Alex walked out of the dome, carrying with him an urn. Within the urn were the ashes of the person he had just experimented on.
He could not send the corpse back to the person's family, all flayed and missing spiritual roots, so instead he chose to give them a funeral and have the ashes delivered to the family.
The family consented to this from the very start when their dying were registered to the house for the dying, so they would have no qualms with this.
Alex handed over the urn to one of the people waiting for him and walked away.
Following him, Linlin walked out as well and began reporting.
"We have an influx of people donating their blood, Your Majesty. Letting the Saints of other continents donate their blood as well was a good idea, but the amount of pills you need to make had increased by a lot."
"How many do I need to make?" Alex asked.
"8700 for this month," Linlin mentioned.
