“Blood test...”
“Fat coverage of 12% ...”
“Magic marks activity identification...”
Dudian lay on the bed and let the teenager test his body. He closed his eyes and thought about his own matters.
The teenager helped Dudian up after collecting all the samples: “You can go to the side and rest for a while.”
Dudian looked at him: “What’s Your Name?”
The teenager’s face slightly changed: “My name is Samba.”
“Samba...”Dudian slightly nodded. He got up from the bed. There was a magic blade on his broken knee. He stood on the ground and poked the floor, he walked towards the rest area on the other side of the back hall.
During lunch, the maidservant brought food, medium-rare steak and a glass of milk.
Dudian lay on the sofa and closed his eyes to rest.
Crimson Moon stayed in the small room and concentrated on learning the knowledge from the super chip. The other masters from the monastery and Monster Institute were busy with the experimental tasks that Crimson Moon had given them.
