Chapter 673: "Smallpox" Again

Five red and swollen finger marks appeared on Duo'er's white and tender cheeks, and she looked at her master in horror.

Seeing his gloomy face, he immediately realized that he had made a big mistake.

The master's student is also her master.

Professor Moriarty, as a tutor, can joke with the students at will, but the female slave is not qualified to tease the master in the same way.

"I'm sorry, Master Vida, please forgive my rudeness just now." With tears in her eyes, Duo'er bowed deeply to Joan to apologize.

Joan was so embarrassed that he couldn't sit or stand, his cheeks were burning like fire, as if it wasn't Duo'er who was beaten just now, but himself.

Professor Moriarty waved his hand angrily, sent Duo'er back, and warned Joan solemnly: "My good student, you must remember that women are the most bullying creatures in the world!"

"What I'm going to say next isn't just for Duo'er, it's the same for all women in the world."

"If you are too polite to them, they will think you are weak and deceitful, confuse you with coquetry and tears, gradually erode your power, and ride on your head to do their best. A domesticated dog, not to mention resistance, loses even the consciousness of resistance in the end."

"Compared to gentleness and respect, women are more eager to be whipped roughly!"

"The whip can help you win a woman's love and loyalty. If you can't bear to wave the whip on a woman, it will only bring two results: either she will betray you and seek another man who is willing to whip her; Take down the leather whip in your hand, and whip you mercilessly in turn!"

Joan was dumbfounded.

He had never heard of Professor Moriarty's strange talk before, and he could neither understand nor agree with it, and it was inconvenient to refute his tutor face to face, so he had to cough twice and change the subject to avoid embarrassment.

"Mentor, what experiment you were doing just now seems dangerous."

"It's really dangerous. Have you ever heard of the smallpox virus?"

"Of course I've heard of it, but I don't understand, what does this very dangerous infectious disease have to do with your work?"

Joan suddenly thought of "Mad Mage" Felger and the simple smallpox virus laboratory he set up in the depths of the Zoqi Mine.

"It's not easy to publicize this matter, but you are my student, so it's okay to know about my current work." Professor Moriarty smiled mysteriously, "The military of the Midgard colony entrusted me to study the 'smallpox virus. ', to see if it is possible to apply this highly lethal virus to warfare."

"You mean... trying to create a new weapon capable of spreading the smallpox virus?"

Joan's voice couldn't help trembling slightly.

"There is indeed such an idea, but it is not necessarily."

Professor Moriarty opened a delicate silver cigarette case, expertly twisted the tobacco, and filled the pipe.

"As far as I know, the military has hired more than one team to conduct research on the smallpox virus. Some R&D teams are trying to encapsulate the smallpox virus into shells, and use magic crystal cannons to blast the 'virus shells' at enemy positions. Smallpox virus is released by the blast air from the explosion of the shell, spreading the infectious disease... Hehe, I don't think this is a good idea!"

Joan waved his hand and declined the tobacco handed by the instructor: "So, what is your idea?"

"We are mages, of course we still have to start from our old profession," Professor Moriarty stuffed the pipe into his mouth, and asked Joan vaguely, "What do you think of developing a spell that can transmit the smallpox virus in a targeted manner? "

Joan didn't make a sound, and used a "magic trick". A small orange flame spewed out from his fingertips, and helped the tutor light the pipe.

Professor Moriarty took a deep breath and exhaled a puff of smoke with a contented smile on his face.

"It's nice to have a well-behaved and sensible student. Of course, Duo'er is also very considerate. Unfortunately, her knowledge is not enough to communicate with me academically, let alone sparks of thought."

Although Joann suspected that his mentor was employed by the same military organization as the "mad mage" Felger, he felt a little uncomfortable, but out of student obligations, he had to take the initiative to ask Professor Moriarty: "Teacher, What can I do for your research work?"

Professor Moriarty lifted Joan's hair, looked at the young mage's fair and smooth forehead, and asked, "Have you ever had acne?"

Joan shook his head lightly.

"Then you'd better not interfere, in case you get infected with smallpox virus, it's not a joke!"

Qiao An secretly breathed a sigh of relief, deeply relieved.

It's not that he's afraid of getting smallpox. In fact, his physique is strong enough to resist this kind of non-magic virus. It's just that he is reluctant to engage in this kind of shady research. He vaguely feels that making this kind of virus weapon is against academic ethics.

Of course, he did not dare to say that Professor Moriarty's work must be immoral. After all, there is no difference between good and evil viruses, and good or evil depends on the person who uses the virus. As long as Professor Moriarty doesn't kidnap innocent passers-by for virus experiments like the "mad mage" Filger, then there is nothing wrong with it.

Professor Moriarty took a deep breath of the cigarette, knocked the embers in the pipe into the crystal ashtray, stood up and said to Joan: "This is a project commissioned by the military, and it is pressed very hard. You don’t have time to guide your studies. You can go to the Arcane Library to copy scrolls, teach yourself spells, or go to practice tasks to accumulate credits. There is no need to report to me on time every day. In case something happens, I will cast spells with you connect."

"Okay, mentor."

Joan saw that the professor was eager to go back to the laboratory to continue the work he had just interrupted, so he got up and said goodbye to him.

Leaving Professor Moriarty's laboratory, Joan walked into the "Pneumatic Elevator" with a heavy heart.

He originally thought that his mentor at Midgard University would also be an honest elder like Master Rawls, but fate played a big joke on him and brought him a deviant weirdo.

Professor Moriarty and Master Rawls are absolutely two kinds of completely opposite people. Apart from taking good care of himself as a student, Joan can't find anything in common between them.

The care of Master Rawls made Joan realize the fatherly love he had missed since he was a child, and it still warms his heart in retrospect. As for Professor Moriarty's care... Joan really can't stand it!

The "wind ladder" came to a stop slowly, and the hatch was opened. In front of Joan was a spacious and bright hall, directly opposite was the exit from the teaching building, and on the left was the spiral staircase leading to the library.

Recalling Professor Moriarty's exhortation just now, Joan took a deep breath, tried his best to put aside the chaotic thoughts in his mind, and strode towards the stairs.

He decided to go to the Arcane Library first and copy a few spell scrolls to suppress his shock.