91: When will I ever finish learning all this knowledge from Chapter 91...?

"Lord Black Day, here is the latest list of materials:"

"Fire Lizard Spar, moon sleep flower, black skull powder, Kobold Lungs—"

"Please check and receive them."

Staff from the Logistics Department delivered the first batch of materials for the replication experiment.

After Ronan checked that everything was in order, he nodded to confirm receipt.

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These were just basic materials; more new materials would be added later.

The replication experiment was divided into several major stages, and the materials consumed in each stage would accumulate into the next.

In other words, the materials from the very beginning would still be used in the later stages.

Once he finished replicating these major stages, it would mean he had completely achieved his goal.

"Lord Black Day, I should be the one delivering the experimental materials to you from now on. If you have any needs, please feel free to instruct me."

The speaker claimed to be a team leader from the Logistics Department and looked somewhat familiar.

Ronan didn't recall seeing him in the Logistics Department, so he asked, "How should I address you?"

"You can just call me Daren, my Lord. Thanks to your care, my cousin Darsi was even promoted recently." The man smiled very happily.

"You're Darsi's cousin?" Ronan asked curiously, remembering that Darsi seemed to have been picked up by Higgs.

Daren said with a gratified look, "Yes, thanks to His Excellency Higgs, we were finally able to recognize each other one day."

So School of Life mages can even help people identify blood relations—

No wonder Ronan felt he looked familiar; it was because he looked very much like Darsi.

"Oh, right, Supervisor Liqi of our department asked me to ask you—"

Daren suddenly lowered his voice and said, "Do you usually need any medicine to... restore your masculine vigor?"

"He said your body is a bit weak and that it's best to have a child with Miss Arabella while you're still young."

"What do you mean, have a child?!"

"What do you mean, weak body?!"

Ronan and Arabella stood up at the same time and shouted in unison.

Immediately after, the two glanced at each other and said in unison again, "What kind of focus is that?"

"What kind of focus is that?"

As expected, after living together for a long time, people tend to assimilate with one another.

Daren nodded repeatedly, deeply agreeing.

After Daren left with a knowing grin, Arabella said with a blush, "I've been staying here with you all this time; am I causing you trouble?"

"If you, a girl, aren't afraid, what do I have to fear?" Ronan countered. "Besides, my place is much safer than your residence next to the Secretariat."

"Oh, oh—" Arabella nodded in agreement.

That said, if she really stopped coming, wouldn't rumors of their 'divorce' start spreading through the Academy the next day—

Being in the Secretariat, Arabella was naturally aware of the rumors within the Academy.

Sometimes she even deliberately played along with the rumors, acting accordingly, such as letting people indirectly know she had spent the night at Room 761.

This was to maintain Ronan's persona as the Chairman's "future son-in-law" and protect him from unnecessary troubles.

Of course, Arabella had her own little motives as well.

Now that the title of "son-in-law" was out there, no more tactless women should appear by his side—

Arabella was actually already living in Room 761; basically all of her things had been moved over.

Many times in the dead of night, she would lie in bed, watching the figure still researching magic, and her heart couldn't help but fill with many expectations.

When will he ever finish learning all this knowledge—

I really hope this knowledge can never be finished!

Ronan sighed inwardly, praising the books sent by the Chairman repeatedly, very satisfied.

This not only helped him catch up on a large amount of School of Life and Necromancy Magic knowledge, but the book of magical knowledge also recorded and generated two new spells.

"Life Conversion" and "Flesh Stitching."

"Life Conversion" belongs to School of Life magic, and its effect is to convert Spiritual Power and life energy into each other.

The process of converting Spiritual Power into life energy is somewhat similar to a Healing Spell, though the conversion ratio is a bit lower.

But converting life energy into Spiritual Power is rare.

Strictly speaking, you could even eat until you're very fat and then convert the excess fat into Spiritual Power.

It could be called an otherworldly weight-loss secret technique.

Meanwhile, "Flesh Stitching" belongs to Necromancy Magic, specifically categorized under the flesh branch.

Ronan found no records explaining why Necromancy Magic was divided into different branches.

Before this, he had only heard of the flesh branch and the Necromancy Branch.

But now, from this knowledge of Necromancy Magic, he saw another branch he hadn't seen before: the Bone Branch.

The profession of the flesh branch is the Flesh Warlock, and the profession of the Necromancy Branch is the Necromancer.

And the profession of the Bone Branch is the Bone Fiend.

The relevant books didn't provide an in-depth introduction; Ronan only knew the most basic information.

Bone Fiends have absolute dominance over the bones of the deceased; through bone magic, they can even summon an army of skeletons.

Looking at this description, he instinctively wanted to ask: if Bone Fiends can summon a skeleton army, what do Necromancers summon? A legion of the dead?

Unfortunately, the relevant information was extremely limited, and it was difficult for Ronan to see the whole picture.

Time passed like water, fleeting in an instant.

Another month went by.

Ronan had already mastered all the relevant knowledge sent by the Chairman.

