."

She added, a dangerous calmness in her voice.

Marisa was frantically putting her clothes on, and her black lace gloves got stuck on her cuffs because she was too hasty.

She hopped on one foot, trying to put her boot on, and the sock on her other foot was ridiculously rolled up around her ankle.

The black witch's hat was tilted on her head, with a few strands of golden hair playfully sticking out from under the brim.

"Transfer channel, this is——"

Patchouli suddenly raised her voice and slammed the parchment at Marisa's face.

"The secret behind this magical mark on you."

The parchment made close contact with the girl's cheek, making a crisp sound.

Marisa covered her nose with her hands and groaned. Her golden fur stood straight up in fear, making her look like a cat with its fur standing on end.

She frantically tried to grab the slipping parchment, and the black witch hat finally couldn't bear the weight and fell to the ground with a "thump".

"Wh-what passage?"

She rubbed the tip of her red nose, her golden eyes filled with confusion.

When she saw that the twisted lines on the parchment matched the Command Seals on her chest exactly, her expression froze instantly and the color quickly drained from her face.

"Wait... What is this? Why do I have this..."

Her voice gradually became smaller and smaller, finally turning into a terrified gasp.

Patchouli pushed up her glasses, and the lenses reflected a ruthless cold light.

She approached slowly, the wide sleeves of her witch robe swaying gently with her movements, casting flickering shadows on the ground.

"simply put,"

She pointed to the most complex pattern on the parchment, and the magic power gathered at her fingertips made the pattern move strangely.

"This Command Seal of yours, given to you by someone else, has long been transformed into some kind of 'backdoor'."

Her voice was unusually serious, and her purple eyes flashed with a dangerous light.

"My dear Miss Marisa,"

Patchouli leaned down, the jeweled hair ornaments in her hair swaying gently as she moved, casting tiny spots of light on Marisa's face.

"You're like a humanoid self-propelled surveillance camera now, you know that?"

The lights in the laboratory suddenly flickered, stretching the shadows of the two people.

Marisa swallowed unconsciously, feeling her throat suddenly become extremely dry.

Chapter 98: You really don’t repent even when you are about to die (Pachi gnashed her teeth)

"Huh~"

After listening to Patchouli's explanation, Marisa shuddered as if she had been electrocuted, and her golden ahoge instantly stretched straight.

She wrinkled her nose in disgust, and her fingers under her black lace gloves unconsciously tightened the material on her chest.

"Is it so disgusting?"

There was obvious disgust in her voice, as if she had just stepped on something sticky.

The white fingers rubbed the location of the Command Seal repeatedly, as if trying to pick this "dirty thing" off the skin.

"Is there anything I can do, Patchy?"

She raised her head suddenly, a rare anxiety flashing in her golden eyes, and she didn't even bother to straighten her crooked witch hat.

"I don't want to be watched!"

He stomped his feet anxiously on the floor twice, making a thudding sound.

Patchouli looked at the other person, and a hint of helplessness flashed in her amethyst-like eyes.

She gracefully pushed up her glasses, the cold light reflected from the lenses obscuring the thoughts in her eyes:

"Calm down, you stupid rat."

The witch waved her wide sleeves lightly, and a thick ancient book floated down from the bookshelf.

"Of course there is a way,"

She slowly turned the yellowed pages, her fingertips gently tracing the complex magic circle.

"but..."

The purple eyes suddenly narrowed dangerously.

"The process might be a little...exciting."

Marisa immediately took a half step back in alertness upon hearing this:

"Wait! What you mean by 'excitement' is..."

She swallowed, her golden pupils shrinking slightly.

"Are you going to do some weird experiment on me again?"

Patchouli's lips curled up into a meaningful smile, and the crescent-shaped hair ornament in her hair flickered as she tilted her head.

"Who knows~"

She deliberately dragged out the ending sound.

"But since you're so resistant..."

"I'll do it! Why don't I do it!"

Marisa yelled in despair, and the star ornaments on the black witch's hat jingled with her exaggerated movements.

"It's better than being used as a surveillance camera!"

She added with a sad face, like a poor cat caught in the rain.

"That's fine."

A dangerous curve appeared at the corner of Patchouli's mouth, and a cunning light flashed in her amethyst-like eyes.

She snapped her fingers gracefully, the wide sleeves of her witch robe swaying gently with the movement.

"Yuan, come here and help me tie her up with your chains!"

Marisa suddenly had a very bad premonition in her heart, and her golden hair stood straight up as if she had been electrocuted.

Her black boots made a harsh sound on the floor in a panic:

"Wait, wait! Why are you tying me up?!!"

But before he could finish his words, several dark red magic chains came from all directions like spirit snakes.

Strange runes flowed on the surface of the chains, drawing scarlet tracks in the air and precisely wrapping around Marisa's limbs.

The wrists were firmly fixed under the black lace gloves, leaving no room for struggle.

"No way, this is the most convenient way~"

Patchouli had a pleasant smile on her face, and the crescent-shaped hair ornament in her purple hair flickered as she tilted her head.

She observed the operation of the chains with great interest, a hint of admiration flashing in her purple eyes.

"Although I don't know what's going on with Yuan's chains,"

Her slender fingers lightly touched the surface of the chain, and she immediately retracted her hand in shock at the magical sparks that bounced off.

"But it does have the ability to isolate and absorb magic power~"

The witch looked at the chains with a bit of fear, but her tone was filled with a hint of relief:

"It can isolate you from surveillance, preventing the person who transferred the Command Seal to you from manipulating you from behind."

She suddenly leaned over to the tightly bound Marisa, a dangerous glint flashing in her purple eyes.

"After all... you don't want to become a human bomb, do you?"

Marisa froze upon hearing this, her golden pupils shrinking drastically.

She swallowed hard, her black witch hat hanging askew on her head, a few strands of golden hair sticking messily to her pale cheeks.

"No...it can't be right?"

Her voice trembled slightly with fear.