"Sample sources: Comparison experints of No. a-2 and a-3
Experint items: Study on the rate of muscle strength enhancent in bird transformation experints focusing on sea birds
Only variable: Dried rat-tail flower
Experint process: ....
Conclusion: As an inducer paired with sufficient nutrition, it can enhance muscle strength by 20%-30% after targeted alienation of birds
Speculation: Analyzing the differences between groups, the effective component may only be specific parts of the rat-tail flower, resulting in experintal result differences due to uneven distribution
Status: Pending secondary verification (non-urgent)"
In Cooper Manor, there is a space specially organized for Aiven's experints. The young man is diligently transcribing experint records for future reference.
Even though "Data Visualization" is a very useful auxiliary tool, he still implents the scientific research thod of "Plan-Implent-Check (record, collect, analyze)-Improve," which has been proven effective in his previous life.
Even many mbers of the Violet Eye who have conducted research with Aiven greatly admire this thod, with a trend toward widespread internal association adoption.
"Angie, please bring folder number 3."
"Okay, teacher."
"Angie, today you will write this conclusion report."
"Mm, leave it to !"
"....."
Ti flies, and now it's been three months since the Evil God descent event.
Seeing Angie running around following his instructions, Aiven cannot help but lant that although ti is ruthless, it is also the best redy.
Angie, who was still yellow-skinned and gaunt more than three months ago, has transford through her wizard profession and adequate nutrition in these months, restoring her youthful beauty as a naturally graceful maiden.
From what Aiven knows, there has never been a recorded ugly natural-born witch, and Angie is certainly no exception.
Moreover, the enriching study life and broader horizons after entering the Extraordinary World have made her more confident and cheerful, with a dramatic change in temperant. Even if she returned to her forr living place, nobody would recognize her anymore.
Of course.
Though difficult life has left her, the optimistic nature and strong resilience, like wild grass ford in such environnts, remain. These have refined and adorned her soul, resplendent and radiant.
This is what Aiven appreciates the most.
Watching Angie's transformation is like personally polishing a piece of raw jade, gradually turning it into a perfect gemstone; this kind of achievent and satisfaction is indescribable.
Knock.. knock.. knock..
"What is it?" Just then, a knock sounded at the door. Aiven tidied up the last experint record and looked up to ask.
"Young master Aiven, your guest has arrived, madam asks you to co over." Angie had already opened the door, and Aunt Daphne's maid Rebecca followed her in.
"Okay, I understand. Has Elante returned, Rebecca?"
The independent room in the manor and the large space behind it are actually not filled with private things, dangerous or secretive experints won't be placed in the manor.
So besides the two of them, so other people are allowed to enter.
"Knowing guests are coming, madam didn't permit Young Master Elante to go out today." The young maid politely answered after curtsying.
Elante is one of the main characters today; he cannot be absent. Aiven nodded after confirming everyone was present: "All right, let's go over."
Don't keep the guests waiting.
Soon, Aiven, having changed clothes, led his student Angie to find the visiting guests at the martial training ground behind the manor.
Clash! Clash! Clash!...
As they arrived, there were two figures, one tall and one short, fiercely sparring in the training ground, the sound of wooden swords clashing was constant.
Nearby, a strikingly good-looking young man and woman sat under the tree's shade enjoying tea, fruit, and exquisite snacks.
Aiven led Angie over and casually greeted them: "Hey! How co Alva is fighting with Elante?"
"Alva, after finally recuperating, wants to seize the chance to bully a kid, but it seems he's about to get lectured instead."
Delis laughed gloatingly, seeing Aiven's confusion; even the weakest Extraordinary wouldn't be bullied by an apprentice; she shrugged and added:
"He wore one of Anthony's 'Extraordinary Handcuffs.'"
"Ha, feeling hopeless?"
Na: Elante Cooper
Gender: Male
Attributes: Constitution 0.72
Strength 0.68
Agility 0.75
Skills: White Sail Swordsmanship (Beginner) Phaletis Saber Technique (Beginner) Grammar (Mastery) Nautical Knowledge (Beginner)
Already advantaged, with targeted teaching from Aiven and reasonable supply of "Whale Potion," Elante, who just turned thirteen, is physically much stronger than Aiven at thirteen after awakening his mories.
Moreover, Aiven frequently uses "Data Visualization" monitoring feature to tailor his cultivation plan; Elante's swordsmanship has advanced radically during this ti.
While it's not at the "Mastery" level yet, his beginner stage skills are already deeply refined.
Lowering physical attributes to the sa level, Alva, who advanced to Official Knight through witchcraft ans, may not necessarily rival Elante in swordsmanship.
"Pseudo: Sword Style: Floating Boat!"
Clash——
Indeed, after entangling for dozens of moves, Alva made a judgnt mistake, allowing Elante to close in using the simplified swordsmanship secret technique, directly disarming his longsword.
"Ah, how could this be? I won't count, let's go again!"
Alva, defeated easily by a thirteen-year-old Apprentice Knight, felt disgraced and grabbed Elante's hand to insist on another match.
"Enough, Alva! Didn't you see Aiven already arrived? Be careful Aiven doesn't thrash you for bullying his cousin." Anthony's voice ca tily to halt his unreasonable demands.
"No way, it's obviously being bullied here?"
Alva said this while putting down the longsword and walked to them with Elante.
Around the long table, everyone sat casually as it's not a formal social eting. Angie and Elante sat on either side of Aiven.
"Alva, it seems your recovery is good! Anthony already told , how's the taste of dancing with the beautiful 'Killing Ghost' lady?"
Previously, Alva was controlled by "Highly Poisonous Bluebells," if not inherently strong, he'd be hollowed like those unlucky ones. He recuperated at ho for nearly three months before elders allowed him out.
"Can we stop ntioning this? I admitted my mistake!" Alva surrendered, pleading pitifully for rcy.
This period, he's been teased enough; the thrilling, ambiguous, mystical story of escaping from the "Killing Ghost" is popular among the circle, even after three months, people jokingly ask every ti they et him.
His psychological shadow is almost appearing.
"Enough, let's not joke about it. Anthony, how's your foundation going?" Aiven mildly teased Alva before switching to serious matters.
"Preliminary investigation and statistics are completed, the direct death toll due to Killing Ghost rampage is two thousand three hundred fifty-two.
Among which, on the last night, the death toll due to 'Rampager' accounts for half; the city's property loss due to their destruction is astronomical."
Upon Anthony's words, everyone present, whether experiencing the event firsthand or not, felt a heavy heart.
"Are you really going to donate all your prize to the foundation?"
Anthony asked, his expression sowhat unusual as he looked at Aiven.
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