Peering In

Compared with the cluttered archive,

the laboratory, where no battle had taken place, was remarkably tidy.

Qin Ran's gaze swept over the sorted experimental vessels. Beneath some of them, he even spotted old heating tools resembling alcohol lamps.

But their flames had long since gone out.

Qin Ran froze at the sight. Then a bad feeling welled up inside him.

He immediately searched for the "supplementary potion" mentioned in the diary.

At last, a crystal flask caught his eye.

A trace of black residue remained inside it, but from the marks on the glass, Qin Ran judged that its contents had boiled dry.

"So they both died, and a potion that should have been easy to make was doomed to fail?"

Qin Ran sighed.

The bride had written in her diary while brewing the potion.

Either she had been so excited that she needed an outlet, or the potion had been simple enough to make without anyone watching over it.

But the baron's bride probably had not expected to be murdered by her own child.

Qin Ran picked up the flask and examined the black residue with a frown.

The diary mentioned a supplementary potion but never said what kind it was. He hoped to identify its ingredients from the residue.

Clearly, though, basic Potion-making was nowhere near enough.

After a long, fruitless examination, Qin Ran sighed again.

"Bloodline?"

He murmured the word, his eyes full of regret.

Even now, he could not be sure how powerful a Bloodline would make him. But the strength of the baron who might have been a Half-Dead Man remained vivid in his memory.

And the baron had not even been at full strength!

A glimpse was enough to suggest the whole.

Using that baron as a measure,

Qin Ran was certain a Bloodline