Wizard: Unlimited Profession Slots Chapter 720 - 335: Bioweapon_2

Ron faced her and inquired in a worried voice, "Is the job too draining... how has your rest been recently?"

The half-dragon servant paused for a moment, then swiftly restored her typical poise:

"No, serving you has never worn me out; it's merely some household matters preoccupying me, nothing grave."

"Household matters?" Ron sharply noted this phrase, while triggering "Hermit’s Knowledge" to scrutinize her subtle facial cues:

"Does it connect to the Baojuns Seed’s legacy?"

Franka’s eyes narrowed briefly, which solidified Ron’s guess:

"Yes... lately, ties among the different Baojuns Seed clans have intensified, with all of them buzzing about certain... shifts."

Here, the half-dragon servant glanced toward her lord, proceeding with more information only after his approving gesture.

"Primarily, the fresh requirements from the conquest campaigns." Franka set the teapot down on the surface, letting out a soft sigh:

"The Lord Tower Master’s campaign successes have prompted the leaders to reassess our role and significance; certain clans have gotten unique calls already."

Such news immediately weighed down the room’s air with tension.

"What exactly does the call entail?"

Noticing Eve didn’t mind sharing details, Ron pressed further.

He wanted to gauge whether these developments could affect him personally.

"Mostly, widespread gathering of blood specimens and... collaboration on particular bloodline studies."

Franka’s words faded to a near-murmur: "Rumors say it’s to create hordes of combat tools bearing Baojuns Seed characteristics."

Combat tools.

That phrase evoked in Ron the horrifying corrosion qualities he’d identified from prior examination of Franka’s lineage.

This could well be among Cassandra’s advance strategies.

Earlier limited to select elite squads, widespread deployment would mirror the Wizard Civilization’s "biochemical assault."

"On the topic of blood studies..." Ron regarded Franka purposefully:

"If feasible, I’d prefer a thorough bloodline examination.

The previous specimen proved useful yet scarce, hindering checks on numerous profound aspects."

Franka angled her head toward Eve, eyes seeking guidance.

The youthful lady inclined her head softly, offering a supportive gaze.

"If it aids your work..." The half-dragon servant wouldn’t object on her own, though her tone betrayed clear discomfort: "How much blood will it require?"

"More than before, roughly triple the prior amount."

Ron retrieved a kit of exact blood-drawing tools from the spatial bag, the shiny silver implements somewhat stark in the sun’s rays:

"I must perform advanced element breakdowns and vitality assessments."

The extraction unfolded in a tense hush.

Surprisingly, this typically distant half-dragon servant displayed intense dread toward the procedure.

She squeezed her eyes shut, shunning the sight of those tools.

Her frame quivered uncontrollably, as though the drawing stirred a buried trauma.

"You’re okay, Franka."

Eve lightly stroked the servant’s arm, aiming to provide solace.

The rich, nearly ebony red blood streamed into the glass vial, gleaming with a strange, shadowy sheen beneath the magic crystal light.

Ron engaged "Extraordinary Recognition," monitoring the blood’s power attributes live.

Through his unique sight, Franka’s blood resembled a tiny world unto itself.

The robust vitality of the dragon heritage shaped the core energy structure in the fluid, akin to raging fires.

Yet, hidden within the structure’s crevices lay myriad minuscule shades.

Those aberrant elements from the Abyss clung to the dragon heritage like leeches, poised for a particular catalyst.

Such abyssal elements weren’t scattered haphazardly but patterned with deliberate precision.

It felt like an elaborate script embedded in the heritage, awaiting distant ignition anytime.

"Finished."

Ron securely closed the blood vial, speaking with pleased inflection: "Appreciate your help, Franka."

The half-dragon servant dipped her head, though her complexion remained ashen.

She covered the puncture with a shaky finger, channeling her lineage force a bit, and the mark vanished.

Yet, her dazed look suggested the ordeal lingered in her mind.

"About the Baojuns Seed heritage, I’ve uncovered fresh insights lately from the info you shared before."

Ron addressed Eve: "Your mother’s initial concepts on heritage regression sparked plenty of ideas for me."

Eve brightened at once, ever intrigued by her mother’s nascent studies.

Those documents captured Cassandra’s scholarly ventures prior to her rise as a Great Wizard, brimming with raw yet bold notions.

"What findings?"

"To start, I confirmed the Tower Master’s idea of the ’bloodline memory layer’."

Ron produced an in-depth review document:

"Every heritage truly holds bits of forebear knowledge, yet the arrangement of this knowledge proves far more intricate than expected."

He spread the document open, packed tight with figures and charts:

"The Tower Master’s ’spiral encoding theory’ holds true, though I spotted something she overlooked—’deliberately added’ code pieces in select heritages."

That phrase caused both Eve and Franka to look up sharply, faces growing grave.