Fang Senyan reluctantly withdrew his hand from the Elven maiden's skin. Although he had already caressed her exquisite, petite form for a long time and ridden her fiercely for quite a while, he was still quite enamored with that smooth, clean, satin-like sensation.

Because her skin felt incredibly comfortable to the touch, and kissing her was equally exhilarating, while her aggrieved moans and indescribable shrieks seemed to still echo in the center of the cave.

Mist Song had already drifted into a deep slumber, resembling a pitiful fawn collapsed upon the fallen leaves. Perhaps the preceding exertions had left her utterly drained. Her two long, slender, snow-white legs were pressed tightly together, her silver hair pillowed beneath her left hand, and her firm yet modest breasts bore numerous red marks and bruises, lending her an even more delectable air of virginal youth.

Perhaps from bearing too much, two undried tear tracks remained on her face, yet her expression held a subtle, shy happiness. She showed no reaction to Fang Senyan’s fondling, and the rose-like fragrance of desire in the air began to dissipate, replaced once more by a fresh scent reminiscent of mint and pine needles.

Fang Senyan leaned down, pressed a gentle kiss to her cheek, and then sat upright. The task ahead of him was likely to be a massive time sink, so he needed to start as soon as possible. Thus, he tossed a few pieces of pine wood onto the fire, causing the flames to roar back to life.

Fang Senyan carefully positioned his body to shield the flickering firelight from the Elven girl's eyes, ensuring it wouldn't disturb her slumber. Then, he retrieved the few pieces of parchment snatched from the magic tower at his waist and began to examine them closely.

After observing for a moment, Fang Senyan put his plan into action. He first selected a charcoal stick from the embers, crushed it, wrapped it in silk, and gently smashed it with a nearby stone, grinding it into a fine carbon powder.

Next, Fang Senyan took the topmost blank sheet of parchment and evenly dusted the charcoal powder across its surface. He then took another charcoal stick and gently smeared it over the paper, and quickly…

…, clear handwriting emerged on the previously blank parchment!

It turned out that writing at this time still relied on a dip pen—the so-called quill. Although its name implied a goose feather, crow feathers were actually best suited for quills. Nevertheless, the overly hard nib meant that the initial stroke was always heavier, easily leaving an impression on the parchment beneath. While this mark was absolutely invisible on the surface, anyone with sensitively feeling fingertips would certainly detect a subtle unevenness. (I tested this on parchment; history buffs, please refrain from commenting. Understand that just because it’s called parchment doesn't mean it’s made of actual sheepskin, just as watermelons aren't exclusively found in the West, and 'Husband and Wife Lung Slices' is actually a cold dish of mixed cow head skin…)

Since Fang Senyan had only read Saruman’s scattered notes on formulation, he had already reinforced his own skill in this area… Those notes were scribbled casually on a wiping cloth. Therefore, reading the residual writing on this parchment should also yield significant gains.

However, inside Saruman’s wizard tower at the time, it was difficult to find the corresponding carbon powder, and there was also that infernal ‘reading state.’ Fang Senyan had spent nearly ten minutes just deciphering the casual scrawls on the rag. So, even if he had found a way to reveal the writing underneath the parchment, he certainly wouldn't have been able to sustain it until the reading state ended. Therefore, the safest method was to escape to a secure location and study it leisurely.

This was precisely why Fang Senyan had abandoned his original decision to plunder the wizard tower and fled in haste!

As the charcoal stick carefully traced across the surface, Saruman’s flowing lines of Common Tongue reappeared before Fang Senyan. It is said that a person’s character can be perfectly reflected in their handwriting and script style. Saruman’s script was indeed so: every letter was written meticulously, steady and clear, yet the occasional trailing flourish suggested ambition and sharp edges breaking through!

“…………”“The purification of potion formulation is a process that seems complex but is actually simple. In last month’s experiment, I achieved this easily using a crucible and test tubes combined with a temperature of [CENSORED], resulting in a significant increase in the strength of an Uruk-hai…………” “One must consider the weather; yes, the weather. Not every corner of this continent is as cool as the Misty Mountains. Didn’t Gandalf visit last time because of the plague caused by the high temperatures in Bree-land? Dreadful, my potions seem to degrade very quickly in high heat.”

“Aha, it must be the pipe-weed seeds I added that took effect; I am certain! This vial of Dragon Potion formulation remains stable for two hours at a high temperature of 50 degrees.” “The experiment seems to have hit a dead end… Perhaps the path I initially chose was wrong?”

