Technician's Manual Chapter 51

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　　 When passing the corner, Lorenz collided with a swift anthropologist.

The two of them shook slightly to stabilize their figures. The anthropologist looked at his white robe stained with blood and sewage, and his face turned dark. Just about to say something, he looked up to see Lorenz, his expression suddenly calmed down, and withdrew. step.

　　 "Lorence? Are you back from Broken Lake Prison? I'm sorry I just bumped into you, sorry."

　　 "Nothing, where are you going now?"

　　 "Wine coffee, it's the 15th today, and the Blood Moon Trial still needs everyone to watch it together to make it exciting."

　　 "Have you not seen enough while working in prison?"

　　 The other party chuckled: "Guess who is on the list of prisoners announced this morning? —Varkas Ur, a former elf scholar at Kaimon University!"

　　Varkas?

　　 Lorenz was slightly startled, isn't that the patient he treated yesterday...

　　 "Would you like to come together? Everyone hasn't seen you for a long time, and you will surely startle them when you appear in a wine cafe—"

"OK."

　　 The anthropologist's expression was obviously stiffer. He didn't seem to expect that Lorenz, who had always been withdrawn, would actually agree. He obviously only invited him out of politeness...

　　 "Well... come with me, by the way, do you want to change your clothes and go back to treat your injury?"

　　 Lorenz looked at himself covered with blood: "Isn't there blood wine in the wine cafe? It just can be used for treatment. Or it is very inappropriate for me to enter the wine cafe like this. Would you mind?"

　　 An anthropologist immediately shook his head: "No, no, how is it possible? I actually think you are very handsome and trendy. Walking on the street is sure to turn your head back..."

　　 Lorenz sneered inwardly.

　　As the only blue-scale murloc in the institute, how could he not know that other scholars in the institute secretly discriminated against him?

　　 But he didn't care before, he was single-minded in the pursuit of strength, and was squeezed out and was happy, and he didn't participate in any group activities.

　　 Anyway, under the restrictions of the Racial Equality Act, no matter how many complaints these people have, they can only hold back in their hearts.

　　 On the surface, they even have to maintain an attitude of 'I respect you very much' and 'I don't discriminate against you'.

　　 Otherwise, once Lorenz seized the handle and reported it to the Race Committee, it would directly ruin the future of the discriminator.

　　 But Lorenz was in a really bad mood tonight. Facing an insincere invitation from his colleagues, he suddenly played a little jokingly and agreed with the situation.

　　 But Lorenz soon regretted it.

　　He has never been a barista from the future.

　　 The blue and purple neon lights, the ambiguous and melodious music, the coveted blood saint scholars, every bit made Lorenz feel very uncomfortable, and even his skin began to secrete mucus.

　　 "Which is... Mr. Lawrence?"

　　 "Congratulations to Mr. Lorenz for returning from the blood embracing ceremony!"

　　 "Come on, everyone!"

　　 After everyone booed, they returned to their respective circles. Even the anthropologists who had brought Lorence did not have any intention of introducing him into their circles, so they used their urine to escape.

　　 But Lorenz was also relieved, found an empty table to sit down, ordered a glass of melancholic blues, and soon the bartender served a glass of dark blue cocktail mixed with scarlet.

　　 "The melancholic blues you ordered, 20% human infant blood, 30% blue murloc infant blood, please use it slowly."

　　 Lorenz drank it, licked his lips, and the rotting wound began to heal quickly.

He observed the wine cafe, and he felt that it was no different from the murloc bars in the slum—there were pregnant women drinking at the bar, the orcs and humans were reproducing in the booth, and there were people who ate moon candy too much, like a dog. The same lying on the ground twitching and rolling.

However, the topics discussed by everyone are different from those outside wine cafes. People here are discussing whether there is any result, and one day the group of administrations will be slaughtered, and whether this year will be the last year or not. , Are some adult problems that make people unhappy even after drinking.

　　Lorence's scarlet fish eyes also flashed through a haze—now that the blood embracing ceremony ended, he also had to sign a young researcher contract with the institute.

According to his current source blood quality and the atmosphere of the institute, most of him have to participate in the competition of'promote or go'. If he fails to achieve the required results within the time limit, he cannot be promoted to associate professor, so he has to be dismissed and expelled from the institute. Whether it's a crime hunting agency or starting a business on its own, it's impossible to go further in the research institute anyway.

But the problem is that there are only a few positions for associate professors, and there are dozens of blood saint researchers among competitors... I heard that there is a research institute in Waihai City that is even more outrageous. 30 researchers compete for 0 associate professor positions. The trial period is one 20 years. Then, saying that all of them failed, they directly transported these blood saint researchers to the society and used them for twenty years of labor.

　　 Lorenz took a sip of boring wine, lowered his head and turned the wine list to the other side, and found that it was also a familiar commercial for wine cafes. I saw a list of the internal organ recovery prices of the blood saints, and the recovery agency was the "Red Mist Organ Exchange."

　　 "Human Blood Saint: Heart 80 silver coins, lungs 50 silver coins, kidneys 40 silver coins, eyes 30 silver coins..."

　　 "Blue Scale Murloc: Blood Saint: 44 silver coins for the heart, 23 silver coins for the lungs..."

　　 The blood saint's organ recovery price is significantly lower than the market price. This is naturally because their organs have also mutated after being converted to the blood saint. Therefore, the organs of the blood saint race can only be sold to the same blood saint race, and the market is not large.

　　 All the blood saints can recover through blood therapy, the demand for organ trading is not high, and the price is low.

　　If you change to a normal race, the sales price will be at least two or three times higher. However, it will take too long for a normal race to grow organs again, and it will have a great impact on life. UU reading www.uukanshu.com

　　 When Lorenz was the poorest, he sold his own fish bladder and several thousand milliliters of blood to make some extra money.

　　 Lorenz then thought about it: 'Now that I don't have a job in prison, the subsidy for the research institute is much less. Mother-in-law Yaen is getting more and more difficult, I'd better sell a few organs and collect some money to send them over...'

　　 Granny Yaen is the person in charge of Lanlin Nursing Home and the parent who raised Lorenz.

　　 Lanlin Nursing Home is one of the few nursing homes willing to accept murlocs.

　　 After reaching adulthood, Lorenz would basically give half of his salary to Jaen's mother-in-law to ease the financial pressure on the foster home. After all, if the blue scale goes bankrupt, then hundreds of blue scale juveniles will die every year.

　　 A free economy and a free market. If a baby is not brought up, he will naturally have to reincarnate.

　　 Anyway, he has no hobbies, he doesn't like stocks, he doesn't like to consume, and he lives in the research institute. That little money can't buy any good magical spirits, so he might as well use it to feed the little murlocs in the nursing home.

　　 Just as Lawrence was thinking about what organ he should sell, an eight-sided light screen suddenly appeared in the center of the bar, allowing all customers to see the live content.

　　 "It's started, it's started!"

　　 "Boss snake, come over and open the market!"

　　 "Hey, when will the'Battle Royale' mode be played again? It was really enjoyable that time."

　　 "I think the'computer' mode is the best. The picture of the electric current jumping out of the eyeballs is really beautiful."

　　 "Today is not a holiday, how could there be a special mode... Don't think about it, tonight is definitely the classic mode. I like to watch the classic mode, which is normal but also full of excitement."

　　 When the light curtain came on, even Lorenz, who was not very interested in the trial of the blood moon, couldn't help but look over.

　　 Blood Moon Trial, begin.

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