The replication experiment was also basically down to its final stage.

However, on this day, the person delivering the materials wasn't Daren, but another face familiar to Ronan.

Logistics Department Supervisor Liqi.

As soon as he entered, he set down the materials and sized Ronan up, "I see your body is indeed a bit weak, but it's still within normal limits—"

"You've been living together for so long; why is there no news of Arabella being pregnant at all?"

Luckily, Ronan wasn't drinking water in front of him, or he would have sprayed it all over his face.

"It's not what you think," he explained.

It was only because Arabella had mentioned that these veteran supervisors had watched her grow up and took good care of her that Ronan bothered to explain.

Had it been anyone else, he might have started talking nonsense.

Rich had a suspicious look on his face, took a step back, and sized him up again.

He clearly didn't understand what Ronan meant by that and asked, "Then what is it like?"

Ronan hesitated over whether to reveal part of the truth to this Logistics Department supervisor, but after some thought, he chose another way.

"This matter is hard to explain clearly. I'll explain it to you in detail in some time."

He chose the stalling tactic.

"What's there to say? Aside from not holding a wedding, what haven't you two done?"

At this point, Rich asked again, "When do you plan to hold the wedding?"

I really haven't done anything—

Ronan thought to himself.

Honestly, sometimes his heart would race when he saw Arabella, especially after living together for so long; her resentful look in bed was indeed very lethal to him.

However, Ronan maintained restraint from beginning to end.

He was currently using someone else's identity and was still in the undercover stage; one could say that except for the code name Black Day, everything else was fake.

He didn't want to start a relationship with a girl based on deception.

"We'll see later—I'm busy with the tasks the Chairman assigned me right now," Ronan said dismissively.

To his surprise, Rich gave him an inscrutable look. "You just do whatever someone tells you to do?"

"Like this, you'll probably be helping someone count the money after they've sold you. How can anyone feel at ease with Arabella following you?"

Ronan curled his lip and thought privately, Supervisor Liqi, if the Chairman heard those words, you could kiss that Director position goodbye—

"What, am I wrong? Let me tell you—" Supervisor Liqi began another round of nagging.

Ronan could see that Supervisor Liqi truly treated him like a junior of his own family.

Having watched Arabella grow up, he, like the Chairman, had long since regarded her as his own daughter.

"I understand, Supervisor Liqi."

Ronan nodded repeatedly, finally seeing Supervisor Liqi off.

He began to prepare for the final stage of the replication experiment.

As long as this stage succeeded, it would be equivalent to the entire experimental replication being successful.

With his current knowledge base, he was already equipped to participate in the Chairman's flesh modification.

Having prepared everything, Ronan began sorting the materials.

The specific content of the final stage was to maintain the vitality of ownerless flesh.

Simply put, it was to ensure that a piece of detached flesh survived for as long as possible.

Each stage would use various methods to pursue this goal.

In the previous six stages, the detached flesh had survived until now through various methods.

Now it was time for the seventh stage, and the method used was to concoct a special potion.

Once this special potion was concocted and the detached flesh's survival time was maintained as long as possible, the work would be completely finished.

Ronan was full of confidence and felt certain about concocting the special potion.

He had already rehearsed it countless times in his mind; he could precisely control every material and every gram of the proportions.

"black skull powder, Ogre Heart, moon soul flower—"

Ronan was processing the materials one by one when he suddenly froze.

At the same time.

A dim and blurry image suddenly appeared in his mind.

In the image, the door to the Chairman's office was kicked open from the outside.

Immediately after, the image shook, and the perspective fell to the ground.

This was because the door had shattered, causing the Soul Seed attached to the inner door frame to fall off and actively transmit the image back.

As the Soul Seed fell to the ground, the perspective tilted.

It was then that Ronan saw a familiar figure: Logistics Department Supervisor Liqi.

He had broken into the Chairman's office and was frantically searching for something.

Ronan like he had thought of something, immediately pulled his attention back to the present.

He had a hypothesis in his mind that needed verification.

He placed the petri dish for the potion he was concocting on the ground and ran to the furthest corner.

Then, controlling the Mage Hand, he added the materials into the potion.

The next second.

The potion petri dish instantly exploded, generating a dense cloud of black mist.

This cloud of black mist enveloped an area of about one meter around the petri dish, lingering for a long time.

If Ronan had operated normally, he would have been directly enveloped in the black mist.

He immediately opened the window and cast Wind Creation Spell to draw the air current, carefully venting the entire cloud of black mist outside.

When he looked back, the floor that had been covered by the black mist had already been corroded into a large pit.

Such powerful corrosive ability!

He estimated that if he were enveloped in the black mist for three seconds, even his skeleton might have almost nothing left.

As expected, there was something wrong with the materials delivered by Logistics Department Supervisor Liqi!

His suspicion was verified.

But in the depths of Ronan's heart, an unspeakable sense of unease quietly surfaced.

It's already this late; why hasn't Arabella come back yet—