Uncontrolled help
But Achilles never thought of pursuing this delicate female. After all, his own situation was already precarious.
In order to obtain the inhibitor, he had to be controlled by Custer Island.
This is a place full of darkness and danger, and is definitely not a good place.
He knew that he was a lonely ghost wandering here, and he might die one day when his spiritual sea collapsed. How could he be worthy of having a wife when he was imprisoned?
Not to mention that now, he had kidnapped Anrita's partner with his own hands.
Looking at Anita's timid and cowering appearance, as pure as an innocent fawn, he knew that without the protection of a male, she would have a hard time surviving on her own, not to mention that she was pregnant.
Aqir pursed his lips, his voice as hoarse as sandpaper: "He doesn't have time to deal with you now. If you have anything to say, just tell me. I will definitely tell him."
The doctor heard him say this, so he didn't dare to argue and quickly responded:
"It's like this: pregnant females crave the comfort of a male partner more than usual, especially pheromone-based bonding."
"The fetus in the womb is particularly dependent on the father's pheromones. Although other male pheromones can also have some effect, they are ultimately not as highly compatible as the biological father's pheromones."
"So, no matter how busy you are, be sure to remind your partner to spend as much time with the female as possible during pregnancy. This is crucial for the healthy development of the fetus!"
As Archer listened to the doctor's words, he felt mixed emotions.
A few seconds later, he suddenly turned around and strode out. Before leaving, he said to the doctor, "Take care of this little female for me. I'll be back soon."
After saying that, he walked out without looking back, even feeling guilty and not daring to look Anrita in the eye.
After going out, he gently closed the door of the medical room, then arranged two guards to guard the door and strictly ordered them to ensure the safety of Anrita.
Anrita sat quietly in the medical room, with a hint of hesitation in her eyes, staring at Archer's departing back.
Her fingers tapped unconsciously on the armrest of the chair, with complex emotions surging in her heart. She hoped that Archer could bring Edmund back, but she was also worried that something unexpected would happen.
The doctor looked in the direction where Archer hurried away, and was interrupted halfway through his words. Many important pregnancy precautions were not yet explained.
He stood there for a long time before slowly turning to Anrita, his face full of confusion. He asked cautiously, "Sir, what is he going to do?"
Anita's lips curled up slightly, a gentle smile spreading across her face. She said softly, "He should have gone to find my partner. Doctor, thank you so much for mentioning that the baby needs the pheromones of his biological father."
She knew that it was the doctor's words that made Archer realize the urgency of the situation and rush to find Edmund.
Thinking of this, Anrita's tense nerves finally relaxed a little. She breathed a sigh of relief, and a hint of peace appeared in her eyes.
Anita's mental tentacles were like invisible threads, always keeping an eye on the conditions of Edmund and Knox.
At this time, Edmund was going through a difficult struggle.
When he was forced into the laboratory, a strong sense of resistance was instantly aroused.
Despite wearing collars that suppressed their mental power, these ordinary male guards were simply unable to compete with him.
They neither have the strength of Achir nor the experience of dealing with S-level males.
Although Edmund was unable to use his mental power, he was not at all inferior in the confrontation thanks to his reaction speed and physical fitness that far exceeded that of ordinary people.
He was unarmed, but every punch and every dodge he threw demonstrated his powerful strength and superb fighting skills.
In just a few moments, he beat several A-level male guards to pieces.
The fierce fight lasted outside the laboratory for more than half an hour.
Finally, the doctor in the laboratory could no longer bear it and rushed out. He took advantage of the stalemate between Edmund and the guards to inject a sedative into him.
Edmund felt dizzy, the world was spinning, and his body became extremely heavy.
As his consciousness gradually blurred, he continued to struggle, but was eventually tied up and taken into the laboratory by everyone.
Inside the laboratory, the doctors looked at Edmund, who was tied up, their faces filled with fear.
One of the doctors' voice trembled, "He's an S-rank male. The one who could mark his spiritual sea must be an A-rank female. Is his wife the Saint of the White Tower?"
Another researcher lowered his voice, seeming to be lost in thought. "There are only two Saints in the White Tower. One is Saint Jenny, and the other is Saint Anrita, who has recently gained fame. Who do you think it will be?"
"No matter who it is, this mark is difficult to remove! We currently only have experience removing B-level marks, and the success rate is only 50%. This is an A-level mark, I'm really not sure I can succeed."
The doctor's face was full of worry and his brows were furrowed.
If this operation to remove the mark fails, the spiritual sea of this powerful S-level male in front of him is likely to suffer serious damage.
In the orc world, a male with damaged spiritual sea is like a bird with broken wings. Not only will he lose his powerful spiritual power, but even his daily life will be greatly affected, making him no different from a disabled person.
The researcher held the tool in his hand, hesitantly standing there, not taking any action.
"He's an S-rank warrior, a rare talent. If we inject him with inhibitors, make him addicted and obey our orders, he'll definitely become an obedient dog in the future. Do we really want to destroy him like this?"
The other man pondered for a moment and said slowly, "I'd better go ask the dean what he thinks."
It was precisely because of their indecision and repeated prevarication that a lot of time was wasted.
Just when they finally made up their minds to clear the mark for Edmund, Archer arrived in time.
He appeared at the door of the laboratory with a look of determination in his eyes.
Achilles has made up his mind to get this damn brown bear away from here.
No matter how the lord of Caster Island would punish him, even if he stopped supplying inhibitors, he was determined to persevere.
Although his reason kept reminding him that he shouldn't be so impulsive.
Just like he shouldn't have stepped forward rashly when he saw the little female being bullied by the male, and he shouldn't have promised the little female to take her to find a mate.
Archer knew that these things were beyond his job responsibilities.
If they act, they will not only offend Caster Island, but may also lose the only source of inhibitor supply.
Even this supply is not reliable.
And losing the inhibitor would only accelerate the collapse of his spiritual sea.
In the laboratory, four or five doctors gathered around the operating table, pressing Edmund, who was semi-conscious but still trying to resist, onto the bed and tying him up with layers of chains.
"Quick, tie his arms tightly! This male is too strong, and the tranquilizer won't last long."
A researcher shouted.
Another person chimed in, "How about some more sedatives? Anyone else would have passed out with this dose, but he's still conscious. I can't imagine how terrifying he'll be when he wakes up."
A doctor sighed as he put on gloves: "Fortunately, the administrator is strong enough, otherwise we would not be able to control a male of this level."
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