The past was built upon collecting unique characteristics.

Success! Morian smiled slightly. Although the little guys were a bit clumsy, they had indeed understood and executed the instructions.

Relieved that he had interrupted the maintenance of "Abundance," he turned to "Analysis" to examine what changes had occurred in the gray rats that had been "grazing."

In my field of vision, two words appeared next to the outlines of the gray rats: "immortal" and "split".

"Immortality" allows these fragile gray rats to avoid true death after suffering fatal injuries, instead consuming spiritual essence to reconstruct their bodies.

Because after completing the "herding", they have transformed from a simple life form into a kind of materialized spiritual existence.

They don't truly "die," but rather reshape themselves by consuming his spiritual essence after being attacked. What's more, they "split" during each reshaping process.

In other words, if six gray mice "die" at the same time, they will become twelve the moment they are resurrected. If these twelve die again, the number will further "split" to twenty-four.

Morian then discovered the drawbacks of this ability.

Each gray rat that splits off will be counted as a "grazing" target. Once the number expands, maintaining such a large number to "graze" during battle will consume spiritual energy very quickly.

As expected, there were still some limitations... He slowly exhaled and took the initiative to end the release of "taming".

As their abilities ended, the gray rats' forms became ethereal and dissolved into the air.

They will only regroup and return to reality when Morian activates "Grazing" again.

Morian stood up, walked to the sofa, and began to organize the alchemy materials he had bought, planning to continue his in-depth exploration of alchemy starting tomorrow.

However, before that, there is a more pressing issue that needs to be addressed.

have dinner.

……

The three days flew by as we focused on the experiment.

When the last vial was placed on the wooden shelf, the alchemical attempt, which had lasted for three days and two nights, finally came to an end.

After stretching his stiff joints a bit, Morian went to the restroom to wash his hands.

Turn on the tap, and the cold water washes over my face, dripping down my chin, instantly washing away most of my fatigue.

He returned to the full-length mirror in his bedroom, changed into a clean, wrinkle-free light gray shirt and a dark vest, and saw that there were now several faint shadows under his eyes.

Through constant and repeated practice, Morian's mastery of alchemy has improved significantly. His operation has become more and more skillful and fluent, and he can even vaguely perceive some key points and mistakes in the refining process.

And now, it's time to go out for a walk.

Today is the day Mr. Walker agreed to complete the weapon forging, and it's also the sixth day of Ronan's consideration period. By tomorrow at the latest, a final answer must be given to the royal commission.

Before that, he decided to visit Miss Charlotte, who had moved to Bethlehem.

On the one hand, it was to inform the other party of my decision; on the other hand, this visit was also a normal exchange between friends.

If I don't go out soon, I'll probably really turn into a walking corpse... Morian mocked himself in the mirror, then went to lock the office door and stepped into the morning street.

The mornings in Bet City are filled with a refreshing atmosphere. The sunlight is bright but not scorching, providing a comfortable warmth when it falls on you, but once it reaches midday, this warmth becomes unbearably hot.

Walking along the familiar streets, passing several specialty stores, Morian pondered for a moment and entered a shop with a quaint and unique decor.

A few minutes later, when he walked out of the store again, he was carrying a small gift box carefully wrapped in thick purple paper.

The tea inside was indeed quite valuable. Considering Charlotte's family's financial situation, he simply chose the most expensive one in the store, which should be a suitable choice as a souvenir.

Charlotte's rented apartment is located in an upscale neighborhood in the north of the city, a distance from the bustling market. The streets are lined with beautiful plane trees and detached houses with courtyards, creating a rather elegant atmosphere.

Compared to typical townhouses, the rent for these detached houses is significantly higher, and in most cases, private bodyguards can be seen standing guard in the yard.

Following the address, he found a three-story house with light gray exterior walls and a small garden in front with several clumps of blooming violets.

As soon as he arrived at the gate, Morian paused for a moment.

This is not the apartment Charlotte was talking about; it's a spacious, luxurious villa.

It seems my understanding of "apartment" differs from that of a rich young lady...

It's nice to have money.

Morian calmed himself down, suppressing the feelings of "the gap between people" that had been rising in his heart, and raised his hand to knock on the dark wooden door.

About ten seconds later, light footsteps came from inside the door.

The door opened, and Charlotte stood inside. Today she was wearing a light green dress, and her light brown hair fell naturally, with a few strands hanging down her cheeks.

"Good morning, sir." After recognizing the visitor, she smiled and stepped aside. "Please come in."

"Excuse me." Morian nodded and stepped into the house.

He had only taken two steps when he remembered the gift in his hand, turned around and handed it over.

"This is just a small token of my appreciation. I passed by a tea shop and thought this tea looked good; I heard it goes well with desserts."

Charlotte wasn't disappointed at all, and happily accepted the gift with a smile:

"You're too kind. I just baked some cookies; we can try them together."

The living room inside the villa is simply and comfortably furnished, with three light-colored sofas in the center and a landscape oil painting hanging on the wall above.

The most eye-catching feature is the bookshelf against the wall, which is neatly arranged with all kinds of books, from historical classics to classical poetry collections, as well as a few introductory books on basic mysticism.

The furniture and decor inside the house are likely a reflection of the landlord's taste, but these books undoubtedly belong to Charlotte herself; such items are not usually included in rented houses.

"Please have a seat, I'll go prepare some tea."

Picking up the exquisite tea gift box, Charlotte turned and walked toward the open-plan kitchen area that connected to the living room.

A few minutes later, she returned with the tray.

On the tray sat a pot of steaming black tea, two white porcelain teacups, and a plate of golden-brown cookies.

"I tried baking this myself, I don't know if it tastes to your liking," Charlotte said somewhat shyly.

Did you try baking it yourself? Morian immediately took a piece. The cookie was crisp and warm, with the aroma of butter and just the right amount of sweetness.

Perhaps it's partly because they were freshly baked, but in terms of taste, they're already much better than those in most cookie shops.

"It's delicious," he said sincerely.