Grandmaster Hunter of Age of Mythology

At night, the magic lamp on the bedside is a little dim, and the light is softly sprinkled in the room, and the brightness is adjusted just right.

Blaney was wearing a loose pink translucent nightgown, sexy and charming. Her cascading blonde hair casually fell on her shoulders. She looked at Ms. Tonfam's information attentively, her eyes focused and deep, and her slightly furrowed brows showed that she was in a deep stage of consideration, her thoughts shuttled through the complex information.

At this time, Kashin finished his bath and walked into the bedroom. He was tall and strong, with broad shoulders that seemed to be able to support the whole world. His tight muscle lines were faintly visible under the bath towel. His resolute face was shining charmingly under the light, and his deep purple eyes were like twinkling stars in the night sky, revealing endless tenderness and affection.

This bedroom is decorated like a cabin in the woods, with ropes, animal heads, animal skins and other items hanging on the walls to simulate the atmosphere of a hunting lodge. Six wall lamps emit a mysterious light.

The soft bear skin carpet covered the entire floor, and stepping on it was like sinking into a cloud. A large carved solid wood bed was placed in the center of the room, and the bed was covered with soft leather milky white magic sheets, embroidered with delicate hot-pattern patterns, soft and skin-friendly.

He had a warm smile on his face and said softly in a voice like the gurgling of a stream, "What are you thinking about? So absorbed in it?" The tone of voice, filled with concern and curiosity, seemed to blend with the breeze outside the window.

"My dear, you look so handsome now. Your strong muscles seem to be sculpted. Hehe! I like it. You should do better in physical therapy during this period." Bryony's eyes moved away from the information and fell on Kashin. Her eyes were full of appreciation and love. Her bright eyes were like two dazzling gems, flashing with fiery light.

"Much better, not so sleepy anymore, the pain is starting to ease, I can meditate normally tonight, I'll go to the meditation room to regulate my breathing and thinking after you fall asleep." Kashin said as he walked to the bedside, his steps light and steady, the carpet under his feet sagged softly, his upright figure like an unshakable mountain.

"Come to me, I want a hug! You didn't kiss me much today, you have to make it up to me..." Blaney said coquettishly, with a hint of coquettishness in her voice. Her pink lips were slightly pouting, as tempting as a ripe cherry.

The two got on the bed, hugged each other and kissed. This time, their kiss was no longer as fierce and passionate as before, but became gentle and delicate, as if time had stopped for them.

Everything around them became extremely quiet; the sounds of each other's breathing and heartbeats seemed to be whispering about their love.

It seemed as if they were the only two people in the world, and all the noise and troubles were isolated outside this warm space. Their feelings became deeper and deeper in this gentle embrace, just like a mellow wine, which becomes more fragrant as it ages...

Five Sacred Mountains Magic Academy～～

At the same time, in the dim laboratory filled with the smell of magic potions, Carnegie was wearing a white lab robe, with a slender but steady figure. Under his broad forehead, a pair of deep eyes were like a dark pool, revealing wisdom and courage.

His high nose bridge and tightly pursed lips showed his strong character. His silver-gray hair was neatly combed back, adding a bit of scholarly dignity.

Carnegie folded his hands over his chest, seemingly calm, but in fact he was nervous. He knew the importance of this experiment and its success or failure was of great importance.

He and several assistants were nervously watching a captured knight on the operating table. The knight's face was pale, and his body was trembling slightly due to pain. He had just taken a new blood potion.

Quietly waiting for the knight's experimental materials to take effect, other assistants performed their duties and observed the situation in various fields. Some people stared at the thermometer, concentrating on measuring the knight's body temperature, with fine beads of sweat on their foreheads;

Some people held paper and pen, carefully recording every cry of pain made by the experimental materials, with solemn expressions; others tested the heartbeat and pulse with concentration, pressing the instruments lightly with their fingers, not daring to slack off in the slightest.

"Mr. Carnegie, the material's temperature is starting to soar..." an assistant shouted anxiously.

Carnegie frowned, narrowed his eyes slightly, stared at the thermometer with a sharp gaze, and said anxiously: "Take the temperature every five minutes!" He thought to himself: "Nothing can go wrong, this is a critical moment."

"Yes, mentor..." the assistant responded quickly, with a hint of nervousness in his voice.

"Mr. Carnegie, the material is sweating beyond normal. I suggest feeding him ice water and antipyretics..." another assistant said anxiously.

Carnegie walked forward quickly, decisively reached out and pried open the eyelids of the material, and observed carefully. He saw that the other party's eyes were red and his eyes were unfocused, and he had fallen into a coma.

His face darkened instantly, veins popped out on his forehead, and he quickly concluded that the material had a high fever, and if he was not fed water, he would be dehydrated by the high fever.

He was panicked for a moment, but soon calmed down, waved his hand violently, and shouted: "Yes, add a lot of water to help cool the materials, quickly! Two people come and wipe the bodies of the experimental materials with ice water to quickly cool them down. It will be too late if you are late..."

In this tense atmosphere, everyone was aware that time was running out, and they raced against time to carry out Carnegie's orders, as if they were racing against death.

"Give me the life potion! Quick!" Carnegie shouted anxiously, beads of sweat rolling down his forehead, his heart filled with anxiety and uneasiness, "We must not fail at the last moment!"

"Okay, mentor, right away!" The assistant responded quickly, preparing the life potion skillfully.

"The fever has gone down, continue to feed him ice water..." an assistant shouted.

At this moment, the life of the experimental material was under control. Everyone took a deep breath and finally relaxed. Carnegie's tense nerves relaxed a little, and he secretly thanked himself: "Fortunately, fortunately, it didn't get completely out of control."

Carnegie looked at the experimental materials and said approvingly: "Materials, good physical fitness, and have survived the most dangerous moment. Well done..." At this time, his eyes revealed a hint of relief, as if he saw the dawn of success.

"Teacher, the material has started to twitch. I recommend bloodletting..."

Carnegie frowned slightly, thought for a moment and said, "Yes, it's happening again. The drug is too strong. I'll try to weaken it later."

While preparing the tools for bloodletting, the assistant said, "Teacher, we should be able to control the situation this time."

Carnegie nodded seriously: "I hope so. We must be careful!"

The assistant bled the material to reduce its pressure and fed it ice water, and the material stabilized again.

Carnegie let out a long sigh and said, "Feed him the mental recovery potion. He should be fine. As long as the materials are not dead, we have succeeded. The ice bear bloodline fusion potion will be weakened a little. Basically, the research and development is successful." There was irrepressible excitement in his voice, as if his long-term efforts were finally paying off.

"Yes, Professor Carnegie, we can accurately distribute the materials after a few more experiments. I finally see hope..."

Carnegie smiled and said, "Let the materials rest for a while. I will go to sleep for a while. You guys should watch over him and be ready to rescue him at any time. When he wakes up, check on the fusion."

The assistant quickly responded: "Don't worry, mentor, we will keep a close eye on it."

"Teacher, take care. We will leave the follow-up to you..."