After their discussion, Baron Tram looked at his pocket watch and picked up his walking cane and top hat, taking his leave.
As for Old Cohen, he dispelled the ritual-magic rune wall and opened the curtains.
Sunlight shone in again, and the room instantly became warmer.
Opening the door, Baron Tram seemed to have thought of something as he asked, "I heard you adopted another kid?"
"Mm."
"Any issues?"
"I used the device to check. There are no abnormalities. She is merely a kid with decent talent."
"Mm! Got it."
Hearing Old Cohen's words, Baron Tram felt like he had asked a pointless question. Ever since the betrayal of "Lowe Lawrence", which caused a huge commotion in the Pioneer Corps, Old Cohen had likely become even more cautious than him when "searching" for and "nurturing" new blood.
Since he confirmed there were no problems, it was highly likely that his worries were for naught.
"Oh right, I almost forgot about this matter." Baron Tram who had already stepped out of the room with one foot returned to the coffee table.
He took out five thick books, and each one was as thick as two clasped hands. These books had hard covers made with excellent materials. Just the material alone showed that these books were very valuable.
"These are some of the latest potion theories that have been researched by Dragon Tidal Mountain's White Tower, as well as notes and explanations on the efficacy of some new effective potions that have been recently introduced. Give them to that kid. They might be of use to him."
"I will hand them over to him."
"All right then!" Baron Tram turned around and left.
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Oooo~~
The supernatural steam train whistled and came to a halt at the Sugar Ruins City Station.
Dressed in a black magic robe with red trim, Viya, with curly blond hair, carried her light orange handbag and strode out of the carriage with her pet, a demon hound, along with the surging crowd.
A demon hound was a type of special hound breed that originated from the Dark Ages, so it had a relatively long history.
The demon hound's body was neither too big nor too small; it was just a medium-sized hound. There were also black scales on its body, which indicated that it had an extraordinary bloodline power. At the same time, it possessed strength, speed, defense, bone density, and life force that far exceeded ordinary hounds.
One could treat a demon hound as a half-supernatural lifeform. Having decent strength, the loyal demon hound was very popular with aristocrats.
Once she left the train, Viya started to frown.
The air was filled with the smell of burnt magic source coal; it was a sharp stench that made her uncomfortable.
"Woof woof!"
The demon hound seemed to be complaining about the air quality as well. It barked twice in a low volume but retained its ferocity.
Squatting down, Viya petted the demon hound's head using her hand that was wearing a tulle glove.
"Alright, Teacher asked me to come here not to enjoy myself but to get in contact with that young Pharmacist genius and confirm if he really possesses such unparalleled Pharmacist talent. At the same time, I need to secretly protect him."
"Woof woof…" the demon hound replied.
Following the crowd, they walked out of the train station, arriving at the huge Sugar Train Station Square.
In the hidden corners on both sides of a building, several eyes had already focused on Viya.
A gorgeously dressed foreign aristocrat lady like this was the perfect target for many thieves and pickpockets.
A twelve- or thirteen-year-old boy in very tattered clothing limped towards her quickly.
"Lady…!" the poorly dressed teenager shouted weakly.
Before Viya even made a move…
"Grrrr…" The demon hound had already emitted a low growl. Even though it sounded like a hound, its voice had the ferocity of a superior lifeform.
The teenager wearing tattered clothes was forced to stop five meters away from them after this shock. Both of his legs were trembling, and the teenager felt an overwhelming fear growing in his heart.
"Ahhh…" After shouting out pitifully, the teenager escaped into the corner of the building in panic.
Even though he had reached the corner, the teenager was still shivering as the fear of death continued to assault his mind.
Regarding this scene, Viya paid no attention to it.
By treating her as just some aristocrat lady and trying to test her, there would be a price to pay.
Past the square, Viya who had arrived by the road looked at the group of students in front of her who were wearing cloaks as she revealed a slightly shocked gaze.
These students were getting into their horse carriages in groups.
Her gaze landed on a young man who was dressed in black.
"Such a dense aura of blood." Muttering internally, Viya waved her hand to call for a horse carriage as she went into it with her hound.
The horse carriage started to move.
Petting the demon hound, Viya asked in a low tone, "Did you feel it too?"
"Woof woof…" the demon hound responded.
"Such a dense aura of blood. Was that a Blood-kin? Or a Blood Demon servant? Even though the sky is dark today, there is still some sunlight around. Blood-kin would not dare to move around casually at this time. If it was a Blood Demon servant, he would not be able to control his thirst for blood or slaughter, so he should not be that either."
"Maybe it is some supernatural class? Interesting." Viya smiled lightly.
Watching the aristocrat lady dressed in a cloak who left in her horse carriage along with her demon hound, Gurney retracted his gaze after some time.
A powerful Transcendent?
The growl of that demon hound should be a type of soul attack that induces fear. Even though it is not strong, it is enough to be a life-long lesson for those thieves and pickpockets.
Rubbing his temples, Gurney went into his own horse carriage.
"Old Rock Street, No. 155."
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Old Rock Street, No. 155.
After getting off the horse carriage, Gurney felt a sense of warmth upon seeing the familiar street and building.
In the supernatural wilderness, when crossing mountains and valleys, one had to stay alert. If any wind blew, one would have to immediately respond. It had been very mentally straining.
Now that he was back, he could finally have a good rest. In his free time, he could read books about pharmacology or concoct potions; life would be very enjoyable.
Once the door to the room was opened, Gurney saw Old Cohen who was sitting on the sofa.
At this moment, Old Cohen who had white hair sat up straight. He looked at Gurney with a pair of slightly astigmatic eyes that carried alertness in them. On seeing Gurney, a flash of surprise had been revealed on Old Cohen's face.
"Father Cohen!" Gurney spoke first.
"Come and take a seat!" Old Cohen waved at Gurney.
Once he sat down, Old Cohen immediately asked softly, "You… became a Transcendent? The aura of blood is so dense!"
Gurney had been wondering earlier if he should tell Old Cohen about this, but now, it seemed like it was a redundant worry. Father Cohen had seen through it immediately.
"Yeah!" Gurney then explained the details of the group's exploration on this trip.
Of course, Gurney did not talk about the things that were strictly secret for him.