Mage Joan

Randomly selected subjects on the street do not need to spend money, will not pose any threat to themselves, and the chance of being detected is almost zero, do you want to try it?

Evil thoughts swelled in Joan's mind, almost breaking his moral bottom line.

"No! Never do that!"

Joan turned back suddenly, clenched his teeth, and clutched the hot, bulging deformed eyeball behind his neck, restrained the impulse to commit crime, and forced himself to calm down.

For spellcasters like Joan, due to their extraordinary abilities, the laws mainly used to restrict ordinary people are actually very limited in their binding to this group. In many cases, it is only the heart that can really encourage them to respect social order. Moral bottom line.

Once the desire is out of control and the moral bottom line is broken, the damage to the social order caused by the caster is much greater than that of ordinary people.

Joan felt that as a person, especially a "social person", he should have a minimum respect for his personality and moral bottom line.

If he breaks through this bottom line, it will be unclear how others will be. For a person with a peculiar pedigree, he will surely sink deeper and deeper on the road of anti-social and anti-human beings, and eventually become a monster that will do nothing without evil.

Joan doesn't like that kind of self, so he doesn't allow himself to test on the edge of the moral bottom line, he doesn't allow himself to target innocent passers-by, and experiment with a very cruel spell.

Ruin the health and happiness of the innocent, and he will not be happy from it.

Since we are not planning to complete the last R&D link of "aphasia" in a criminal way, how can we solve this practical dilemma?

In any case, Joanne must test his newly-invented spell on a live experimental body, and it is impossible to confirm whether "Aphasia" is really effective without passing this level.

Joan paced back and forth in the bedroom.

Experimenting with the passers-by violated his principles. How about experimenting with deadly prisoners on the second place?

Joan was a little hesitant about this idea, not entirely out of moral considerations, but more importantly, he didn't get the way to death row and didn't know who to deal with.

jailer? Warden? Meadgard City Council?

Think it is troublesome and a headache!

Experimenting with human death row is too much trouble, so what about the goblins, orcs, and jackals?

The physiological structure of these humanoids is similar to that of human beings, and nine out of ten is not a good thing. It does not need guilt to be used for experiments.

Of course, these evil creatures are not easy to provoke, and it takes some risk to catch alive, and Joan has just been in Midgard City for a few days. It is not clear where the above evil humanoid creatures are in the vicinity. It is necessary to find someone to inquire.

Thinking so, Joanne went downstairs to the kitchen to find Mrs. Anderson who was preparing lunch, and wanted to talk to her about this issue.

As soon as I reached the stairs, a fat black and white cat ran head-on, very skillfully rubbing on Joan's feet, meowing meekly.

Joan picked up the cat and touched it, suddenly triggering inspiration.

"Aphasia" is not limited to only humanoids, as long as it is a creature that sounds through vibration, it can be used as an experimental body, such as chickens, ducks, cats, dogs and other small animals.

Since it is inconvenient to experiment with live people, why not go to the market and buy some live chickens and ducks as an experiment body?

If it is confirmed that the "Aphasia" is indeed effective in chickens and ducks, it is not too late to consider human experiments in the next step; on the contrary, if the chickens and ducks are still useless, it means that this spell is not perfect enough and it is necessary to go back and revise it.

The more Joan thought, the more feasible this method was, so he walked into the kitchen with the cat, explained his plan to Mrs. Anderson, gave her four silver Durga, and asked her to piggyback and buy a few small ones when she bought vegetables in the afternoon. The **** is back.

Joant emphasized that buying a rooster is because the rooster is more lively than the hen, and the cry is louder.

Mrs. Anderson had lived near the university for half her life. She had rented an apartment to a young Austrian professional before. It had long been found that most of these casters had some quirks, and the requests made by Joan were not strange. Four little roosters came home and were kept in a cage in the kitchen backyard.

Qiao An thanked the landlord's wife, and then happily ran to the backyard, squatting beside the chicken coop, holding her knees with both hands, and carefully looking at the four small cocks.

The roosters were pecking corn kernels, and found that Joan came over. He first looked at him cautiously while pecking rice. His eyes widened for a while. The chickens might be too bored to bother him.

Jo Ann is not bored. Through careful observation, he confirmed that the four little roosters are all healthy, and occasionally groaning when pecking rice, showing that their vocal cords are no problem.

In order to ensure that there is no problem, he also performed "Higher Endoscopy" to check the physical condition of the roosters with the help of spells. The results confirmed his observations.

Joan spread out the notebook he had prepared long ago, put it on his lap, write down the date with a pencil, and then numbered the four roosters according to their appearance characteristics, namely: big flower, second flower, little white and little yellow .

Next, Joan chose "Xiaobai" as the first experimental body, took out a small piece of black agate, and tried to cast his own 2 ring "Aphasia" invented on it.

"Nucumna!"

Joan chanted an elven mantra representing "weakened and crippled", raised his finger to the little white feathered **** in the cage, and the black agate trembling in his hand, then shattered into dust.

Under the guidance of spell spells and black agate, the magic net around Joan resonated, using countless slender magic threads as a pipe to extract high concentration of negative energy, following Joan’s finger direction, turning into a pale The light beam hits the chicken coop.

The roosters in the cage felt the eerie breath accompanied by the flow of negative energy, and all were so frightened that their wings fluttered.

The negative energy flow seems to have grown eyes, bypassing other attacks, automatically tracking the white feather rooster designated by Joan, quickly invading his body, gathering in the throat, and eroding its vocal cords.

"Little White"'s throat seemed to be splashed with a bottle of concentrated sulfuric acid, and he was still screaming. After being eroded by "aphasia", he immediately lost his vocal ability, twisted his neck in pain, opened and closed his mouth, but even a syllable. Can't send it out.

Seeing the uncomfortable look of the cock, Joan felt strange. In order to study "aphasia", this is also impossible. I can only say "Sorry" to "Xiao Bai" in my heart.

Inexplicably turned into dumb, "Little White" is of course very uncomfortable. Fortunately, as far as Joan's observations are concerned, "Aphasia" did not cause any collateral damage except for destroying the vocal cords of the cock.

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