The next morning, sunlight streamed through the study windows of the Lord's Manor, casting a patchwork of colors across the floor.
Veylin was in an excellent mood.
The Cooperative Guild was now a heart constantly pumping fresh blood into Newborn Town. Its rules transformed the endless influx of people into a driving force for building the territory.
Although handling these matters consumed much of his time, and he loathed such tedious chores from the bottom of his heart, Veylin understood that a sound system was essential if the territory was to develop rapidly without his intervention.
Now that the foundation was laid, he could finally devote his energy to something more important-advancing to a level-two Alchemist.
Veylin left the Lord's Manor and headed straight for the Origin Society's Research Institute inside Nameless Mountain.
It was almost laughable.
He was already a level-one Alchemist, yet his understanding of this world's supernatural system remained fragmented.
That was not his fault.
This world's restrictions on knowledge far exceeded anything he had imagined.
Until you stepped through that door, everything was off-limits. Bloodline was the only admission ticket.
To prevent their core legacies from leaking out, families poured their resources only into promising prospects worth investing in.
As for the "bloodless," being allowed to manage a family's peripheral businesses without being stripped of their surname was already an act of mercy.
Inside the laboratory, Valerius wore a pair of thick crystal spectacles as he intently watched a row of test tubes bubbling in various colors.
"Master."
Veylin's voice made the old Alchemist's shoulders jerk.
He carefully set down the dropper in his hand and removed his spectacles.
"Oh, Veylin, have you brought another problem for this old head of mine to solve?"
"A problem concerning myself."
Veylin approached the laboratory bench, his gaze sweeping