Chapter 29

"Truly a waste, I’ve taught you so many times, yet you still can’t produce a perfect experimental specimen!"

"Wasting so many materials, I think you should become one of my experimental materials."

"Oh! Fresh flesh and blood, my little Rada will surely be very satisfied, hehehe!"

Master Kosolon, with a hoarse laugh, grabbed the neck of a male apprentice in the classroom below, his bulging eyes filled with madness and ferocity.

The reason this male apprentice was so unfortunate was that he had messed up his experimental material.

Unlike Sain, who served as Master Kosolon’s assistant on the podium and had a complete apprentice corpse as a specimen,

due to the limited materials at the Black Magic Academy or out of concern that these apprentices might waste them, the dissection materials in front of the apprentices in the classroom were merely some limb fragments.

In front of the male apprentice was half an arm. Due to nervousness or some other reason, he had punctured three blood vessels in a row, directly turning his dissection material into waste.

"Screech!" A sharp cry came from the sleeve of the black magic robe on Master Kosolon’s wrist.

A hideous rat, bald in three-quarters of its fur and with nauseating red flesh, jumped out.

The moment this rat appeared, not only did all the apprentices in the classroom fall silent, but even Sain on the podium felt a chill.

In the ten years he had lived at the Black Magic Academy, Sain had seen this rat devour living people many times, and had been awakened from nightmares countless times.

It was no exaggeration to say that at least seventy percent of the apprentices at the Black Magic Academy had once lived in the shadow of this rat.

Sain, who had witnessed battles between two official black mages, vaguely felt that this rat’s combat power might even surpass the plant giant of Master Kaiserson in the plantation.

Cruel, crimson light flashed in the rat’s eyes.

In the instant when the other apprentices couldn’t react, this palm-sized red-skinned rat suddenly leaped up, transforming into a shadow over two meters tall, and swallowed the apprentice in front of it in one bite.

When the rat landed again, it had returned to its palm-sized form and retreated to Master Kosolon’s sleeve.

A faint "screech" echoed, and the other apprentices in the classroom seemed to see two red lights in Master Kosolon’s sleeve, staring at them.

These were greedy eyes, like those of a predator eyeing its prey.

"Swallow." One of the apprentices swallowed, and the others immediately lowered their heads, not daring to look at Master Kosolon again.

They tended to their experimental specimens as carefully as possible.

Even if they made some mistakes or small errors, they tried their best to cover them up, hoping to escape the scrutiny of an official black mage.

Sain, at this moment, was completely focused. As Master Kosolon had praised him at the beginning, Sain’s handling of the experimental material was nearly perfect.

Perhaps Sain really had a talent in this area. If he could become Master Kosolon’s disciple, he might become a top apprentice like Death Hand Mike within the academy.

However, considering Master Kosolon’s character and his habit of using his disciples as experimental materials... Sain did not regret his initial choice.

While Sain was examining his experimental specimen, he noticed with his peripheral vision that a female apprentice in the front row was trembling slightly, and her face was looking at him with a hint of pleading.

Sain did not recognize this female apprentice, but he knew her face. She seemed to be a beginner apprentice who had been at the academy for two years.

Her youthful face suggested that she was probably under ten years old.

The experimental specimen she was handling was a hand. From a professional standpoint, Sain could see at least two obvious mistakes in her work.

No wonder this female apprentice was trembling in fear. The scene of Master Kosolon allowing his pet to devour an apprentice had truly frightened these young apprentices.

If three obvious mistakes meant certain death, then two mistakes meant she had one foot in the grave.

Only those with one obvious mistake could be tolerated by Master Kosolon.

And apprentices like Sain, who made no mistakes at all during dissection, were few and far between in the entire Black Magic Academy.

To put it more vividly, Sain seemed to be born for this.

With the guidance of a skilled mentor or the transmission of relevant knowledge, Sain might one day specialize in necromancy among black mages.

The female apprentice’s plea made Sain’s heart sink.

He could see that one of her two obvious mistakes could be salvaged.

But trying to help another apprentice under the watchful eye of an official black mage, Sain felt he didn’t have that much influence.

This female apprentice had black hair, with a few unique small braids that gave her a special beauty not found in other female apprentices.

Her pleading gaze reminded Sain of several years ago, when the beginner apprentice Meli, sitting next to him, had sought his help.

At that time, Sain was just a low-level apprentice. Perhaps it was Meli’s pleading gaze that moved him, or perhaps he hadn’t fully adapted to the environment of the Black Magic Academy, so he had chosen to help Meli despite the risks.

This time, would Sain help this female apprentice?

He glanced at Master Kosolon, who was still inspecting the apprentices’ work.

Since he was checking in a vertical line, it would be a while before he reached the female apprentice.

Taking a deep breath, Sain picked up the scalpel from the podium.

He didn’t personally go to help the female apprentice but instead used his complete specimen as a model, making subtle gestures in the air.

All the apprentices in the classroom were nervously focused on their specimens, so no one noticed Sain’s actions except the girl who had pleaded for help.

An apprentice who had survived two years at the Black Magic Academy wasn’t stupid. When Sain demonstrated the technique a second time, the female apprentice immediately understood and quickly picked up the scalpel to make the necessary corrections.

Making a specimen from just a hand didn’t take much time.

By the time Master Kosolon inspected her work, the female apprentice had already completed the corrections and was sitting respectfully.

"Hmm? Not bad, you used the ‘Cross-Stitch Technique’ to correct one mistake."

"But did I teach this technique to your class?"

"Sigh, I’m getting old, my memory isn’t what it used to be." Shaking his head, Master Kosolon moved on to the next apprentice.

Although it was a brief moment, both the female apprentice and Sain on the podium were drenched in cold sweat.

Indeed, it was too rash!

If Sain had known that Master Kosolon hadn’t taught the ‘Cross-Stitch Technique’ to this class, he would never have risked helping the female apprentice.