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After studying the books Professor Eli had given him for a while in the London Library, Li En decided to give up after starting with the basics.

Holding a thick stack of books, Li En bid farewell to Munro. He had originally intended to take a short walk along the Thames, but just getting close to it made him feel physically disgusted.

At that time, the Thames River was so polluted that it would not be an exaggeration to call it a giant sewer.

Clumps of unidentified flocculent matter floated on the surface of the river, making one wonder what they were. Fortunately, it was not summer, otherwise the heat wave, along with the smell of feces, mud, and rotting organic matter, would have made it seem like a biological weapon.

Coupled with the lung-scorching smog over London, this place is simply hell.

Giving up on the idea of ​​taking a walk, Li En went straight home.

As soon as he got home, he handed his coat to Lena. Lee Eun's nostrils twitched as he noticed a change in the smell of the air in the house.

"Did you change the fragrance?" Li En asked curiously. "The house smells different today."

Lena nodded slightly. "Yes, the shop that we usually buy fragrances from has closed down. Apparently, it's because of the London serial killer, so we had to find another shop to buy from."

"That's a real shame. I quite like the scents from Atkinson's fragrances," Li En replied, but his brows furrowed.

Has the influence of the London serial killer spread to this extent?

Even a fragrance specialty store was scared into closing down?

Just as Li En was about to enter the reception room, he suddenly heard a series of extremely angry roars coming from inside.

"Damn it! Damn it! Damn it! Damn it!"

After cursing several times, Li En's father threw the letter in his hand to the ground and even stomped on it several times with his Oxford shoes.

"These parasites of high society! They should be thrown into the House of Commons zoo to chat with those mental patients about their illnesses!"

Looking at his agitated father, and then at Zoe sitting barefoot on a tiger-skin rug on a single sofa, Li En asked, "What happened?"

The fireplace glowed Zoe, her gaze fixed on the words in the book, too lazy to even lift her head.

"My father wanted to attend a famous salon. He asked many people for help, used many connections, and spent a lot of money, but he was rejected in the end."

Zoe casually pointed to the letter ravaged by her father's Oxford shoes, "That's the letter of rejection."

A famous salon?

It can't be that much of a coincidence.

Li En squinted and asked, "Is it called Money Cat?"

"How did you know?" Zoe asked, somewhat surprised. "Have you already come into contact with these things?"

Shaking his head, Li En didn't answer Zoe's question. "Wasn't it said that nobles could enter this salon? Why was Father refused entry?"

"Because the salon's hostess thinks I'm not qualified!" The father, overhearing Li En and Zoe's whispers, angrily replied, "A title alone isn't enough; you also need connections, wealth, and power to match it. Damn idiot!"

If that's the case, then it's not surprising.

The Li family had long since fallen on hard times, possessing only a title but having virtually no real power.

"I didn't do all this just to be looked down upon," the father gritted his teeth, each syllable seeming to be squeezed out from between his teeth, "Damn it... damn it... damn it..."

Muttering something to himself, the father went upstairs, and it's unclear what he was doing there.

Li En's gaze remained fixed on her father.

His "Born Investigator" label has been upgraded to Lv3, greatly enhancing his ability to perceive spiritual and anomalous entities.

Ruby's name was initially shrouded in fog and could not be seen with the naked eye, but it became visible after Lee En's label was upgraded.

The fact that the labels were obscured by the gray fog was clearly because Li En's inspiration was not high enough.

The same label was attached to Lee Eun's father.

After the promotion, Li En once again turned his attention to his father.

This time, of the three lines of labels surrounded by gray fog, one finally revealed the corresponding content.

Name: Ronan Wales

Although only the name column emerged from the gray fog and was of little use, it was still a good omen.

This means that the direction of enhancing inspiration is correct. As long as he continues to acquire labels that can enhance inspiration, he can replicate more labels.

Having confirmed his guess, Li En felt much more relaxed and stretched.

"Lee En," Zoe, sitting on the armchair, suddenly spoke, "come home earlier these days, understand?"

"Is it because of the London serial killer?"

Zoe parted her teeth slightly and bit the tip of her thumb. "That's part of the reason, but I have a vague feeling of unease. Anyway, just listen to me."

Li En responded and was about to turn around and sit down on the sofa next to her.

At that moment, he suddenly noticed that three very blurry lines of characters were appearing above Zoe's head.

It's very similar to the label characters that Lee En copied before, but it's not yet fully formed.

It's like a label that's being conceived but hasn't yet fully grown.

Is this how labels are created?

Li En's eyes flickered slightly.

interesting.

……

By the next morning, the label on Zoe's head still hadn't taken shape.

Li En felt that he was just one step away from success, but he didn't know how to take that final step.

However, this matter was not a high priority, and after having breakfast, Li En went out.

Although there aren't many classes on Saturdays, we still have to attend services as usual; the University of Michigan takes rules quite seriously.

In British gentlemanly etiquette, nothing can be accomplished without rules.

Pedestrians came and went on the street, but Li En barely saw any signs. Even if he did see them, they would quickly disappear from his sight amidst the crowded streets of London.

"Sir, please have mercy."

A thinly dressed, short boy walked toward Li En, wearing ill-fitting boots, his face covered in black coal dust, and waving a casual hat made of old felt that he had picked up from somewhere.

"The mine owner fired me, and I haven't eaten in ages..."

Looking at the little boy whose face was covered in coal dust, Li En could tell that he was severely malnourished.

The situation for child laborers in London was extremely difficult; they worked the same hours as adults but received very low wages.

Child laborers like them have nowhere to appeal and can only silently endure this exploitation.

Li En shook his head helplessly and put 1 shilling into the little boy's hat.

Upon seeing the shiny coin inside the hat, the little boy bowed deeply to Li En, tears streaming down his face. "Thank you, generous sir, God bless you!"

Li En didn't say anything and was just about to turn around and leave when she suddenly noticed that lines of clearly visible characters suddenly appeared above the little boy's head.

Name: Jeremy Knight

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