Kieran started to salivate uncontrollably. He looked at the direction where the aroma came from, which was also the direction they were heading.
"Smell it, right?
The reason why Smith built his lab at the edge of the campus is because of his research, other than the fact that he doesn't like noise.
This aroma is too good, I always want to barge into his lab to see what it is.
Too bad … "
Eiderburgh couldn't help but shake his head and sigh as he drove.
Without a doubt, Eiderburgh didn't succeed even once.
However, Kieran didn't care whether he succeeded or not, his attention was captivated by the aroma.
The aroma of fruits and vegetables mixed with the aroma of meat that came in contact with fire. The aroma was weak, but it was real.
"Fruits and roasted meat?"
Kieran thought in his heart.
"You'll definitely get along with Smith, you know."
"After all, both of you are taciturn fellows."
Eiderburgh shrugged when he realized Kieran had no intention to talk. He then sped up the car.
Kieran was already a free chauffeur, plus he had to pay six months of his salary, Eiderburgh was a little depressed.
If he had a choice, he really didn't want to see Kieran again.
Instinctively, Eiderburgh took out his pipe.
However, he didn't light it up.
He didn't light it up until he reached Professor Smith's lab.
"We're here."
Eiderburgh got off the car and walked towards the iron gate.
Through the iron fence, Kieran could clearly see the huge plantation behind the gate. There were regular vegetables, grains, and some other things that he couldn't recognize. In the middle of the plantation was a two-story wooden house, and in front of the door was a huge dog.
Its aura was terrifying.
It was crawling on the ground like a tiger.
Just like how Kieran couldn't identify the crops that he didn't recognize, he couldn't recognize the dog that was obviously specially bred either.
"Hey, Bolt, is Smith awake?"
Eiderburgh greeted the huge and ferocious canine.
However, the big hound did not respond to Eiderburgh's question, instead staring at Kieran.
His eyes were filled with vigilance and a trace of fear.
About ten seconds later, the large dog named Boulder walked over and opened the iron fence from the inside. Throughout the entire process, it was still extremely vigilant towards Kieran.
"A beast's intuition?"
Kieran thought.
Although he tried his best to restrain his aura, he looked no different from a normal person to an ordinary person. However, it was different in the eyes of animals.
Especially this kind of specially cultivated animal.
"You really are a big trouble. Even Boulder noticed you."
"Don't worry, Bolt. He's just here to borrow Smith's Advanced Receiver. After that, he'll leave with me."
Eiderburgh smiled at Kieran before he told Boulder.
As if his explanation worked, or maybe because Kieran had been restraining his aura, Boulder shook its body and wagged its tail. It walked back to the wooden hut and crawled back to its original spot.
"Come on."
Eiderburgh gestured at the wooden hut with his chin and carefully walked on the path between the fields, afraid that he would step on the sprouted crops on both sides of the path.
Kieran followed and looked at the wooden hut.
He could clearly tell that the aroma was coming from the wooden hut.
"Are the crops outside a disguise?"
Kieran wondered.
Theorate was a magical place with many unimaginable delicacies, but the dangers that lurked within were obvious as well.
As a native of the land, Smith had to be vigilant.
Just like this large hound named Boulder.
When he walked past the hound, Kieran looked down at it again, but what he got in return was an unfriendly grunt and growl.
Wisely, Kieran hastened his steps.
He didn't want to cause unnecessary trouble at a time like this.
Eiderburgh pushed open the wooden hut's door and shouted loudly.
"Smith, Smith!"
Gak Tsk, Gak Tsk.
As the wooden floor creaked, a figure slowly walked down.
The figure wasn't tall, only average, but extremely buff. When the figure walked down from the wooden hut, it felt like a wall was closing in on him.
The loose overalls and a linen shirt were tight on his body.
However, what attracted Kieran's attention was his appearance.
He was bald, one-eyed, and limping.
He was holding a walking stick in one hand and a big cowhide flask in the other. Judging from the smell from the flask, Kieran was sure the flask contained a high alcohol content, and judging from the noise, the flask was only half full.
Eiderburgh frowned.
"You are drinking in the morning again?
Forget it, this is 2567.
This year's First Seat wants to use your High Receiver, I'll pay for it. "
Eiderburgh pouted helplessly and introduced Kieran, but Smith didn't care. He didn't even bat an eye at Kieran.
"Pay first."
Smith's voice was hoarse and sounded a little muffled.
Kieran wasn't sure if it was innate or because of the alcohol.
Eiderburgh took out a paper bag and passed it to Smith. Smith didn't even check it and just threw it on the sofa.
"Follow me."
Smith turned around and headed deeper into the first floor. After going through a long and narrow corridor and pushing open the door at the end, a weird-looking chair appeared in front of Kieran.
It was a chair made entirely out of stone, and the back and armrests were covered in green vines. Even though it was processed, it looked like it was dug out from some ruins.
"Enigmatic State?"
Kieran thought of something.
"Sit on it and hold the Inheritance Crystal in your hand."
Smith said.
Kieran didn't follow Smith's order right away. Under Smith's impatient gaze, Kieran walked around the chair and made sure there was no danger before sitting on it.
"The whole process will last around one to three hours, and it will hurt a little."
As Smith spoke, he twisted open the flask and dripped a drop of wine onto the floor of the room.
Pak!
When the wine dripped on the wooden floor, Kieran sharply sensed a strange presence, but before he could search for it, his sight was replaced by images.
It wasn't a strange sight, because last night on the rooftop, the illusory figure had disguised a similar scene.
However, this time, the scene was more detailed and realistic.
It felt like Smith's own experience.
However, with his powerful Spirit attribute, Kieran knew it was fake.
He felt like he was watching a movie, witnessing the chef's life again.
