Emerald Scroll

Menilman Sumay said softly, "It's Master Mani's replica of the Emerald Scroll. The real Emerald Book is at the Court of Fate."

Charlotte was still deeply shaken.

Master Mani's Emerald Scroll had also been in university textbooks, hailed as the highest creation of human Alchemy.

He also noticed that Menilman's expression was very complex, containing hatred, pity, sadness, relief, and many other emotions that were unreadable and indescribable.

Charlotte tried his best to suppress the Bloody Glory that was boiling to its extreme within him. Under the influence of the Emerald Scroll, it was becoming increasingly uncontrollable. He asked curiously, "Can these memories still be viewed?" When he was in school, he had always been curious about this question, but there was no answer in the textbooks, and the professors wouldn't explain, only saying it was knowledge he shouldn't access.

Menilman said, "They will be crushed by the Emerald Scroll and converted into pure knowledge. The Emerald Scroll does not retain the ordinary memories it extracts."

Charlotte understood. Having memories extracted by the Emerald Scroll was no different from killing a person.

The process of erasing memories was uneventful. Zimmerman Axel Robin quickly became completely blank.

The thick, ancient phantom of the Emerald Scroll slowly disappeared, and the countless wisps of gray mist that drifted as if weightless vanished with it.

Menilman's Battle Qi radiance subsequently retracted, and the Bloody Glory within Charlotte also stopped boiling, retracting back into the Bloody Vortex at his brow.

The Emerald Scroll, this supreme treasure of Alchemy, had an incredibly strong influence on extraordinary power.

Charlotte didn't feel relaxed.

After a series of procedures, the Alchemists in black coats and hoods gave Zimmerman Axel Robin a completely new personality and a forged identity.

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

After the Alchemists finished their work, they presented a document. Menilman signed her name and handed it to Charlotte, saying, "According to Empire law, this document must be signed by two people."

Only then did Charlotte realize why Menilman had brought him here. He didn't dare to look closely at the contents of the document, just quickly scanned it and signed his name.

Menilman didn't linger any longer. She took Charlotte through that mysterious door and returned to Kilmainham Prison in the Marne District.

This short journey made Charlotte feel very oppressed.

Menilman gave him half a day off, and she also left work early.

Charlotte even hitched a ride on his direct superior's carriage and was only let off after entering the Val-d'Oise District.

He returned to the Alexander District, first terminated his rental contract with the Savings Society Apartment, paid a fee, and then hired a cargo carriage. He had the apartment's manservant move all his personal belongings onto the carriage and left the place where he had lived for a full two years, completely saying goodbye to the past of Charlot Mecklenburg.

Upon arriving at 58 Champs-Élysées Avenue, Charlotte discovered that his predecessor's personal belongings were quite numerous, a portion of which were books.

He put the miscellaneous items in the large study and moved the books to the small study, planning to store them separately.

The previous owner had moved out all the valuable items. There wasn't a single book in either study. Books in this world were very expensive. Only the bulky furniture remained.

The large study was sixty to seventy square meters, with bookshelves on all four walls, a very large conference table, and the matching chairs were also left behind.

The small study should really be called a lounge. It had a very old desk and matching chair, two sofas for receiving guests, and a recliner for napping. It was more suitable for daily rest. Only one half-wall had custom bookshelves, which were probably not originally intended for books but for some miscellaneous items. Now, only some empty boxes and some letters remained.

He didn't bother with the other luggage. He tidied up the small study a bit, cleared out the clutter, put the books he had moved into the small study's bookshelves, and also inserted the predecessor's diary into the bookshelf.

These "predecessor's" books would help him understand his new identity better. He planned to look through them when he had time. As for that diary, he always felt uneasy about it and hadn't dared to look at it again.

Since most of the original owner's clothes had been discarded, besides the books, there were only some daily necessities, such as tableware.

Charlotte had very few pieces of tableware, and they were made of tin, which was much cheaper.

After putting the tableware in the dining room, Charlotte felt hungry. There was no food at home. He had brought some ingredients, but he didn't want to cook himself, because...

The things made from those ingredients were very unappetizing.

Charlotte didn't want to waste the entire afternoon tidying up. He decided to go out to eat something. He left number 58, turned onto Champs-Élysées Avenue, and soon passed a bakery. He didn't think for too long, went in, and asked, "What kind of bread do you have today?"

Most bakeries in the Empire of Fars were independently run by a Mrs. So-and-so, with everything from baking to selling done by one person.

Therefore, the style of each bakery was different, and the taste of the bread sold varied greatly.

The female owner of this bakery was a young lady with red hair, about twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old, petite, and she smiled and replied, "Our croissants are well-known far and wide. Would you like some?"

Charlotte smiled and said, "Then I'll take twenty."

The red-haired female owner quickly and skillfully bagged twenty croissants for him.

Charlotte asked a few more questions and was pleasantly surprised to find that this store actually had Dongli Nation flower tea. This was much better than the Empire's black tea. He bought some as well before leaving the bakery.

Although Champs-Élysées Avenue was very prosperous and it was a good time for shopping, with people and carriages coming and going on the street, Charlotte still went straight back to number 58 and did not continue to wander.

Back home, he ate two croissants with plain water and put the rest in the side cabinet in the dining room, planning to use them as food for the next few days.

This ancient empire in a different time and space did not have refrigerators, so food could not be stored for long.

After hesitating for a moment, Charlotte decided to go down to the basement to take a look. He had already toured the three-story building, but hadn't been to the basement yet. While the sky was still bright, it was a good time to inspect it.

Charlotte lit a kerosene lamp. Architects in the Empire of Fars would never leave windows in the basement. This was an Empire characteristic. Even during the day, the basement was bound to be dark.

If it got dark, it would be less convenient.

The basement stairs were very long, with three turns. On the wall at each turn, there was a lampstand for placing a kerosene lamp. This meant that the basement's ceiling height might exceed five Pimi.

Charlotte had converted it. The Empire's Pimi was slightly longer than Earth's metric meter. One Pimi was about 1.15 meters. A basement with this ceiling height was considered quite spacious.