Chapter 296

Chapter 296

The management of Garrett Nordmark’s Mage Tower... was really not strict at all.

After all, there were only two official members of the Mage Tower: Garrett himself and Aurora Worton, plus Mr. Andrew Lynn who was visiting. With just these two and a half people, it seemed unnecessary to deliberately establish rules and regulations for the Mage Tower, numbering up to 123.

What about students?

Those 24 apprentices, 30% counted as students, 70% as laborers, could at most be exploited for a year’s worth of work, with virtually no chance of keeping anything for themselves. Therefore, Garrett’s approach to them was essentially laissez-faire. As long as they worked diligently and didn’t fight, whatever they wanted to do or learn after class was none of his concern...

Based on all this, the one thing Garrett strictly managed was the P4 laboratory management system. Three zones, two passages, no wandering around, cleanliness when entering and exiting the lab, and—

Absolutely no taking anything out of the lab!

No spatial equipment allowed in or out!

Many of those bacteria were deadly pathogens, taking them out could kill people!

I’m talking to you, you bunch from Black Crow Swamp!

Outside the P4 laboratory, Garrett was much more relaxed. Whether it was culture mediums, diseased animals, or breeding penicillin, everything was just casually placed as long as the door was remembered to be shut.

These items taken out? Well, if they were taken out, so be it, it’s not like it would kill anyone...

So, Garrett, dragging along Aurora and Andrew, and Bernard who was purely there for a free meal, had a big stroll around the shopping district and had dinner. When he returned and heard that a strain of penicillin had been stolen, he was somewhat baffled:

“What? Who stole it? What for?”

It’s not like it’s 1945 in the Shanghai Bund, where a dose of penicillin was worth a yellow croaker fish, desperately stolen... What’s the use of stealing a breeding strain?

I haven’t even started the selection, purification, or made it into sodium penicillin, let alone procaine penicillin—well, forget about the latter, the chemical industry level of this world probably won’t make it in this lifetime—but still, what use is there in stealing the strain?

"MOSS doesn’t know why it was stolen." The Tower Spirit’s voice was still that gender-neutral, monotonous electronic tone, even when spitting out "I don’t know," there wasn’t a hint of questioning or guilt. Methodically, it answered:

"The one who took the strain was Mage Apprentice Kevin Aini. MOSS has recorded footage of Aini taking the strain and leaving the Mage Tower, which the master can view in the control room."

"Mage Apprentice?"

"Why him?"

Garrett and Aurora asked together. In Garrett’s mind, if anyone were to steal penicillin, it would most likely be someone from the Temple of the Spring Goddess, or at most, the Temple of the God of War—

Would the Magic Council be afraid of not getting their hands on it? Once he finished his research, the task of mass production would naturally fall to the Magic Council, why would they need to steal?

They both hastened their pace towards the elevator. Behind them, Mr. Andrew Lynn heaved a sigh of relief:

Thank God, the thief wasn’t one of their Black Crow Swamp lot!

After this sigh, his mind began to whirl non-stop. Having faced countless battles with the Radiant Church, he instinctively thought of the worst-case scenario:

Why steal important research results?

What’s the background of that Mage Apprentice?

Could he be a spy from the other side?

"MOSS, what school does Kevin Aini belong to? Who is his mentor? What’s his background?—Why didn’t you stop him?"

He asked a string of questions. By the time the elevator reached the top of the tower, while the Tower Spirit was playing the footage for the master, it buzzed in response:

Especially since that one was level 15! Level 15! One level higher than Archmage Carlisle!

Archmage, please block it...

Archmage Carlisle did not disappoint his expectations. With a casual wave, a wall of force rose, protecting Garrett securely. Then he roared back:

"Old Morton! Your disciple’s disciple has stolen stuff and brought it to our Horn of Thunder!"

"What?"

Mage Morton was stunned. He waved his hand subconsciously, and the test tubes, flasks, and petri dishes on the table flew out in a clatter. Garrett, hiding behind Archmage Carlisle, was so scared that his eyes widened:

[Ahhh—]

Don’t smash it! What is in these things? Please don’t let it be contagious germs!

Archmage Carlisle seemed to sense it too, his finger slightly raised, and a gentle breeze picked up, holding those flying objects in the air. The two mages, one holding and one gathering, quickly put things back in order. Only then did Mage Morton have time to ask:

"What’s the situation? Which disciple of mine? What did he steal?"

Archmage Carlisle slammed the chip in

front of him.

The screen pulled open again, showing a sneaky youth, slipping into the laboratory, putting the contents of a petri dish into a bottle, tucking it into his chest, and taking it back to the dormitory. He finished packing his things, carrying his luggage and leaving the Mage Tower, his figure getting farther and farther, smaller and smaller, and the youth never looked back from beginning to end.

Archmage Carlisle coldly said:

"Kevin Aini, an apprentice from your department. The Public Health Department was recruiting recently—"

He shifted to the side, letting Garrett out, indicating it was his matter. Garrett hurriedly nodded and bowed to Mage Morton, and Archmage Carlisle pointed at Garrett, standing aside and continuing:

"That kid was sent to his Mage Tower, and then he did this—"

"I’ve heard of this." Old Morton nodded.

He was aware of the establishment of the Public Health Department and Garrett, a level 3 mage who got a high-level Mage Tower, as well as the research projects released by Mage Towers that several in the medical branch were vying for, he even made a few calls—

Thinking of this, the Archmage felt a bad feeling rise in his heart: "Who is his mentor?"

"When he was sent over, a resume was attached, that kid’s mentor is Billy O’Gran. Old Morton, that’s your disciple, right?"

Mage Morton choked. His face turned from red to white, then from white to red, his fists clenched with a crackling sound. Standing silently for a moment, he pulled out the chip from the experimental table, carefully stored it, and walked towards Archmage Carlisle:

"O’Gran is my disciple. —Let’s go, if that kid really is under O’Gran’s tutelage, I will definitely give you an explanation!"

The three left the Mage Tower together. Mage Morton strode meteorically, heading straight towards the north side of Igor Peak. Coming to the edge of the cliff, Garrett thought there would be a magic carpet, or at least a Phantom Steed to ride, but to his surprise, Mage Morton grabbed his wrist and leapt out—

"Ahhhhhh!"

Garrett screamed uncontrollably. This side was a cliff! A cliff!

Falling straight down more than two hundred meters deep!

He didn’t want to become a lich now!

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