I can copy tags infinitely.

In the library, Li En, Monroe, and Caesar talked about a lot of things, but most of it was related to mysticism.

After the conversation, Li En realized that this guy named Caesar was also a genius in the field of occultism.

If he hadn't met Monroe, Li En would have even doubted whether the label of "genius of mysticism" would have been attached to Caesar.

However, Li En has not confirmed whether the same label will appear repeatedly, and whether the effect of copying duplicate labels will be cumulative is also unknown.

It can be said that there is still a lot of room for development in his ability to copy labels.

"So, you were once just one step away from the Golden Dawn Open, but unfortunately, due to persecution by the church and the decline of your family, you were unable to participate, right?"

Upon hearing Caesar's question, Monroe took a sip of his sugared black tea and gave a wry smile. "Even if my family hadn't fallen on hard times, I probably wouldn't have qualified to participate in the Golden Dawn Open Tournament. After all, only true geniuses in mysticism can compete in this tournament, and I don't think I'm qualified yet."

You're being too modest. You practically have a label of genius in mysticism on your forehead. If you're not a genius, then who is?

Li En mentally muttered a complaint.

"It's okay. I've always believed that there are no true geniuses in this world. As long as you believe you are a true genius, then you are."

Caesar made a rather idealistic statement: "If you don't even believe in yourself, then even if you are a true genius, you can't shine like gold."

Monroe remained noncommittal, simply continuing to drink his tea.

Time passed quickly as they chatted. Caesar pulled a pocket watch from his vest pocket and glanced at the time.

"Oh, it's getting late. It seems my free time is over."

After saying that, he drank the Ceylon tea in his cup in one gulp and said to Li En and Monroe, "See you next time. I will pass on any news to you. I usually come to the library to read books after Sunday morning prayers and morning worship."

"If you have time, you can come find me at the library. That's all."

After leaving those words, Caesar walked straight out of the London Library.

Li En didn't stop him, because he had already copied the label.

[Label copied]

【tyrant】

[Effect: Your words and actions can make those who consider themselves of lower status than you obey your commands]

After copying it, it had the same effect as the label of a materialist warrior, and didn't give Li En any special feeling for the time being, so he decided to study the label properly later.

On the bustling street, a black horse-drawn carriage was parked by the roadside.

The carriage itself is quite understated and low-key, but the edges are trimmed with gold and metal ornaments, which adds a touch of elegance to the otherwise understated carriage.

A servant stepped forward and opened the car door for Caesar. "Your Highness, watch your step."

Caesar coughed twice, took off his dark charcoal coat, handed it to the servant beside him, and climbed the steps of the carriage into the cabin.

The soft cushions contrasted sharply with the hard benches in the library. Caesar let out a long breath, but coughed twice because he exhaled too quickly.

"Your Highness," a servant said to Caesar through the carriage window, "His Majesty wants you to reduce the frequency of your visits to the industrial area, as your health is deteriorating."

"His Majesty said that although you are not the eldest son, you should still be prepared to succeed to the throne, given that the right of succession may change at any time."

Caesar simply waved and closed the carriage window.

The throne?

He wasn't interested in those things.

Looking at the vast London Library before him, Caesar sighed deeply.

He placed his copy of "The Jadeite Record: Experimental Lectures on Hermes' Transformation Principle" in the London Library for over a week, but still received no response from anyone.

Perhaps he shouldn't wait any longer, because his time was running out.

The thick fog in London is indiscriminately engulfing everyone.

……

The penetrating chimes of Big Ben echoed through the vast and empty London Library. Realizing it was getting late, Li En got up to leave.

Monroe quickly stood up and said to Li En, "Sir, thank you for your generosity. I haven't had such delicious black tea in a long time."

"It's okay, you're helping me too, aren't you?" Li En said. "You also know a lot of obscure knowledge about the occult. I'll need your wisdom in the future, so let's consider it mutual assistance, okay?"

Monroe nodded gratefully, knowing that Lee En had said that to save his face. "Yes, sir..."

"Don't call me 'sir' anymore, just call me Li En," Li En shrugged. "Whatever is convenient for you. Today, a young lady also asked me to call her by her nickname."

Monroe laughed and said, "Then she must be a very discerning and lucky young lady."

Okay, it's actually your sister. I was just afraid that if you found out I was feeding her, you'd come after me and fight me.

After saying goodbye to Monroe, Li En took the silver candlestick and went to the south bank of the Thames, to his neighborhood.

After knocking on her own door, the maid Lena opened it and welcomed Li En home safely.

"Welcome home, young master. Please take off your coat."

Li En did as instructed, glancing at the maid Lena, when a thought suddenly occurred to him.

"Lena".

Reina, the maid, had just turned around to hang up her coat when she came to her senses. "Is there something you need, young master?"

Li En sized up Lena and asked, "Can you do a handstand and then spin around the restaurant table?"

Lena was taken aback, genuinely not expecting Li En to ask such a question.

"This..." She hesitated for a second, "I haven't received any training in this area, so I guess it's not possible..."

"Lena".

Li En's tone suddenly changed, carrying an unquestionable command.

"Now, stand upside down on the floor and then walk around the dining table once."

Lena's body suddenly froze, her eyes slightly vacant.

"Understood, young master." Rena's voice was somewhat light and airy, as if she were under mental control. Her whole body leaned backward, and she used her waist to turn herself upside down.

The long skirt fell to the ground due to gravity, but Li En was not interested in the scenery underneath.

He watched as Lena circled the dining table in this bizarre manner, then stopped in her original position and stood up again.

"Any other orders, young master?"

Lena, her eyes still vacant, asked the question.

Li En shook her head. "It's alright."

After saying that, Lena's body trembled again, seemingly unaware of what had just happened, only muttering that her palms were a little sore.

Lee En held her breath.

He succeeded.

He successfully used the power of the tyrant label!

This is indeed some kind of extraordinary ability!