(PS: This chapter is two-in-one)

After three days of rest in silence, Jiang Yan's injuries healed a little more, and at least he could do daily activities, and then he was forced to leave the hospital bed.

If possible, Jiang Yan really wanted to continue to recuperate for a while. Unfortunately, the institute only had three days left for him. After three days, he had to leave honestly and go to the imperial military headquarters.

Because there are still "prints" that are bound to be bound, facing the arrangements of the institute and the empire, Jiang Yan can only obey honestly at this stage, otherwise it will only add to the pain.

After simply returning to his usual dormitory to bring a few two pieces of change clothes, Jiang Yan took a very ordinary carriage with a letter marked with the transfer order and the address of the military headquarters and left the institute.

Originally, Jiang Yan thought at least a few people would come to see him off, but in fact, no one of them came, whether it was adults or children from the same period.

Let Jiang Yan fully experience the indifference of the people in this research institute again.

After getting on the carriage, Jiang Yan found a corner and lie down. He looked up and glanced around. He found that there were three other children in the carriage besides Jiang Yan, two boys and one girl.

Judging from the appearance, they are basically over ten years old, but the oldest one is no more than thirteen years old.

By the way, their appearance was like multiple tyrants and they were basically carved from the same mold, but their characteristics were different from that of Jiang Yan, and their dark golden hair and green pupils.

The children were taciturn, and they also had obvious signs of injuries like Jiang Yan. They just glanced at Jiang Yan coldly and ignored them after they ignored them.

Jiang Yan shook his head secretly, ignored them, and simply closed his eyes to regain his energy.

He knew that the identities of these children were the same as that of him. They were all artificial elves trained by the institute, and they would be sent to the carriage that was about to go to the Imperial Army. Obviously, these children were also considered to be unavailable by the institute.

To continue to cultivate the value of defective products, while intending to carry out 'waste recycling' treatment.

Seeing their numb eyes that were not so angry, Jiang Yan knew that they were not the same type of people and had no interest in communicating.

In the research institute, this situation actually happens often. After all, there are still many imperfections in technology. The elimination rate of artificial experimental subjects in each period is very high. Jiang Yan's issue is already considered good.

The retention rate of being able to persist in growing until the age of ten is enough to summon the initial elves and officially become elves, which has reached more than 0%.

According to information that Jiang Yan secretly inquired about, the retention rate of the experimental subjects in the past few periods of this institute has basically not exceeded 0%.

Jiang Yan could vaguely feel the fluctuations of the other party's spiritual power. Each one was much stronger than himself. It was definitely not cultivated by himself, but definitely the results of getting back from their contract elves.

However, the life aura of several people was obviously very poor. The pale face was definitely not just a characteristic of the injury, but also had problems with the physical condition, which shows that the elves in the other party's contract were higher than Jiang Yan's small white slime.

, but it is not much higher, and the power of feeding back is not enough to repair their innate defects as artificial experimental subjects.

‘Anyway, I will probably be sent to the front-line battlefield to rush into the cannon fodder camp! Then maybe the boundary between life and death will be divided in a few days…’

He silently occupied the most corner and lay down. After the carriage started, Jiang Yan's consciousness gradually fell into drowsiness.

The white little slime was ordered by him to transform into a soft pillow and placed it behind him. He also stretched out a few small but tough enough snow-white hands to fix Jiang Yan's body, preventing Jiang Yan from sleeping because of the carriage.

While falling to the floor with a bumpy bump, Jiang Yan could not fall asleep at all.

In the past, even if Jiang Yan fell asleep, he would definitely keep a little mind to alert the outside world. Because there is a training course in the institute that is to be alert, even if it is a rest time on weekdays, if the experimenters

I really slept too hard. The instructors patrolling the rest area were likely to launch a sneak attack without saying hello.

Although the instructors' attacks will not really hurt the fundamentals, it will definitely make the person being attacked very painful.

In this regard, Jiang Yan is extremely talented and has the ability to be distracted and multi-use. He found that he could even do half of his mind and sleep with his other half but remained awake and alert.

However, thanks to this, Jiang Yan has never enjoyed the experience of relaxing and falling asleep with all his heart since he started training in the institute.

Fortunately, there is no problem now. With his own contract elf, Jiang Yan can ask the little white slime to help him take care of him. This little guy may not be able to do anything else, but this kind of alert task is born with a very dangerous perception.

It is definitely competent enough to be keen.

...

I don't know how long it has passed, but Jiang Yan, who was sleeping, noticed that a stranger's breath was approaching within one meter of his own. At the same time, a cool feeling similar to ice water suddenly came from the back of his neck, which made his body feel like a cool feeling.

He shuddered and immediately woke up.

'who?!'

As soon as he opened his eyes, Jiang Yan saw the carriage driver looking at him with a little surprised look. Obviously, his performance just now surprised him.

Jiang Yan restrained the sharp light in his eyes, and changed into a cold and numb look that was no different from other experimental children.

