Chapter 417: Chapter 362: Study Plan and Visit_3

But what surprised me today, meeting Senior Jeming, was that even his daily meals are so... extravagant.

The two sat in a small dining area partitioned off in the laboratory.

Jeming casually picked up a fruit shimmering with a soft green glow, rich in Life Energy, took a bite and cut to the chase, "Junior Anger, what’s the reason for your visit this time?"

Upon hearing this, Anger’s face instantly showed an awkward and bashful expression, his hands unwittingly clenched.

He hesitated for quite a while, as if finally making up his mind, and said in a low voice, "Senior, I... I heard from Senior Sister Viola that you have technology that can enhance Biological Wizard talent... so, I wanted to boldly inquire if you could... help improve someone’s talents?"

Jeming blinked, indeed a bit surprised.

He hadn’t expected Anger to come for this reason; honestly, if not for Anger mentioning it, he’d nearly forgotten he had this technology.

"Talent enhancement? It’s possible, but I’d need to know specifics about the subject, like age, current talent level, physical condition, etc." He maintained a rigorous attitude.

Anger’s face reddened more, and his voice became softer, "It’s... it’s an infant still in the womb..."

Upon hearing this, Jeming lifted his head from the delicacy, quickly reacted, and his tone carried a hint of understanding, "Is it your child?"

Anger nodded heavily, with both the shyness of a new father and a touch of pleading on his face.

Jeming was slightly surprised at heart, not expecting this usually quiet junior to silently move ahead of him and Viola, these "old" apprentices, even having offspring.

But he wasn’t a gossip-monger, his surprise was fleeting, and his attention quickly returned to the technical issue.

He pondered for a moment, his brain swiftly calculating various parameters and costs, then said, "If still at the embryonic stage in the womb, the Life form is not yet fully fixed, highly malleable, reducing both the difficulty and cost of talent enhancement significantly."

He glanced at the tense Anger and added, "As for costs, I can give you a discount."

Anger’s eyes brightened, and he asked eagerly, "How much will it cost?"

"Removing the fractions... ten million Low Level Military Merits," Jeming quoted a figure, "at this price, I can guarantee enhancing the embryo’s Elemental Affinity talent to the Tenth Level standard. As for other talents, like Spiritual Power growth or Soul Purity, limited by the embryo’s own capacity and the bounds of technology, the enhancement effects won’t be too significant, probably only maintaining an average of four to Fifth Level."

Ten million Low Level Military Merits is undoubtedly an astronomical figure for a regular Low Level Wizard.

But for those who can interact at Jeming’s level, especially when investing in offspring’s talents, this price is indeed considered somewhat "friendly."

Upon hearing the figure, Anger visibly paused, his face showing a flash of struggle and weighing.

Ten million Low Level Military Merits, it’s practically all of his savings over the years.

Yet thinking of this as the starting point for the child’s future... he gritted his teeth, raised his head with resolute eyes, "Alright! Senior, I’m in! I entrust this to you!"

Jeming showed a gentle smile, "No problem. Once the timing is confirmed, just contact me, as the operation needs a precise time window."

Having sent off Anger, relieved yet full of anticipation, Jeming was in quite a good mood.

Strictly speaking, his charges were indeed very low, almost at cost.

The main reason being that the amount of certain induction factors and Energy substrates needed for enhancing embryo talent is extremely minimal; he estimated that leftover scraps from when he previously researched talent enhancement technology would suffice.

"Perfect for clearing some inventory, gaining a favor, and pocketing some extra cash—nice," Jeming thought pleasantly.

However, shortly after settling down, the Magic Network Terminal rang urgently again, with "Viola" flashing on the screen.

As soon as Jeming clicked to connect, Viola’s face, full of excitement and gossip, almost occupied the entire screen.

"Jeming! Jeming! Did you meet Anger?! Did he come to see you? You know, right? He actually has a child now! Oh my! Who’s the mother? Do we know her? Tell me the details!" Viola’s questions came like rapid-fire, her curious tone practically overflowing.

Jeming sighed helplessly, seeing his eternally energetic senior sister, he knew she must have come for this matter.

"Senior Sister, Junior Anger indeed came to see me, inquiring about some technical issues. As for other matters..." he spread his hands, "I didn’t ask for specifics."

"What?! You actually didn’t ask?!" Viola immediately raised her eyebrows, a face full of the indignation of "you’re too incompetent," "such a big event unfolding right in front of you, and you..."

Before she could finish, Professor Clark’s steady and undeniable voice came from off-screen, "Viola, have you finished running your data model? Still have spare time to chat here?"

Then, the screen shook as a large invisible hand grabbed Viola’s collar, and amidst her "Oh, professor, I was wrong, I’m going now!" shout, forcibly dragged her off the communication range.

The communication screen then went dark.

Jeming, watching the terminal return to quiet, blinked and couldn’t help but laugh a bit.

Reflecting back on Junior Anger’s request earlier, Viola’s still youthful-like curiosity, and comparing with his fifty years immersed in old papers’ "age," he couldn’t help but feel somewhat sentimental.

Unknowingly, even that Junior has settled down and is about to welcome the next generation.

While he himself, along this long road of life and quest for knowledge, seems... truly part of the older generation.

(This Chapter combines two in one.)