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There's an old, yellowish paper with hints of brown taints on it. The paper sat on a table that was set against the wall, in front of Frei. Beside the paper, there was a feather pen dipped into a miniature glass bottle filled with black ink.

The paper reads:

Test #1 

For an hour, the boy hasn't shown signs of fainting, unconsciousness or any other symptoms that come from blood loss. Extremely fascinating.

Test #2

The bucket is now full. The sheer capacity of the boy's mana was nothing to scoff at. It's quite literally inhumane. I must praise the lords for giving me this opportunity.

Test #3 

I have analyzed the blood. The mana can be felt and detected clearly, all consistently rich without any lacking in richness. I really have to thank the lords again, for not giving the boy an 

ounce of magical knowledge, or any understanding of mana, because if the boy were ever granted the opportunity to study and learn magic to its fullest, he would bring catastrophe or become a catastrophe. Which brings me to a conclusion, to either turn him into a weapon or an object that will bring fortune to me. I prefer the latter. No paranoia of betrayal and more potential for my goal.