"Father, why did you call me here?"

Faced with Edward's doubts, the emperor simply put down his teacup and gestured for him to follow him.

Pull a book out of the bookshelf, twist the vase next to it, press down a stone brick, and finally stomp on the floor.

With a soft thud, a tunnel appeared before Edward.

"It is a tradition of our imperial family that every emperor must pass on our secrets to the next generation."

However, generally speaking, one must wait until the successor is around twenty years old and has achieved sufficient success in the field of alchemy…

At this point, he glanced back at Edward. Through Alice's feedback and that of the alchemy teachers he had arranged, he had come to understand the abilities his child possessed.

"Your talent, in my opinion, is nothing short of divine. You are now qualified to receive knowledge."

Edward was a true genius, according to Charlie Mars, who was still struggling with mathematics when he was nine years old.

The two people proceeded underground, the mechanism behind them closed, and some stones glittered on the walls on both sides.

Through the light, Edward also saw some wonderful patterns between the stone bricks.

"These patterns are..."

"They're all transmutation arrays, covering the tunnels and our destination. Their purpose is to prevent alchemists or anyone else from digging tunnels to get in here."

The light below was already visible when the emperor suddenly raised another question.

"Edward, although alchemy, magic, aura, or magical weapons are different kinds of knowledge."

But do you know why our countries all rely solely on their own technology, and why other paths are difficult to develop here?

"Due to the limitations of inheritance, there are also some highly confidential secrets."

Edward knew some information in this regard, such as the body-refining techniques for warriors. The Kingdom of Zell would provide warriors with body-refining methods of varying degrees of secrecy based on their different talents.

They also provide special medicine to assist them. It is said that there is a Nine Dragons Pulling the Coffin Medicine that contains the blood of dragon-like magical beasts, and one dose can replace several years of training for a normal person.

"In the Kingdom of Dylan, their sorcery bloodline, starting from the Bronze level, requires marriages to be between people of absolutely equal social standing."

The Silver Bloodline is held only by nobles in the capital. Every Silver Blood noble must be recorded from birth to death, and their body must be seen if they are dead, and their person must be seen if they are alive.

The golden bloodline exists within the royal family; marriage between members of the main family and branches with high-purity bloodlines ensures that the bloodline will not decline.

Other orcs and dwarves also possess similar so-called inherited technologies, ensuring their absolute advantage in the extraordinary paths they possess.

In this situation, other countries developing this technology can only be seen as a supplement to their core capabilities.

"Yes, that's right. And the threshold for us alchemists is one of knowledge reserves."

A systematic education requires more than a decade of study, and only a few royal colleges have access to teach the final introductory alchemy.

Even if they were the alchemists who kidnapped us, it wouldn't be a big problem. Just because those people have learned it doesn't mean they can teach others.

The alchemists they painstakingly trained completely failed to meet their expectations, so they might as well continue to delve deeper into their original profession.

Another aspect is the achievement of our ancestors' efforts, involving the field of life, a technology that truly surpasses human capabilities—the creation of life.

Upon reaching the end of the tunnel, Edward saw a massive testing ground.