By the time Chris came downstairs, Mulan had already left. Only Matt remained at the dining table, toying with two test tubes filled with crimson liquid.
"Did you drive him away?"
"If he wanted to stay, how could I possibly drive him away?"
Matt glanced at Chris. She had changed clothes, but fortunately, her new outfit was not too outrageous. Chris approached the dining area as well, looking curiously at the test tubes.
"What's that?"
"Nothing much. A little something I asked Mulan Jonester for, for alchemical research. Also, you can't become a professor at the Black Castle anymore."
Chris smiled.
"So you're going to become a professor at the Black Castle? I wasn't all that interested in teaching students anyway. Since you can go now, I should be able to visit whenever I like as a family member."
Matt no longer had the energy to comment. He wolfed down his breakfast in a few bites, then hurried to the makeshift laboratory in the basement, which was filled with bottles, jars, and all manner of equipment.
For a seasoned alchemist of extraordinary ability to care so much about it, Mulan Jonester's blood had to possess something very special.
Matt spent the entire day studying Mulan's blood without pause. He tried every conventional method of blood testing, but aside from its remarkable vitality, strong resistance, and outstanding cellular immune function, there seemed to be nothing special about it. Those characteristics were fairly normal among true supernatural beings.
By the end of the day, only a little over half a tube of blood remained. Matt slumped over a notebook covered in runic formulas, staring thoughtfully at the half-filled tube on the bench.
It showed no particular mutagenic properties, did not seem especially suitable for brewing potions, and was not particularly useful as