eurekapd Chapter 228 [Professor] Slater
Chapter 228 [Professor] Slater
Slater's face was half covered by a very thick mask, making it impossible to see his true appearance. It was said that the half of his skin under the mask was unusually ugly, a scar left from an accidental burn.
Theoretically, this kind of injury is different from Angela's congenital tuberculosis, which can be healed by magic. But for some reason, he has never chosen to heal this hideous wound. Instead, he chose to wear a mask.
But in any case, these are not things that Qin needs to worry about right now.
Even after all these years, Qin would still tremble involuntarily whenever she saw him, even though the person in front of her was not particularly strong in combat and was not even as good as an ordinary witch. But the fear that was deeply rooted in her bones was like a dark cloud hanging over her head that she could not get rid of.
But fear aside, he was all alone in this desolate wilderness. Completely alone.
"Aren't you afraid of death?" Jean had been dreaming of strangling this villain who had plunged her into hell. Her hatred for Angela was far less than her loathing for this guy in front of her.
“You may fear death, but I don’t,” Slater said. “You’re not the first, nor will you be the last, person to try to kill me.”
"Looks like you're still very confident. Do you think I'm still the same as before..." Qin's words unconsciously increased, and his speech became much faster. He himself did not realize that his subconscious actions were actually masking the fact that he was afraid.
"For Alice's sake, how about you listen to me for a bit?" Slater lit a cigarette from his pocket, casually using fire magic to light it and put it in his mouth.
"I won't believe your nonsense!" Qin decided to strike first, aiming her sword directly at his head.
Jean expected Slater to react, but to her surprise, he was beheaded by her sword without any resistance. Slater's head rolled to the side, and the cigarette fell into the snow.
Qin was somewhat taken aback.
died?
Impossible. How could such a treacherous and cunning fellow be so careless?
Although she knew it couldn't end like this, what happened next still made Jean take a half step back in surprise. The headless Slater's body stood up again, then walked to the head, lifted it up, and placed it back on his neck.
"Satisfied?" Slater said, picking up the cigarette and lighting it again. "If you're satisfied, then listen to what I have to say?"
Impossible... This is impossible...
Even magic cannot bring the dead back to life.
Qin couldn't believe what he was seeing, but he wasn't a naive newbie who hadn't experienced anything before, and he quickly figured out the key to it.
"This is not your true form..." Qin affirmed.
That old monster is indeed cunning. Although Angela's puppetry skills cannot perfectly replicate her genius, she can still do simple imitation. If she couldn't, Slater would not have been able to become a C-rank Snow Guard.
He didn't possess extraordinary strength, only an almost monstrous intellect.
How could someone as cunning and treacherous as him leave such a huge flaw?
“You can interpret it that way, but the truth is, this is indeed my true form, and this is how I usually appear to others,” Slater said. “What? Interested in this magical technique? If you can really get out of Beatrice alive, I might consider giving you this research project.”
Just as Alexia never reflected on her past actions, Slater never considered Jean as an enemy he would kill to the death.
In their eyes, Qin was just one step in the plan, unrelated to hatred, merely a tool. His experiment had failed; now, it was time for the final experiment on Angela.
"What do you want to say?" After realizing that she couldn't kill the monster at all, Jean wanted to hear what Slater had to say now.
“We’re the same kind of people, you might not believe it,” Slater said. “When people get old, they always feel that there are things that need to be passed down, and it would be a pity if no one knew about them. So just listen to this as a story. Doesn’t your fiancée love writing stories? You can ask her to write them into a book someday, haha, if you two are still alive and meet again.”
"You can tell this to many of your children."
Everyone knows that Slater had hundreds of "collections," and the number of offspring born from these collections is impossible to count; even Slater himself probably doesn't know.
“What can those who are destined to die leave behind?” Slater chuckled.
"What do you mean?"
“You’ll find out sooner or later.” Slater didn’t say anything more, and then began to tell a story. He seemed to have been prepared for this, and spoke almost without any pauses of thought.
As a child, Slater was born into the impoverished noble family of Beatrice. Because of his lack of magical talent, he was sent away by the family as a natural sacrifice.
The principle of not supporting useless people was not only applicable to commoners, but also proclaimed more directly and blatantly among the nobility.
It's hard for someone who's been abandoned to survive. Anna met Angela and was saved from disaster. As for whether the subsequent, excruciating experiments she underwent to gain hope of survival were a loss or a gain, only Anna herself has the right to judge.
Slater, on the other hand, encountered someone like him who had also been banished from his family and forced to live a life of wandering.
It should be said that he encountered several others like him, and they huddled together for warmth and struggled to survive. But in the end, only Slater himself and the woman who had never had a name since birth survived.
She usually referred to herself as M, but after getting married and starting a family, she gave herself the name Mei.
Slater omitted many details about how he survived, perhaps because so much time had passed and he had forgotten, or perhaps because he believed the result was the most important thing and the process was completely negligible.
“She was my first wife,” Slater said.
"Oh, what does that have to do with me?" Qin said indifferently.
“Also Alice’s mother,” Slater continued.
Qin's pupils suddenly contracted: "Impossible. Teacher, she clearly—"
That doesn't add up. Alice herself said her mother was one of Slater's treasures, and at that time Slater already had dozens of wives. As far as Jean knows, Slater's personality only changed drastically after his first wife died. Alice wouldn't be so clueless as to not even know who her own mother is.
“How can you be sure that Alice’s knowledge isn’t wrong? What she knows is just what I want her to know,” Slater said. “Take you for example. What you know now is also what we want you to know. How many things don’t you know? Don’t you even understand that madwoman Angela’s plans?”
"Why do this?"
"Finally, you've piqued my interest?" Slater seemed to thoroughly enjoy this wicked pleasure. "What's the use of knowing so much? It's better not to know than to know something you can't change."