Becoming a Wizard by Starting From the Mind Closure Technique

Chapter 442: Chapter 116 Trap!_3

After all, no matter how fast and well Link Grande develops, he is still a part of Ravensmouth College.

He is working for her family!

“I’ll give you an hour, is that enough?”

Sandra returned the smart-brain to Link, asking at the same time.

“That’s enough, but I need Tiffany’s help.”

Link replied in this way.

When Tiffany actively approached him, they developed an understanding.

At least during this mission, the distinction between Pure Blood and New Blood, and other minor conflicts, all had to be put aside.

They might not form an alliance, but they had to correspond with each other, working together to strive for status and a voice in the Mini Legion.

Tiffany’s thoughts were similar to Lanny’s. frёeωebɳovel.com

Link’s response was no different.

So now, when Link actively proposed to need Tiffany’s help, he was really helping Tiffany.

“Smart move,”

With a strange smile on her face, Sandra looked at Link and spoke meaningfully, “The fact that Sage Palo did not absorb you into his ‘New Blood Mutual Aid Association’, is truly a miscalculation.”

Having said this, regardless of what Link was thinking, Sandra turned around and walked away: “I agree, make good use of your time.”

What could Link possibly be thinking.

He had never thought he could hide his motives from Sandra, and had always been blunt.

“Let’s start,”

Responding with composure to the somewhat complex looks from Tiffany and Fred, Link took the lead in starting the work.

He pulled the dissection table and tools from his “Small World”, and received four insectoids from a scion of a college headquarters family.

Thus, a cruel and bloody field study quietly began.

Under the Mute Magic Tool, the Insect Race’s despairing screams could not resonate.

On the other side,

Sandra walked over to a lean young man with a cold face who had argued earlier, and ordered, “Be vigilant, we have to stay for another hour.”

“Hmm.”

The lean young man, who happened to be the leader of a combat group, nodded in response, and then asked, “Did you find anything?”

Sandra didn’t hide anything: “The three original goals of this mission are about to be completed.”

“So soon?”

The lean young man let out a cry of surprise, hardly believing it.

“Indeed, this quick!”

Sandra confirmed the statement decisively, completely dispelling the lean young man’s doubt.

Afterward, Sandra looked directly into the lean young man’s eyes and said seriously, “Think about it, if you were to do the work Link Grande does, how long would it take for you to figure these out?”

The lean young man pondered for a moment, then replied with a complex tone, “It probably would take me at least three days. I truly do not know how he could get it done so quickly.”

Unless it was a stroke of luck, normal biochemical research always requires several rounds of screening in several, dozens, or even hundreds of different directions, followed by meticulous, in-depth investigations.

There cannot be that many genius researchers who can accurately find the direction of research right from the start and then conduct targeted experiments.

“Do you still find my thoughts naïve now?”

Sandra asked earnestly.

The lean young man hesitated for a moment and did not answer aloud.

Sandra had always wanted to prove to her peers, who grew up with her, that the native wizards have increasingly outperformed the headquarters wizards.

Especially in the past fifty years, the native development has been more vital than that of the headquarters.

The lean young man initially did not believe it but after seeing some data Sandra presented, he had his doubts and finally agreed to join this Mini Legion and take part in this mission.

Sandra, as the great-granddaughter of two Great Sages, had more than seven companions who grew up with her, even more than seventy.

However, Sandra only chose seven companions that she felt could be more easily unified in thought in the end.

Now, taking Link Grande as an example, it’s a prime opportunity to give her companions a shocking education.

Sandra initiated a “spiritual link”, pulling her seven companions into a group chat.

“I found traces of the Insect Race army, they are surrounding us from four directions.”

Unfortunately, just as the link was established, the companion in charge of scouting reported bad news.

It was really a pity that the Insect Race, who had no eye for the right time, chose to disturb Sandra like this.

They’re really out looking for their own doom.