It's reasonable to have more than 100 million vests in the world of science, right?

Chapter 239 Need it, take it off

Sekt had no idea what this young boy with a young and innocent face was thinking, so he took him all the way to his laboratory.

But even if he knew, he would just go over and watch them being trained with an expression of enjoying the show.

Looking at the clean and tidy laboratory, Bertrand pursed his lips slightly, his bright eyes dimmed, and a hint of disgust flashed across his eyes.

Well, it’s just enough to be seen by Sekt.

Sekt frowned slightly, then concealed it without a trace, showing a relaxed smile on his face, and put his arm around the boy's shoulders, "Okay, let's finish it early and leave early~"

Bertrand walked over to the instrument and tapped it, then looked at Sekt curiously, "How do I check it? Do I need to take off my clothes?"

As he spoke, he lifted the corner of his clothes, revealing a small part of his white waist.

Sekt: !!

He rushed forward and held his hand, "Wait wait wait wait...!"

"Hmm?" The baby-faced man tilted his head with a childlike innocence, "Don't I need to take off my clothes for the examination? Isn't it a full-body examination..."

He pouted, frowned and muttered quietly.

Sekt: ...

"Well... I need it, please take it off."

As he said this, he let go of Bertrand's hand and stared at the other's movements with burning eyes.

"Good~"

The young man took off his shirt panting, and his fair and tender skin was revealed in front of him. Like white porcelain without impurities, it seemed to be shining with charming luster under the light.

Sekt's eyes paused, and he was stunned for a moment as he looked at the marks on the boy's body that were so faint that they were hardly visible.

Although the marks were shallow, they were clearly wounds of varying sizes stacked on top of each other.

He frowned suddenly. These wounds were obviously inflicted a long time ago. But as far as he knew, Bertrand had been deeply loved since he was brought back by the Boss. It was impossible for him to be sent to do various dangerous tasks like Gin.

Therefore, he guessed that these injuries were inflicted before he was brought back by the Boss.

A dark gleam flashed across Sekt's eyes.

Glancing at the boy who was taking off his pants, his eyelids twitched, and then he quickly stopped him, "Ahem, Bai-chan, just take off your shirt!"

Bertrand glanced at him and said, "Oh."

Sekt breathed a sigh of relief, glanced at the shallow scars on the boy's body, then quickly looked away, turned on the instrument next to him and let him lie down.

Bertrand looked at the instrument hesitantly, then at Seckt, then slowly climbed up and lay down.

Just as Seckt, who was touched by the boy's trust in him, was about to start the instrument, he caught a glimpse of the little butterfly tightly held in the baby-faced boy's hand.

Sekt: ...

It shouldn’t be that bad. It really shouldn’t be that bad, my dear.

He suppressed the chill running down his spine and pretended he hadn't seen anything, operating the instrument as if nothing had happened.

Bertrand also closed his eyes nervously and held the little butterfly even tighter.

Bai: Wuhu is so exciting~!

Qian: I feel it.

Nearly an hour later, Bertrand's little head popped out of the hole in his shirt. After putting on his clothes, he came close to Seckt with a curious look on his face, opening his eyes wide as if he wanted to stare a hole in the inspection record in his hand.

"Any questions? Any questions?"

Sekt flipped through the information and rubbed Bertrand's head with a look of satisfaction, "Yes, Bertrand is very healthy!"