Menielman Soumet whispered, "This is a replica of the Emerald Secret Scroll by Master Moni, the real Jade Book is in the Court of Fate."

  Charlot was still deeply shocked.

  The Emerald Secret Scroll by Master Moni had also appeared in uy textbooks and was hailed as humanity's greatest alchemical creation.

  He also noticed that Menielman’s expression was very plex, filled with hatred, regret, sadness, relief, and many other emotions that were hard to decipher and describe.

  Charlot tried to suppress the bloody glory surging within him. Uhe influence of the Emerald Secret Scroll, it was being increasingly untrolble. He curiously asked, " these memories still be reviewed?" He had always wohis question ba school, but the textbooks didn't provide an answer, and the professors refused to expin, saying it was knowledge he should not touch.

  Menielman answered, "They will be shattered by the Emerald Secret Scroll and transformed into pure knowledge. The Emerald Secret Scroll does not retain the ordinary memories it extracts."

  Charlot uood. Extrag memories with the Emerald Secret Scroll was no different from killing someone.

  The process of erasing memories was calm and uful. Zimourman Axel Robin soon became like a wooden puppet, standing still and bnk.

  The massive, a Emerald Secret Scroll illusion slowly faded, and the tless drifting gray mist-like wisps vanished along with it.

  The bat energy radiating from Menielman then receded, and the bloody glory within Charlot also stopped boiling, densing bato the swirling vortex in his brow.

  The impact of the Emerald Secret Scroll, this ultimate alchemical treasure, oraordinary powers was simply overwhelming.

  Charlot didn’t feel at ease.

  The alchemists, wearing bck robes and hoods, after a series of operations, gave Zimourman Axel Robin a pletely new personality and a fed identity.

  His new name was Huntington, a captain at Kilmainham Prison, loyal to the royal family and skilled in martial arts.

  Ohe alchemists fiheir work, they handed over a dot. Menielman sig and ha to Charlot, saying, "Acc to imperial w, this dot must have two signatures."

  Charlot finally uood why Menielman had brought him here. He didn't dare to read the dot carefully, just g it hastily and signed his name.

  Menielman didn't linger any longer, leading Charlot through the mysterious door and back to Kilmainham Prison in the Marne District.

  This brief journey left Charlot with a feeling of great oppression.

  Menielman gave him half a day off a work early.

  Charlot even hitched a ride on his superior's carriage and was dropped off in the Val-de-Vas District.

  Returning to the Alexander District, he first terminated his rental tract with the Savings Union Apartments, paid a fee for the termination, and then hired a carge to move his personal belongings. After two years of living there, he pletely bid farewell to his past as Charlot Meburg.

  Upon arriving at 58 Elysée Garden Street, Charlot was surprised to find that the previous owner’s personal belongings were quite numerous, including a number of books.

  He put the miseous items into the rge study and moved the books to the small study, preparing to pce them separately.

  The former owner had taken all the valuable items, and both studies cked any books. Books were very expensive in this world, leaving only cumbersome furniture behind.

  The rger study was about sixty to seventy square meters, with bookshelves lining all four walls. There was a massive fereable with matg chairs.

  The smaller study was more like a lounge, with an a desk and matg chair, two sofas for receiving guests, and a reer for short rests. It was more suitable for daily rexation. One wall had a half-sized bookshelf, which was inally intended for miseous items, now only holding some empty boxes aers.

  He didn’t bother with the gage, just tidied up the small study a little, cleared away the clutter, and pced the books he had brought onto the bookshelves. He also ied the former owner's diary among the books.

  These "former" books could help him uand more about his new identity, and he po read them when he had free time. As for the diary, he felt uneasy about it and hadn’t dared to look at it again.

  Since most of the previous owner’s clothes had been discarded, aside from the books, there were only a few everyday items like tableware.

  Charlot’s tableware was minimal and made of tin, much cheaper.

  He pced the tableware in the dining room, and feeling hungry, he noticed that there was no food at home. Although he had brought some ingredients, he didn’t want to cook himself because…

  The food made from those ingredients was hard to eat.

  Charlot didn’t want to waste the afternoon on pag, so he decided to go out for a meal. He left No. 58, turned onto Elysée Garden Street, and soon passed a bakery. He didn’t think for long a in to ask, "What bread do you have today?"

  Most bakeries in the Fars Empire were indepely run by certain madams, from baking to selling everything done by one person.

  Thus, each bakery had its own style, and the bread they sold tasted quite different.

  The young red-haired dy owner of this bakery, about twenty-seven or twe years old, with a petite figure, smiled and said, "Our croissants are famous far and wide. Would you like some?"

  Charlot smiled and said, "Then give me twenty."

  The red-haired dy quickly ed up twenty croissants for him.

  Charlot asked a few more questions and was delighted to discover that this bakery had tea from the Dongli Kingdom. This was much better than the empire's bck tea, and he bought some before leaving.

  Although Elysée Garden Street was very lively, a perfect time for shopping, with people and carriages passing by, Charlot went straight back to No. 58 without lingering.

  At home, he ate two croissants with just water and put the rest into the side et of the dining room, pnning to keep them for the few days.

  This a empire from a different time didn’t have refrigerators, so food couldn’t be kept for long.

  After some hesitation, Charlot decided to go check the basement. He had already toured the three floors of the building but had never been to the basement. Sihe weather was still good, it erfect time for a quispe.

  Charlot lit an oil mp. The architects of the Fars Empire never included windows in basements, a characteristic of the empire. Even during the day, the basement was bound to be dim.

  It would be inve if it were dark.

  The basement staircase was long, with three turns. At each turn, there were oil mps on stands, indig that the ceili might exceed five pimi.

  Charlot had verted the pimi measurement. The empire's pimi was slightly lohan the Earth's metric meter, about 1.15 meters per pimi. With this ceili, the basement was already quite spacious.