"Stop dilly-dallying and get the ones who just failed to my office right this moment."
The young man's eyes widened from the unexpected order.
The professor had always simply disposed of the failed products, never giving them a second glance unless his goal was to dissect them, not that there was much to dissect, and even then, it would be at the basement rather than his office.
Not to mention that if it were indeed for dissection and preservation, it was done mostly by another person other than the professor himself.
But after only a moment of hesitation, he nodded his head saying "I'll do it immediately" before going on his way.
The young boy turned around right after he finished talking and so he just barely missed the professor's sinister smirk, the old man's whole body exuding a dark aura as he left for his own office in a great mood.
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