Then …
…
After dripping a drop of wine, Smith closed the door and returned to the living room with Eiderburgh. He put his cane aside and sat on the sofa.
"How is it?"
Eiderburgh sat down on the chair without any hesitation and asked.
Smith looked up at Eiderburgh with his blurry eyes, but he didn't answer. Instead, he opened the bottle again and took a few gulps.
Gulp, Gulp.
A strange blush appeared on Smith's face. He held the wine jug and leaned against the sofa. He turned his head to look at the morning sun outside the door. After muttering a few words, he hugged the wine jug and curled up on the sofa.
However, Smith quickly sat up and looked at the room at the end of the corridor.
There, a scorching aura suddenly appeared and surged endlessly, as if a monster made entirely of magma was roaring.
The temperature in the wooden hut rose rapidly.
Soon, the already withered wood was about to reach the critical point of being ignited.
Smith opened the bottle again and dripped another drop of wine.
Instantly, the temperature of the entire room returned to its original level.
Everything was the same as before.
However, Smith was different.
His originally turbid eyes flashed with a sharp light, like a long knife cutting through the thick fog, causing people to not dare to look directly at him, and their scalps would go numb.
"Whose Inheritance Crystal did he take?"
Smith asked.
"The legendary one in E Block cafeteria."
Eiderburgh crossed his arms and looked at Smith with a smile.
He was looking forward to what would happen next.
"The Flaming Devil?"
Smith frowned.
"That's a misunderstanding. He is a really great chef, I prefer to call him the Flame Redemption!"
Eiderburgh said in a serious tone.
"Redemption?
It's better to save yourself than to beg for someone else's redemption! "
Smith laughed coldly and leaned back on the sofa.
"How is it?"
Eiderburgh asked again when he saw Smith's reaction.
This time around, Smith didn't stay quiet. He looked at the room at the end of the corridor and said, "Just average."
"Just average?"
Eiderburgh asked in dissatisfaction.
From his point of view, Kieran was good enough!
In this batch … no, among all the freshmen in the past decade, Kieran was the best!
Not just in terms of strength, but also in terms of intelligence and calmness, all of them were beyond his age, even some elite teachers couldn't compare to him.
"Yes, just average."
Smith nodded seriously.
"So he has no chance?"
Eiderburgh didn't want to give up when he saw how serious Smith was.
"Nope."
Smith said as he curled up on the sofa again.
Eiderburgh instinctively glared at Smith. He wanted to say something, but before he could, he gave up.
Sigh!
He sighed and leaned back on the chair, not saying a word.
Seconds turned into minutes.
An hour passed quickly.
However, the room at the end of the corridor remained quiet.
Two hours.
Three hours.
When Smith told Kieran that the maximum time was up, Eiderburgh jumped up from his chair.
"What happened?
I thought the maximum time was three hours? "
Eiderburgh shouted.
His voice sounded worried.
Whether it was Kieran's talent or his position as the head chef of Theorate, Eiderburgh didn't want anything to happen to Kieran.
Especially since he was the one who brought Kieran to Smith.
"Good.
The longer the time, the higher the compatibility between him and the Inheritance Crystal.
I take back what I said.
He is not average, he is not bad. "
Smith sat up again, his eyes showing a sense of shock when he looked at the end of the corridor.
"Then does he have a chance …"
"No!"
Eiderburgh was overjoyed by Smith's comment. He wanted to bring up the topic again, but Smith interrupted him without hesitation.
Eiderburgh pouted and didn't say anything else.
He waited patiently.
Then, the fourth hour passed, and so did the fifth.
Soon, the sun rose and set. The afterglow of the evening shone into the wooden hut, elongating Eiderburgh's shadow. His stern face was tinged with worry.
Smith didn't lie back on the sofa.
His eyes showed unprecedented shock.
It had been 10 hours!
He had never heard of an Inheritance Crystal before.
No matter how talented a person was, it was only 4 hours!
Now, it was more than twice that time and it was …
"Are you sure the Inheritance Crystal is broken?"
Smith asked.
"I am sure!
I might not be as professional as you, but I am sure of it. "
Eiderburgh said in an affirmative tone.
"If that's the case …"
"Will I have a chance?"
Eiderburgh looked at Smith with anticipation, but Smith still shook his head.
"No!"
Smith said in an affirmative tone.
"Why?
"You don't want such an outstanding successor?"
Are you going to drown in the past until you die? "
Eiderburgh questioned, his voice sounding like a roar.
'You don't have a good heir, I'll find one for you.
I found one, but you say no? '
The helplessness made Eiderburgh, who had been holding back his temper, explode. He grabbed Smith by the collar and pulled him up from the sofa.
Wuu, Wuu!
However, before Eiderburgh could do anything, a heavy growl came from behind him.
The cold killer intents mixed with hunger was like a bucket of ice water poured over Eiderburgh's head, rendering him unable to move.
"Bolt!"
Smith reprimanded. Immediately, a coquettish grunt was heard, and the killing intent disappeared.
Huuhaa, Huuhaa!
Eiderburgh let go of Smith and fell on the floor, panting heavily.
"I'm sorry.
If it's possible, I also want such an excellent heir.
But … "
"He is too excellent."
Smith said.
"Too excellent?
What do you mean? "
Eiderburgh asked in confusion.
Smith looked at Eiderburgh apologetically, but he didn't say anything.
Or …
He couldn't say it!
After twisting open the flask and taking a sip, Smith leaned back on the sofa and raised his head to look at the completely dark night sky outside the window. He stared at the bright stars, and a cold glint flashed across his eyes. When his eyes were once again replaced by turbidity, a sound came from the room at the end of the corridor.
Dang, Dang Dang!
The old clock in the room rang repeatedly.
The hour hand completed a complete circle.
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