This coachman is not an ordinary person. As the person who transports their experimental subjects, the other party is actually an elf envoy with a military contract elves. Jiang Yan has no doubt that if the fight starts, all the experimental subjects in the carriage will be added.

Even if you get up, you may not be able to defeat the other party.

"Little kid, the military building has arrived, get off the bus." The coachman didn't care much about Jiang Yan's abnormality. He had been accustomed to it anyway. The experimental subjects found in the research institute were not normal people.

Jiang Yan took back the white little slime spirit. While getting up, he couldn't help but touch the back of his neck. A piece of skin there was already a layer of goose bumps that were frozen.

Recalling the extremely cold and stimulating feeling that I suddenly felt in my sleep just now, Jiang Yan couldn't help but make a secret decision: "Next time, let this little idiot change his way."

Jiang Yan didn't want to experience this kind of wake-up method that was comparable to the way someone suddenly sprinkled ice into his arms when he was sleeping well.

After getting off the carriage, Jiang Yan found that he was located in the backyard of an office building. There were no other children around him. He seemed to have taken a step forward. Jiang Yan didn't care much, and just walked towards the conspicuous one.

The back door of the building walked over.

A man in his twenties in a dark green slim military uniform was waiting by the door. When he saw Jiang Yan approaching, he helped his military cap, took out a photo and glanced at it.

He raised his eyes and carefully confirmed Jiang Yan's appearance, then nodded and put away the photo, turned around and pushed open the back door and walked in.

"Little devil, come with me!"

"Yes." Jiang Yan nodded and responded.

After a minute.

An officer in his forties with resolute facial features and vicissitudes on his face sat behind his desk, looked at the thin figure in front of him, picked up a stack of documents and looked at the information stated above.

Jiang Yan can see from the epaulette on his military uniform that he was a senior imperial officer at the level of major.

The young soldier leading the way stood next to the major's desk as an adjutant.

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Name; Jiang Yan

Originally belonged to: Empire No. 11 Research Institute

Number: No. 6-No. 1

Age: 8 years old

Contract Elves: Slime (Advanced Variation), Level: Ordinary

Ability: "Mitative" can freely change its own color and shape, while hiding its own activity breath, and perfectly hide its own traces; it can secrete highly corrosive digestive fluid beyond the normal slime level; it seems to be insignificant.

The slime core

Forged identity: orphans, accidentally taken in and raised by Gulund, a large slave merchant in the Empire, were resold to the Imperial Army as a conscript after he had independent action.

Note: His personality is suspected to be abnormally uncontrollable and has been controlled to "print". If it is confirmed that it has a clear rebellious tendency, it is allowed to be directly destroyed!

Staff arrangement: Given the ability of his contract elves, it is recommended to be incorporated into the Imperial Special Assassination Force

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"Well... Jiang Yan, right? I heard that this name was taken by you after you learned the text course?" The major put down the information, then crossed his hands on the table, staring at Jiang Yan with his eyes pressing.

"Can you tell me why? It is said that normally, your name should be decided after 'graduation', but you exchanged the first place in a training competition and got the name you decided in advance

?”

At the same time, he thought to himself: 'Is this also the "abnormal" mentioned in the notes? Other experimental subjects from that research institute would not have such an idea...'

"Yes! Sir, I just thought this name was very pleasing, so I used it myself." Jiang Yan straightened his waist and replied calmly without any fluctuations.

"Is that true..." The major looked at Jiang Yan's eyes carefully, and did not notice anything unusual. He only saw a numb look unique to the experimental subject that he had seen several times.

Shaking his head, the major did not continue to delve into it. Anyway, since the "print" had been applied, there was nothing to worry about.

The major continued to ask: "Generally speaking, conscripts like you are basically directly incorporated into the frontline battlefield after joining the army. However, the upper level suggested that you have the potential to be an assassinator. If you see it, you will be in

Show it here for me?"

After a few seconds of silence.

"Yes!" Jiang Yan nodded: "That's so rude."

Then, Jiang Yan did not move any action, and the two sides looked at each other quietly for a while.

Seeing that Jiang Yan had not taken action for a long time, the major gradually became a little impatient. He raised his hand and knocked on the table hard, and his eyes also sank.

"…What's wrong? Not acting yet-eh?"

Halfway through his words, the major's face changed slightly.

Silently, a chill suddenly came towards his neck.

The major suddenly took two steps back with the man and the chair, and raised his hand, covering his hand with a layer of inspiration and grabbed the position where the coldness came.

With a puff, the covered spiritual power palm seemed to be wrapped in a layer of iron armor, collided with a rapid attack, making a soft impact sound.

"This is..." The spiritual power on the major's palm suddenly thickened a little. After holding it hard, the touch of a bit similar to a colloid was fed back from the palm of his hand.

"Mi…!!"

A strange cry came out from his desk, and then he saw a snow-white ball on his desk, showing his body from scratch, with its round body as if he had pushed away the fog.

A sharp corner protruded like an onion above, and a straight sharp thorn that extended nearly forty centimeters was aimed at the direction of the major, but was held tightly by the other party's big hands covering their spiritual power.
To be continued...