flstandardbreds Chapter 136 Hair Growth Liquid
Chapter 136 Hair Growth Liquid
The cold white sunlight of winter was not very bright, shining into the room from the high windows, unable to drive away the darkness. However, no one was in the mood to light a lamp today. The tall chairs were dimly lit, filled with teachers from all grades of the school, their faces all hidden in the darkness, and the only person standing in the light opposite them was the daughter of their former colleague, the Crown Prince of the Gaia Empire, Lord Bishop.
"Miss Catherine, was it your own idea to hold such a competition, or was it Cynthia's idea?" A majestic voice came from her, like a judgment. It was a lady in a black robe with her hair combed meticulously.
"It was my own decision. Mother only gave me the props for their daily training and didn't know what I was going to do." Catherine stared at the floor, her voice neither humble nor arrogant, echoing in the huge round hall.
"Oh? Can this be mass-produced?" The fat teacher who had praised Cynthia in the teachers' audience seat leaned forward and asked with interest.
"Not yet, teacher. You should know that the Pain Box can only preserve a small part of the memory of a dying person. Based on this, my mother combined it with the Scare Box to collect and make..."
"Enough!" A teacher couldn't help but close her eyes, unwilling to hear such a story, even though she already knew it in her heart. "I don't think students should be exposed to this too early, and, besides, Hanukkah is coming soon, and these students are supposed to go out for holiday practice. Now everyone is injured, and some are missing internal organs that need to grow back slowly. How can they go out? This affects our teaching plan!"
"I think this kind of competition will be more meaningful than holiday practice, ma'am. Besides, they signed up voluntarily." Catherine still lowered her head, but her tone did not change. "The seniors just don't have the experience to fight against void beasts. I believe that the later contestants will sum up their experience and it won't be as tragic as the first game."
"So, you want the game to continue?" Professor Colin asked. "And continue to release two Void Beasts?"
Catherine looked up at Teacher Colin, then lowered her head again, "In fact, there are three, and there is one box that they didn't trigger."
Catherine's words caused an uproar, and many people whispered to their colleagues nearby.
"Do you think this is necessary, Miss Catherine?" The lady who first asked the question spoke again, her tone carrying a hint of anger. "Golatia advocates freedom of coming and going. If they drop out of school because of this, or if it affects future enrollment, such consequences are not something you can bear alone."
"I understand your feelings, Madam." Facing dozens of respected faculty members, Catherine remained calm and was not disturbed by any questions. "Whether it is the Gaia Empire or Goletia, most of the records about the void beasts have been lost, not to mention that they have undergone huge mutations in the past thousand years. In the past few years, we have been groping like blind people. Now the soldiers and scholars on the front line have finally accumulated some experience. I think it is necessary to share it with Goletia in time-"
"Then why don't you send them to Highgarden and give some of your little gifts to those favored ones and knights of light." Another senior teacher interrupted the princess's story with a sneer, "Because you can't control them? Is it only our responsibility to resist the void?"
Catherine pursed her lips and said nothing.
"Why are you yelling? I think there's nothing wrong with this kind of competition. Those guys always think they are the strongest mercenaries. It's time for them to suffer a loss." It turned out to be Instructor Hurst, the commentator in the morning. He picked his ears irritably, as if he was very impatient with the depressing atmosphere of the meeting. "Times have changed, and you guys haven't adapted to it yet. Tsk, I can smell the old man's smell!"
"Just express your opinions, please don't make personal attacks--" an angry teacher yelled at Hurst.
"Isn't it?" Teacher Wolfe also agreed with Hurst's opinion. "The sharpest sword needs to be hammered thousands of times. The best magicians and warriors all grow up in hardships. Do you think that now is still the leisurely days when you either explored unknown places, searched for pre-holy war ruins or dungeons, or hid in the wizard tower to study spells after graduation? No wonder our college has not produced a great magician in so many years since the holy war. Aren't you the ones who should reflect on yourself?!"
"You! I was wondering why we magicians had to bring these barbarians to the meeting!" The teacher was so angry that his beard was puffing up.
"Who are you looking down on, old man? I'm also a teacher in this school, and I have more students than you!" Wolfe yelled and slammed the table before standing up. Rebecca turned her face away as if nothing had happened, letting the trial against Catherine become a mess.
Catherine calmly looked at the teachers in front of her who were arguing so hard that their faces turned red and their necks became thick. However, she felt a little confused in her heart. She had already prepared various arguments to convince the opponents, but she didn't expect that the topic would be deviated so quickly before she could say a few words. She also saw Teacher Phoebe rolling up her sleeves, as if she was ready to take action...
"Then continue--" A voice sounded. Although the volume was not loud, everyone suddenly fell silent when they heard the beautiful cello-like sound. Catherine turned around and saw a black-haired young man leaning lazily against the door of the conference room, with one hand casually in his trouser pocket and the other hand gently resting on the door frame. There was a faint smile on the corner of his mouth. It was unknown how long he had been standing there.
"Mr. Simon." After Catherine looked into those green eyes, she lifted her skirt and bowed.
"Ahem, um, Simon, the old man smell I was talking about definitely doesn't include you. You smell pretty good..." Hurst touched his nose guiltily.
"Thank you for your affirmation, Hurst." Simon smiled nonchalantly, then looked at Catherine, "The game is very interesting, Miss Catherine."
After hearing this, Catherine's tense shoulders finally relaxed and she breathed a sigh of relief.
"Simon! This is nonsense!" A teacher couldn't help but speak up. The acting principal never followed the rules. "Besides, if there are so many injuries in every game, the school clinic will be under a lot of pressure!"
"None of your business!" Phoebe stood on the table with her hands on her hips and yelled. There were a lot of dried blood on her skirt from the morning. She looked like a butcher. "We can handle it if we send you in again! Why didn't you worry about my stress when you asked me to make hair growth solution all day long?"
"Yo——" There was a chorus of boos from the audience.
"I told you that Hoover must have taken some medicine to get his hair done! He was almost bald at the back of his head before, but he insisted that it was a new hairstyle he designed himself!"
"Ah?! He told me it was burned during an experiment!"
"He didn't tell me this, but he said the hair grew out because he works out every day!"
The topic of the meeting has gone off track again...