There is no way the Liberian girl could lay eggs!

Looking at his favorite student, Parvez put his hand on Hemer's shoulder and patted him gently: "Very good. After this treatment is over, I will restore your permissions when I come back."

"Yes! Then I'll get back to work!"

Flattered, Hemer agreed and thanked Parvis again, then waved goodbye to him.

Halfway through the walk, Hemer suddenly thought of something and called out to Parvis who was about to leave.

"Oh right! The dose to be injected this time is quite large and exceeds the default safety value of the injection machine. I need your permission, teacher."

"If the teacher has something to do, please give me your ID card and let me do the work."

Pausing for a moment while holding his glasses, Parvez knocked his head and said, "Look at my memory."

Taking off the work badge hanging on his chest, Parvis handed it to Hemer.

"Then it's hard work for you."

"It's not hard, it's what students should do!"

After saying goodbye to Parvis again, Hemer stood there and watched Parvis go away. Until Parvis disappeared from her sight, Hemer turned and walked in another direction.

There was no smile on her face at this moment. Parvez's work badge was held in her hand. Hemer held it tightly, not daring to relax for a moment.

After walking along the corridor for about five minutes, Hemer arrived at a room.

Archives.

Looking at the row number above, Hemer waved Parvis's ID card in front of the identifier.

"Authentication successful. Welcome, Director Parvez!"

A mechanical female voice came from the identifier. Hemer packed up his things, looked around, and after confirming that there was no one around, he walked in alone.

Without turning on the lights, Hemer relied on his excellent night vision to find the computer in the dim archive room.

She opened it, verified her identity, and retrieved the file. The scene that had been rehearsed countless times in Hemer's mind was reproduced by her.

all the best.

"Ifrit...don't worry..."

Muttering to himself, Hemer flipped through the dates of the files, looking for files about Ifrit one by one.

As she said, during this period of being ignored, she did think things through, but it was not as she said, that she figured out her attitude.

But...

"I'll investigate... Is it an experimental treatment... or just an experiment called treatment? I'll know soon..."

As he flipped through the files one by one, time passed. By the time Hemer found Ifrit's file, fifteen minutes had passed.

When I opened the file, what came into view was a photo of Ifrit. In the photo, she was wearing a hospital gown, her face haggard and numb.

He pressed the mouse with his index finger, and the second page appeared in front of Hemer.

A blood-red light was imprinted on Hemer's face. Looking at the text recorded in the file, Hemer wiped his glasses in disbelief.

"Flame... Project? Codename... Ifrit?!"

After confirming that there was nothing wrong with his eyes, Hemer's heart suddenly accelerated.

Her fingers slid uncontrollably across the roller, the flamethrower, and the experimental data were all displayed in front of Hemer, shattering everything she had believed in the past.

"How could this be...what is this?!"

click!

"who!"

Standing up from the chair, Hemer looked behind him like a frightened bird.

At the door, Parvez, who said he had to go out for something, was standing there with a kind smile on his face, like a kind neighbor elder.

"Hemer... did you... see everything?"

Pointing to the lit computer screen, Parvez asked.

After being reminded by Parvez, Hemer stood in front of the computer screen in a panic, trying to block the content on it.

"Teacher..."

PS: The Rhine chapter is almost over, and I'll be moving on to Dragon Gate. Some people say Muirseth is a dead giveaway (I'm talking about you, Fox!), but... my favorite thing to do is say no to self-righteous people! (Not really!) I'm only about halfway through this book, so don't rush!

By the way, I clearly applied for a recommendation, but why did I get a discount?

Pudding didn't come to see me either...

Have I been abandoned?

Volume 4: Chapter 117: The Real "Murderer"

"Parvis...Teacher..."

Hemer's heart almost jumped out of his chest as he called the name of the person in front of him with difficulty.

It was discovered!

"Teacher...oh...you..."

With panic under his glasses, Hemer tried to explain something incoherently, but Parvis just held his hand back without caring.

"Look at it if you want, Hemer. This information was originally meant for you."

Parvis's tone and actions were no different from usual, as if he was studying with Hemer in the past, helping Hemer to understand the knowledge he didn't understand.

With Parvis's "guarantee", Hemer no longer concealed his feelings. He stood up straight and looked at Parvis in confusion: "Teacher...what is the Flame Demon Project? Is this experiment...the Ifrit..."

There was still a hint of luck in the depths of his eyes, and Hemer expected Parvis to say no.

This is her teacher, a teacher who has done her a great favor...

"I'm sorry, due to the confidentiality agreement, a lot of information was not disclosed in advance, resulting in you not being able to fully understand the significance of the experiment."

