Days as a Spiritual Mentor in American Comics

Chapter 1147 - 768: Shiller the Match Seller (Part 1)_2

Chapter 1147 - 768: Shiller the Match Seller (Part 1)_2

Given the opportunity to flaunt his skills, Master Mirror would certainly not let it pass. After explaining for a moment, he looked up at Victor and said, "Are you a professor at this university too? What subjects do you teach?"

"I'm a cryogenics physicist, currently I mainly teach physics. Of course, my re

Through combined efforts from two worlds, the development of cryogenic technology has already reached its peak. The physical functions of the frozen persons would not encounter any problems. As long as the neurodegenerative disease and genetic problem could be slowly resolved, there was a possibility for complete recovery.

In the midst of these contemplations, Victor glanced out the window in the midst of reading and spotted a sneaky figure at the base of the faculty dormitory building.

Narrowing his eyes, Victor examined the figure from his window, then throwing on his coat and grabbing the freeze gun off his table, headed towards the door.

In the hallway, he glanced towards Shiller's room. Shiller was still wearing his coat, sleeping soundly on his bed, his eyebrows furrowed with fatigue.

Victor knew that even though the students were busy, the teachers tasked with watching them would be even busier.

And Shiller, not only had to watch the Technical Institute, but he also had to teach undergraduate courses, supervise graduate students' theses, and help Bruce by resolving a bunch of problems so that he could study in peace.

Victor thought, Shiller, a match-seller? This isn't a fairy tale that should be told, because it is filled with too much real-world desperation.

It's more suited to be a new dark nursery rhyme of this city. If you're not willing to draw close to the campfire in the snowy night, or find yourself unable to pick up a torch to look for a way out during a cold night,

Then, you might at the end of a dark alleyway, find a professor holding matches. On your way home, he'll light up a cigar and before the fog disperses, he will give you a match.

As for the cigar, you'd need to find it yourself.