"Damn, the new assistant is useless, the tea she was supposed to make hasn't arrived yet."
Underground laboratory.
The Warlock Apprentice complained, while Akasa and Lagrange had outgrown such lowly pleasures, his students had not; they all wanted a few beautiful girls as assistants, not just for vanity but also for other satisfactions.
Lagrange appeared young, but was actually a Cold War monster.
He himself was not a straightforward scholar; in fact, most technical males are somewhat mentally disturbed.
He thought Emmerich was incredibly stupid. After the collapse of their big brother, scientists, generally regarded as idiots, earned less than pharmaceutical reps flirting with doctors.
Lagrange hadn't flirted while his body was young again, not because he wasn't technical enough, but because he had already been mentally impotent at a young age.
He fiercely preserved his late honor.
"Don't you have anything else to do?"
