The past was built upon collecting unique characteristics.

After saying this, he added meaningfully:

"When the time comes, stay away from me, and you'd better pretend you don't know me."

That's exactly what I wanted... Morian thought to himself, his face expressionless.

Without needing to be reminded, he had already made his plans: to find an inconspicuous spot at the party and try not to attract attention.

"If you see most of the members doing anything strange at a gathering, you'd better follow their lead," Carl thought for a moment and continued to advise. "The Moon Worship Clan has many internal rules that every member is required to strictly abide by."

"What strange behavior?"

"Who knows? Maybe they'll have you chanting hymns before the meal, or maybe they'll have you self-harm to liven up the atmosphere," he said nonchalantly.

"These lunatics always come up with new ways to play."

After hearing these words, Maurian fell silent, gaining a new understanding of the party he was about to attend.

This isn't a party... this is practically a party for perverts!

It's hard to believe this guy has been hiding in this kind of environment for so long. Won't his mental state suffer?

No, perhaps he has already been assimilated, but it's just not obvious...

Overwhelmed with emotion, he couldn't help but cast a sympathetic and pitying glance at Karl on the sofa.

Upon noticing that caring gaze, Karl's smile froze for a moment, but he quickly returned to normal.

"Don't get me wrong, I'm just giving you a piece of advice; how you actually do it is up to you."

He coughed lightly, then concluded:

"That's all I wanted to say. The party is tomorrow night at 8 p.m. You can enter freely after 8 p.m. Don't forget to bring that token."

Morian nodded slightly, pointed towards the door, and said with a hint of amusement:

"I'll be going now. I still have a few things to do."

"No problem, see you at the party." Carl chuckled, stood up, and gestured for him to leave.

He watched the figure disappear completely through the gap in the curtains before turning back to the living room.

In the quiet living room, a cup of dark coffee sits on the coffee table. The liquid has long since cooled, yet it still emits a faint aroma.

Unexpectedly, he and I are actually the same type of people... Looking at the cold cup of coffee, Carl suddenly sighed softly, a smile curving upwards at the corners of his mouth.

He picked up his coffee, walked to the sink, and poured the entire cup in without hesitation, showing no remorse whatsoever.

"I don't know why humans like to drink this kind of stuff."

……

After leaving the apartment, Morian walked back the way he came.

The morning sun felt exceptionally warm on my skin, making me realize how apt the saying that one's mood changes with the weather is.

Sunlight filtered through the gaps in the leaves, casting shadows, and many pedestrians carrying briefcases passed by—a perfectly normal scene on a weekday.

As he gazed at the street scene, Morian's thoughts began to wander.

As Karl said, that ancient being likely possessed many deadly methods, so he should be even more prepared.

After all, if the first assassination attempt fails, the other party will not only become more alert, but may even stop holding any gatherings in the short term.

By then, finding another ancient species will be impossible, and we won't know where to begin.

There's no need to consider magical items for now, unless I go and ask Mr. Y for help... There's also no need to risk stepping through that gray door again... Morian walked out of Glass Street and suddenly thought of a clear direction.

There is still a lot of room for improvement in taming this ability.

He had been looking for other creatures that could be tamed, but he had been too busy to think about it.

The role of the earliest domesticated gray squirrels, as proven over this period of time, is self-evident. They can play a significant role in both reconnaissance and interference.

However, these small creatures ultimately lack offensive capabilities, and in open terrain, they cannot take advantage of their small size.

What kind of creature could compensate for these deficiencies? Morian slowed his pace, his thoughts gradually becoming more active.

Hmm... First, it needs to be able to fly, so it can have a wider field of vision and observe the overall situation from a high vantage point. Ideally, it should also carry some offensive capabilities...

Thinking of this, his gaze inadvertently swept across the sky, and the images of the creatures driven by the black-robed shepherd flashed through his mind.

Those crows.

Crows are not only intelligent, but they also meet all the above conditions. Moreover, in some cultures, crows are even associated with the realm of death.

After being tamed, the gray rats were given the abilities of "immortality" and "split". If a crow were tamed, it might be possible to develop some unexpected abilities.

With a clear goal in mind, he immediately found a public carriage and spent twenty minutes arriving at the outskirts of Bet.

Surrounded by low hills on all sides, with ground covered in a mixture of weeds and mud, this area is an undeveloped zone.

But at the same time, it was also the place where he was after returning to reality from the containment space last time.

A huge steel mill stood not far away, emanating a constant roar.

Several thick metal pipes crisscrossed the factory, and the chimneys were billowing out thick black smoke. Dozens of workers were busy in the factory, some carrying materials and others pouring molten iron.

Even from a distance, Morian could feel the scorching heat emanating from the other side, but he only glanced at it before turning his gaze away and searching for those black figures in the sky.

Crows are typical flocking animals. While they may be hard to spot in cities, they are not uncommon in such desolate areas.

Before long, he spotted a flock of crows circling overhead.

Dozens of crows flapped their wings and gathered in the same sky, like several dark clouds, making it difficult to distinguish the outlines of each individual crow.

After observing below for a while, Morian followed the same approach as last time, first condensing a ball of light with the aura of "abundance" in his palm to attract their attention.

Strangely, the crows did not approach the area; instead, they flapped their wings and moved a distance away, as if instinctively repelling the scent.

No response? What's going on?

Morian frowned. This was completely different from the last time he tamed the gray rats, when the rats practically scrambled to get close, but these crows didn't react at all.

After a moment's thought, he simply let a few strands of spiritual energy extend from the ball of light, slowly reaching towards the dark flock of crows.

The spiritual threads quickly disappeared into it, but the expected connection was not established. Instead, it became dim and lost its luster, falling off the crows and dissipating into light fragments.

Another failure? Morian stood there, stunned, completely bewildered.

Is it because crows, as birds, are inherently averse to abilities full of life? Or is it because their numbers prevent them from establishing stable connections?