Lyle managed a strained smile, stiffly playing along with the dean's rambling behavior.
"Mr. Scholar and Mr. Dragon have already explained to me, so let's cut to the chase, Mr. Plague Doctor," said the dean, straightening his body, his bony hands crossed on the desktop, "Tell me, Mr. Plague Doctor, the specific details of the research project you wish to apply for."
Lyle reported his experiment project, disguised as a hunger study, to the dean.
In his eye sockets, the faint blue soul fire did not fluctuate much. This put the previously confident Lyle under some pressure, and after nervously introducing his project, Lyle waited for the dean's decision.
He let out a breath.
"Your research, Mr. Plague Doctor, is of exceptional significance," said the dean, affirming Lyle, before shifting his gaze from him and beginning to reminisce like an elder.