"I hope you can understand my difficulties."

Unfortunately, what she heard was different from what she thought...

Completely different!

The last glimmer of hope was shattered, and Hemer was surrounded by the uncomfortable feeling of being deceived and betrayed.

"Understand what? Understand that you are conducting illegal human experiments?!"

Parvis's tall and majestic figure suddenly collapsed in front of Hemer. The teacher who had been so caring towards her in the past had become a man with blood on his hands...

Butcher!

No longer having any expectations for Parvis, Hemer's eyes looking at him became unfamiliar.

"So, you...your goal isn't to heal Ifrit at all! You're deliberately causing her Originium skills to go haywire!"

Hemer raised his finger and pointed at Parvez: "You are just waiting for the moment when she becomes a murder weapon!"

"Hemer, from the moment you took on this project, didn't you realize that this was an experiment?"

Every word of his student's accusation was heartbreaking, but Parvis did not react at all. Instead, he blamed Hemer.

"I don't understand you..."

Confused by Parvez's words, Hemer looked at him blankly.

What is...

Was it an experiment from the beginning?

Parvis...his own teacher...isn't he the one most against this kind of thing?

why...

"I don't understand what you mean, teacher. Didn't you oppose the experiment Joyce went through before?!"

Is even that a disguise?!

When Hemer mentioned Joyce, Parvis showed a look of understanding: "Joyce? Oh, yes, of course."

"Joyce was an outstanding researcher. Her wisdom and life should have been dedicated to more valuable scientific research projects. It is really not worth it for her to be harmed because of an experiment."

"after all..."

"If an experiment like that were conducted with external recruitment..."

"There are as many desperate volunteers as we need."

Parvez said these chilling words lightly, which made Hemer shudder.

Nowhere to go?

Shouldn’t they also be the ones to define what it means to be desperate?

Easily erasing the meaning of a person's existence, just for one's own experiment...

"Teacher... This is the last time I call you teacher, could it be..."

All the strength in his body seemed to be drained away. Hemer staggered two steps and bumped into the edge of the table.

"Is Ifrit's life worthless?! She's a person! A living person! Not a tool to be manipulated!"

"No, Ifrit's life certainly has value."

Taking off his glasses, Parvis took out a glasses cloth and carefully wiped away the nonexistent stains. "She is one of the very few precious experimental subjects who can withstand the fragments of the Fire Demon."

"Her sacrifices and contributions to the experiment cannot be erased, and she will be remembered in history."

"Are you crazy?!"

Scolding Parvez for his words that should have him investigated, Hemer stepped forward angrily: "Illegal human experiments are inhumane!"

“How could you do such a thing!!!”

The wiping action stopped, and the smile on Parvez's face faded, replaced by a puzzled look: "Hemer, I really don't understand."

"Scientific progress always comes with sacrifice. How could you forget that?"

"Sacrificing human lives for progress...that's not science! That's a crime!"

As he refuted Parvez, Hemer's breathing began to quicken.

But as a qualified "teacher", Parvez also has corresponding ways of dealing with it.

In response, Ling Parvens calmly put his glasses back on: "Sometimes it's the life of the experimenter that drives scientific progress, and sometimes it's the scientist himself..."

"Even the strongest driving force for technology...is often war!"

"I wonder how many children like Ifrit have died helplessly in the flames of war. Aren't our actions saving them?"

"You're confusing the concepts! This is wrong! It shouldn't be like this..."

Her confidence suddenly faded, and Hemer wanted to refute, but she was shocked to find that she could not find any reason to refute. Everything Parvis said was the reality today.

“Much of the technology we use today was born out of countless sacrifices.”

"You accuse the sacrifices of being inhumane, yet you enjoy the technology brought about by these sacrifices, Hummer..."

With a smile on his lips, Parvis gently placed his hand on Hemer's shoulder, just as before.

“It’s hypocritical.”

"As for Ifrit, we saved her. I even let you take care of her daily life. Not only can she enjoy a life of plenty, but she can also contribute to such a great experiment!"

"Compared to the children who died of oripathy in the wilderness..."

"How lucky she is!"

He rubbed the corners of his eyes with his fingers, and as if moved by the "facts" he had said, there actually appeared some crystal spots on Parvis' fingers.

"No...no..."

As he stepped back, Hemer's mind was in a mess.

"This little girl, she dedicated her everything to science, and your soul and dreams."

“But they are blaming science itself.”

His back hit something hard, and when Hemer looked back, he saw that she had retreated to the computer desk, and the computer screen that had just been turned off was also woken up by her.

On the screen was a photo of Ifrit, staring straight at Hemer.

"No...it's not like that...it shouldn't be like this!"