Emerald Scroll

Menilman Sumay said in a low voice, "It's an imitation Emerald Scroll made by Master Mani. The real Emerald Book is in the Court of Fate."

Charlotte was still deeply shaken.

Master Mani's Emerald Scroll had also appeared in university textbooks and was hailed as humanity's greatest alchemical creation.

He also noticed that Menilman's expression was extremely complicated, filled with hatred, regret, sorrow, relief, and many other emotions that could neither be understood nor described.

Charlotte did his best to suppress the Bloody Glory boiling within him to its limit. Under the Emerald Scroll's influence, it was becoming increasingly uncontrollable. He asked curiously, "Can these memories still be read?" He had always wondered about this question while at school, but the textbooks had no answer, and the professors refused to explain, saying only that it was knowledge he should not come into contact with.

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

Charlotte understood. Having one's memories extracted by the Emerald Scroll was no different from being killed.

The process of erasing memories was utterly uneventful. Zimmerman Axel Robin soon became as dull as a wooden chicken.

The heavy, ancient phantom of the Emerald Scroll slowly vanished, and the countless wisps of weightless gray mist drifting through the air disappeared with it.

The radiance of fighting aura around Menilman immediately receded, while the Bloody Glory within Charlotte stopped boiling and withdrew into the Bloody Vortex between his brows.

The Emerald Scroll, the supreme secret treasure of alchemy, exerted far too powerful an influence on Supernatural Power.

Charlotte did not feel at ease.

After a series of operations, the alchemists in black coats and hoods gave Zimmerman Axel Robin an entirely new personality and a forged identity.

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

Once the alchemists had finished, they presented a document. Menilman signed it, handed it to Charlotte, and said, "Under imperial law, this document requires two signatures."

Only then did Charlotte understand why Menilman had brought him here. He did not dare examine the document's contents closely, merely glanced over it in haste before signing his name.

Menilman did not linger any longer. He took Charlotte through that mysterious door and returned to Kilmainham Prison in the Marne District.

That brief journey left Charlotte feeling deeply oppressed.

Menilman gave him half a day off and left work early herself.

Charlotte even hitched a ride in his direct superior's carriage, only being let off after they entered the Val-d'Oise District.

He returned to the Alexander District, first terminating the lease for the Savings Society Apartment and paying a fee. Then he hired a freight carriage and had the apartment's manservant load all his personal belongings onto it. He left the place where he had lived for two full years, bidding a complete farewell to Charlotte Mecklen's past.

Only after arriving at Champs-Élysées Avenue Number 58 did Charlotte realize that his predecessor had owned quite a few personal belongings, including a portion of books.

He placed the miscellaneous items in the large study and moved all the books into the smaller study, intending to keep them separately.

The previous owner had taken away all the valuable objects. There was not a single book in either study. Books in this world were expensive, and only the crude, bulky furniture had been left behind.

The larger study was sixty or seventy square meters, with bookshelves lining all four walls. It contained an enormous conference table, and the matching chairs had also been left behind.

The smaller study should have been called a sitting room instead. It had an ancient desk and matching chair, two sofas for receiving guests, and a reclining chair for resting. It was better suited for everyday relaxation. Only one and a half walls had custom bookshelves, which had probably not originally been intended for books but for odds and ends. Now, only some empty boxes and things like letters remained.

He ignored the rest of the luggage, tidied up the smaller study a little, cleared away the clutter, and placed the books he had brought on its shelves. He also slipped his predecessor's diary onto the shelf.

These books from his "predecessor" would help him better understand his new identity, and he intended to read through them when he had time. As for that diary, he had always felt something was wrong about it and had not dared open it again.

Because most of the original owner's clothes had been thrown away, aside from the books, there were only some daily necessities, such as tableware.

Charlotte had very little tableware, and it was made of tin, making it much cheaper.

After putting the tableware in the dining room, Charlotte felt hungry. There was no food in the house. He had brought some ingredients with him, but he did not want to cook for himself, because...

The things made from those ingredients tasted terrible.

Charlotte did not want to waste the entire afternoon unpacking. He decided to go out for something to eat. Leaving Number 58, he turned onto Champs-Élysées Avenue and soon passed a bakery. Without considering it for long, he went in and asked, "What bread do you have today?"

Most bakeries in the Empire of Fars were independently run by some madam, with everything from baking the bread to selling it handled by one person.

Thus, every bakery had its own style, and their breads varied greatly in flavor.

The bakery's owner was a young red-haired woman of about twenty-seven or twenty-eight. Petite in stature, she answered with a smile, "Our croissants are famous far and wide. Would you like some?"

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

The red-haired shopkeeper swiftly wrapped up twenty croissants for him.

Charlotte asked a few more questions and was delighted to discover that the shop actually sold flower tea from the Dongli Nation. It tasted far better than the Empire's black tea, so he bought some before leaving the bakery.

Although Champs-Élysées Avenue was very prosperous, and it was a good time for strolling around, with people and carriages constantly passing through the streets, Charlotte returned directly to Number 58 rather than continuing to wander.

Once home, he ate two croissants with water, then placed the rest in the dining room sideboard, intending to use them as food for the next few days.

This ancient empire in another time and space had no such thing as a refrigerator, so food could not be kept for very long.

After hesitating briefly, Charlotte decided to take a look at the basement. He had already explored the three-story house, but had not yet visited the basement. Since the weather was still bright, it was the perfect time to make an inspection.

Charlotte lit an oil lamp. Architects in the Empire of Fars would never leave windows in a basement; that was an imperial custom. Even during the day, basements were inevitably dim.

Once night fell, it would be inconvenient.

The basement staircase was very long, with three turns in total. At each turn, a lamp stand had been built into the wall for an oil lamp, which meant the basement's ceiling height might exceed five Pimi.

Charlotte had converted the measurement before. The Empire's Pimi was slightly longer than Earth's meter, with one Pimi roughly equivalent to 1.15 meters. A basement with such a ceiling height was already quite spacious.