With the players serving as a bunch of "mobile batteries," draining their sanity when the time came would be incredibly efficient.
After washing up, Chen Lun went downstairs for breakfast, then returned to his room.
He sat by the window and settled down to read.
He leafed through the four Mysterious Books one by one. Although his goal was to obtain the experience and points within them, their contents also interested him greatly.
Reading carefully yielded nothing tangible, but it could deepen his understanding of these four factions, and even the entire mystical realm.
As the saying went, a journey of a thousand miles began with small steps. Despite the knowledge he had accumulated in his previous life, Chen Lun still felt he understood only the tip of this world's iceberg.
The road ahead was still long.
Rustle, rustle...
In the quiet room, there was only the occasional sound of turning pages.
Before he knew it, noon had arrived.
Connie knocked on his door and told Chen Lun it was time for lunch.
Only then did Chen Lun close the books and put them away.
As they went downstairs together, Connie said that the brewing equipment had arrived and was temporarily sitting in the courtyard.
The news lifted Chen Lun's spirits.
"Mr. Jack, are you planning to brew alcohol?"
Connie asked curiously.
"Yes... don't you think brewing a bottle of fine liquor yourself for everyone to enjoy would be quite an accomplishment, Connie?"
Chen Lun answered with a light chuckle.
"Just like how Miss Froy enjoys cooking. Whenever she sees you smiling over a meal, she looks satisfied too."
Connie spoke softly.
Chen Lun paused briefly, then smiled.
As he and Connie descended the wooden stairs, he raised a hand and pointed below them.
"The villa also has a large