The past was built upon collecting unique characteristics.

"Okay, if there's anything I can help with, you can contact me by letter," she could only say.

"Understood." Morian smiled gratefully.

He stood up, straightened his clothes, and turned to leave.

"Then I'll head back now. Take care."

"Hmm..." Charlotte nodded slightly and got up to see him to the door.

After a brief farewell, Morian left the three-story house, habitually adjusting the brim of his hat as he walked along the street lined with sycamore trees.

The weather today doesn't seem very good; the whole sky looks gloomy and overcast.

A light mist enveloped the land, and dense, dark clouds lingered, making the air feel cooler, but no raindrops fell.

Taking a deep breath of the aroma of bread filling the air, Morian blended into the crowded throng and headed straight for the Kingdom Bank, intending to withdraw some money from his account as a backup.

Thick marble pillars stand outside the door, and if you look up, you will find that the pillars alone are astonishingly four meters high, supporting the floor above.

The entire solemn bank is not built on the ground, but on a wide platform. Everyone who comes to withdraw money must first go up the stone steps on the side to reach the platform.

After pushing open the double door at the entrance, Morian quickly went to the counter, where the staff behind the glass were very respectful and polite.

He withdrew £2,500 from the account he had recently opened for his expenses, leaving the remaining £500 in the account.

The reason for keeping some is to prepare for unforeseen circumstances. Who knows when I might need anonymous funds?

Smart people always leave themselves a way out.

Soon the gold pounds were counted in several batches, with the largest denomination being the £100 banknote, which featured the current king's portrait and anti-counterfeiting features.

Two thousand five hundred pounds is no small sum; it's a thick stack of banknotes, and that's assuming it's all exchanged for paper money. If it were in coins, it would need a special storage bag to hold it.

Morian carefully put the coins into the inner pocket of his coat, feeling their heavy weight, and suddenly felt a sense of peace in his heart.

"No wonder all businessmen say that money is a person's true strength," Morian muttered under his breath, his lips twitching.

As he left the bank, he headed toward the office, spending two pence on a copy of the latest edition of the Daily Bette.

The headline above reports on the recent events that occurred at the White Rose Palace.

Below the headline was a blurry black-and-white photo, seemingly a distant view of the White Rose Palace Square, with the outline of the central platform faintly visible.

This was not surprising, as the area around the ceremony had been cordoned off on the day of the event, but the royal family clearly underestimated the reporters' desires.

From a distance, most of the photos were taken from nearby high-rise buildings.

Even if we assume there were no paparazzi taking photos, it's still inevitable that members of the royal family would leak information secretly, let alone such a sensational scandal.

Morian rolled up the newspaper and tucked it under his arm, quickening his pace back to the office.

Upon returning to the firm, he immediately deposited all his cash into a safe and several more secluded locations before pouring himself a glass of water and sitting down on the sofa to read the newspaper.

The article above was written in a very professional style, using an extremely exaggerated tone to describe the "true situation" of that day.

First and foremost, we must praise the Fourth Prince, Prince Eric Everett, who led thousands of soldiers to suppress the rebellion launched by spies from the Pots Empire, ultimately succeeding in preserving the foundation of the kingdom.

Diana, on the other hand, is portrayed as the prince's guardian knight, displaying great bravery in this battle and fighting to the very last moment.

The article highly praised her loyalty and ability, calling her a role model of the "Kingdom Knights".

As for the second prince, Raymond, he was portrayed as being misled by outsiders, bearing primary responsibility for the incident, and was given a severe punishment.

After reading the whole thing, the description was so realistic that he almost believed it if he didn't know the truth. He would have applauded the kingdom's prestige.

"It seems I really can't trust any reports in the newspapers anymore..." As he continued reading, he almost burst out laughing in anger.

I had thought that the Daily Bette was the most authoritative news outlet, but it turned out to be just as ironic.

Morian put down the newspaper, leaned back on the sofa, and after a moment his face showed some relief.

In any case, this "truth" provided a reasonable cover for Eric and Diana's disappearance and temporarily quelled any potential public outcry.

After letting out a deep sigh, he got up, closed all the doors and windows, took out the "Siren" he had just obtained, and prepared to go to the containment space.

This time, there was no need for any seven-step ritual; with a thought, the scene before my eyes quickly changed.

In just a few seconds, that boundless containment space came into view again.

Eight doors stand here, and beside the gray-white doors, the faceless phantom remains silent and still.

Morian temporarily put aside his other thoughts and focused his gaze on the "Siren" in his hand.

The dark blue gunblade gleamed with a deep luster, imbued with a touch of spirituality, and the sound of surging tides echoed in my ears once more.

Not far ahead, a gray mouse was suddenly summoned. It paused blankly for a moment, then curiously looked around with its tiny, rice-grain-sized eyes.

It circled around blankly, its gaze finally settling on the tall figure.

Immediately afterwards, a high-speed afterimage tore it to pieces.

The next instant, a second explosion occurred at the location where the gray rat was, like a second ripple spreading across water.

"Not bad...not bad." Morian weighed the "Siren" in his hand and showed a genuinely satisfied smile.

This weapon made up for his lack of powerful long-range attack methods, so now he has almost no weaknesses in either melee or ranged combat.

If I have the opportunity to acquire magical items again in the future, I can consider using them for other purposes.

The killed gray rats quickly revived and split.

As soon as it appeared, it looked at the man who had fired the gun without saying a word with accusatory and angry eyes.

A simple thought is also conveyed to the other person through the spiritual pathway of "taming".

What are you doing?! That's not fair to treat a mouse like that!

But Morian, who was in charge, simply gave a friendly smile and continued to pull the trigger, trying out other abilities.

He could sense the thoughts conveyed by the gray rat, but he simply ignored them.

No matter how you kill it, it won't actually die; it's practically the perfect experimental subject.

In the following period, he tested two other types of bullets, but finally, seeing the strong protests in the eyes of the test subjects, he had no choice but to end his use of them.

Then it summons another gray mouse.