After hearing Lucas's words, Rihanna suggested, "Boss, why don't we try something stronger?"
"All right. Go catch a seventh-rank and an eighth-rank rodent magical beast."
With that, Rihanna darted out, returning shortly with the rats Lucas had requested. Lucas tried again, but still shook his head afterward. Both experiments had undoubtedly failed!
It seemed that his comprehension of the death edict was only at the Lowgod level, and his control over it was still too crude for now. It was like carving on grains of rice: an expert could carve so many words on a grain that you needed a magnifying glass to read them. As he was now, Lucas could only draw a single stroke on one, while ordinary people could do no more than cut a grain into two or three pieces.
For now, though, it seemed this could only improve as his comprehension of the death edict deepened.
Lucas sighed and did not ask Rihanna to fetch any more rodent magical beasts for his experiments. Hearing her boss sigh, Little Kitty Rihanna asked, "Boss, why are you sighing? We can just find a few more rats and try again!"
Lucas shook his head and explained to Rihanna, "At this point, experiments alone won't do. This sort of thing requires a deeper comprehension of the death edict."
So Lucas stopped his experiments and went outside.
That day, Lucas brought a lounge chair outside the house and sat in the sun, enjoying a sense of ease he had not felt in a long time. He summoned his son Clinton through soul transmission.
"Father, you wanted to see me?"
Lucas gave a relaxed hum, then said, "I have some free time these days. Go back to the imperial capital and choose three or four descendants of your third uncle to