From his chair, tucked away in a corner of the laboratory, Rempert watched the centrifuge with satisfaction. He was pleased to have an optimized working method to save as much time as possible. Even before translating the contents of the scrolls, he had asked Nadezhda to draw blood from him to start the most time-consuming step: extracting a protein that he would need for the rest of the process. While the machine separated the different elements, he had been able to re-read his old notes, comfortably settled. Now that he was lucid, they took on a clear meaning, unlike the day when Roland and his sidekick tried to force him to translate them. He would have given a lot to see their faces, at this precise moment, seeing him busy reading all of this with the greatest calm, sitting in the midd
