Chapter 190 Harold: What a talent!
"Let's go to the Dawn Winery." said Kong.
After saying that, he turned around, walked towards the city gate, and set foot on the road to Dawn Winery. After hearing what Kong said, Paimon excitedly floated in front of Kong.
"Well, maybe Master Diluk will pay a higher price for this card. This is the limited edition female version of Kaeya!"
Paimon smiled maliciously, "It would be even better if Kaeya was here, hehe, I can't wait to see his expression after seeing this card!
Traveler, you must protect this card and don't let Kaia destroy the evidence!"
Kong shook his head helplessly: "Looking at the situation, everyone in Mond already knows about this, there is no way Kaia doesn't know about it."
"Ah... that's not fun anymore. Hmm... think about it, the card we drew is a super rare card. Maybe no one here has ever drawn it before!"
Paimon floated forward and turned his head to talk to Sora.
...
Xumi City, Health House
Murtada lay on the bed, looking at the ceiling, his body stiff, and his father Taj sat next to him.
When this highly respected discipline officer heard that his son was attacked by a fraudster and seriously injured, he felt a darkness before his eyes and instantly lost the ability to think.
His partner, Seno, immediately supported him and calmly arranged for other disciplinary officers to ask for leave for him. With Seno's persuasion, he temporarily put down his work and hurried to the Health Home.
When I entered Murtada's hospital room, I saw my son with bandages on his legs, arms and head.
Tajie's eyebrows drooped, and his always resolute expression showed signs of softening. He clasped his hands together, pressed his thumbs fiercely on his knuckles, and murmured:
"I'm sorry, Murtada...I didn't protect you."
"It's all my father's fault..."
"...Hate me..."
...
He kept looking at his trembling hands, not even having the courage to look Murtada in the eye. He was afraid to see disappointment and resentment in his son's eyes, and afraid to hear his son's question:
Where were you when my life was threatened?
Why are you always not there when I need you?
[Are you really that busy? ]
...
Murtada opened his mouth and felt his throat and eyes sore. He quickly turned his head away so that his father would not see his expression.
At this moment, he wanted to tell Haroldt's plan in its entirety, so that he wouldn't have to listen to his father's nagging anymore, and wouldn't have to endure the embarrassment and torment of conscience.
But thinking of his teacher's warning, he finally resisted the urge.
Thus, a strange atmosphere spread in the ward. Both of them felt guilty and wanted to say something, but no one spoke. They even resisted eye contact.
After a while, Murtada said dryly: "Father, it was Teacher Harold who saved me."
"...Well, I already know. I've heard of him. He's an excellent scholar and very strong...I'll go thank him when you feel better." Tajie whispered.
"I said before that I have found a mentor and plan to follow him to do research after graduation. That mentor... is actually Harold..."
Murtada tried hard to find a topic to break the dull atmosphere, but after thinking about it, it seemed that he had nothing else to talk about with his father except his studies.
Hearing this, Tajie finally came out of his strong sense of self-blame and showed a slightly surprised look:
"That's Harold? That young man... He's very good. Although he's young, he's very talented in research and seems to have found a set of skills for writing papers. There's no problem with his character..."
When Tajie thought of some of the stories about Haroldt that his good partner Seno had told him, his heart was suddenly filled with relief and joy, and he felt that he no longer had to worry about his son's future.
Although Harold was in office for the first year and had no experience in guiding students, he was much better than those idiots in the Canon Council who only knew how to form cliques, commit academic fraud and corrupt the atmosphere.
He coughed lightly and adjusted his mood, but still asked awkwardly: "Does the injury still hurt?"
Murtada, who was actually fine, said: "...Not bad."
"Would you like an apple? The nurse said your chewing ability is not impaired, and eating some fruit will help your recovery," said Taj.
"...good."
Murtada finished speaking and added in a low voice: "...I'm a little thirsty, Dad."
Taj: "I'll go get you some water and be back in a minute."
Murtada buried his head in the pillow. He wanted to ask his father to help him bring his study materials to the Health Home so that he could complete the remaining courses as soon as possible and officially become Harold's student, but now he found it difficult to open his mouth.
Let's talk about it tomorrow. As long as I work harder, I can still finish my studies on time, Murtada thought.
...
Harold, who frequently appears in the conversation between the two, is observing the newly born Little Flower in the castle.
These days, Dixia has become more and more skilled in handling pollen. She has successfully attached fire elements to the pollen of the ice-attributed flower.
Haroldt mixed the pollen processed by Dishia with the inactivated pollen of the fire-attribute deceitful flower in a certain proportion, and then used the pollen to pollinate the twenty-three fire-attribute deceitful flowers that were selected as mother plants.
This batch of mother plants are in good condition and are gradually bearing fruit. Harold has a hunch that he will see the birth of a new variety of flowers soon.
Hybridization experiments using the thunder attribute flower as the male parent and the fire attribute flower as the female parent are also underway.
Although a "Cheat Flower that cannot use elemental power" as Haroldt theoretically proposed has not yet appeared, a hybrid Cheat Flower C51 has appeared that can continuously fire fire and lightning attributes.
The first hybrid offspring they obtained, C18, also learned to fire elemental bullets with two attributes after two months of study, but the attack intervals were still very long, and it would think for a long time after each attack.
Harold guessed that it had an intellectual disability.
Haroldt sat by the window of his bedroom, drawing a function graph of a set of data on the growth period of a hybrid offspring. The feather pen made a slight "rustling" sound when it touched the paper.
"Thump, thump, thump!"
Harold heard a knocking sound outside the window. He raised his head, reached out to open the glass window, and a dusky bird immediately flapped its wings and flew into the room and landed on Harold's shoulder.
"...A letter from Dolly?" Harold touched the top of the Twilight Bird's head, muttered to himself, and then took the letter from the mailbox tied to the Twilight Bird's leg.
Unrolling the rolled-up note and reading it carefully, Harold smiled: "Another one who came to my door on his own..."