“Yes, exactly. The truth must be this: the mountain wine from the Shire is the catalyst I was searching for. The experiment is complete; even under that damned high temperature, my potion remains stable for two months. This far exceeds my initial expectations.”

“Since this stage of potion formulation experimentation has concluded, I must continue my work on improving the strength of the Uruk-hai. Hachimga, why is your gene so miraculous? When will I finally be able to place your slices under the microscope?”

The inscriptions on the parchment ended here. Evidently, Fang Senyan was once again forced into the ‘reading state.’ This time, he sat by the fire for nearly half an hour, failing to decipher the text seven or eight times before the Nightmare Imprint’s delightfully melodious voice finally chimed in: “Contractor 1018 has successfully deciphered Saruman’s experimental log.”

“Contractor 1018 has gained new insights.”

“Your sixth-tier ability: Uruk-hai Gene Fluid Formulation (Incomplete) has received the following enhancements (Passive).”

“All formulation-related abilities in your second talent tree have been boosted.”

“Uruk-hai Gene Fluid (Bear) upgraded to LV3, Uruk-hai Gene Fluid (Fox) upgraded to LV3, Uruk-hai Gene Fluid (Eagle) upgraded to LV3.”

“Attribute increase after consuming related potions increased to [CENSORED]. The shelf life of formulation potions has been extended to two weeks.”

“Based on your Spirit and Intelligence, you can no longer gain further insights.”

Fang Senyan shrugged. Although barging into Saruman’s laboratory seemed like a considerably risky venture, the benefits reaped now appeared quite substantial, exceeding his expectations.

Firstly, the thrown Curse Potion now resulted in an area-of-effect stun, which, although lasting only one second, was followed by a decent 20% slow effect from the poison cloud. Throwing the Beneficial Potion now granted an additional acceleration buff.

Secondly, the enhancement effect after drinking a potion increased from +3 to +4. This meant one of his mixed potions could now grant a total of 8 attribute points. Although he couldn't yet create potions to increase stamina, such potent auxiliary enhancement effects were at least comparable to a piece of Black equipment! With this skill alone, Fang Senyan could hold a pivotal position in most teams!

“YES!” Fang Senyan clenched his fist tightly, exhilarated. Recalling the rewards for perfectly completing the guild establishment mission this time, his heart couldn't help but surge with excitement.

At this moment, perhaps due to his slightly large movement, the Mist Song maiden stirred her soft body slightly and looked toward Fang Senyan. Watery light shimmered in her clear eyes. She leaned her head against Fang Senyan’s shoulder, and after a long moment, murmured softly, “Are you going back to your homeland?”

Fang Senyan was grappling with that very question when he heard the Elven maiden speak with deep sorrow, “I am truly sorry that I cannot leave with you…”

At this point, the Elven maiden choked up: “As a member of the Galadhrim, I have an undeniable responsibility to Rivendell. My kin are about to face immense hardship, and I cannot abandon them. Furthermore, my own power, due to absorbing the Hachimga’s egg, has increased too rapidly and is now in a very precarious state. If I do not return to Rivendell to receive the guidance of Mr. Glorfindel, I might soon fade away. Additionally, the advancement of my Elven magic requires the power of Lord Vilya…”

Fang Senyan’s eyes flashed at this, and he couldn't help but ask curiously, “Lord Vilya… are you referring to that ring?”

Mist Song looked at Fang Senyan in surprise: “How do you know that Lord Vilya is a ring?”

Fang Senyan thought to himself that it would be strange if he didn't even know about the Three Elven Rings, which could contend with the One Ring. If he could obtain one, it would likely be at least Gold-tier plot equipment, possibly even a divine artifact.

It was known that all Three Elven Rings carried large-scale wards that protected the Elves within the cities from the corruption of the One Ring.

Among them, VILYA, also known as the Ring of Air (RINGOLAIN), was set with a sapphire, possessing the powers of healing, protection, and control over all elemental forces (in the movie, it summoned a torrent to sweep away the Ringwraiths). It was estimated that the Elven maiden intended to use its elemental power to cultivate and advance.

One of the other rings, NENYA, also known as the Ring of Water (RINGOLWATEN), was set with a diamond, rumored to possess the power of highly destructive concentrated sunlight and the healing moonlight, as well as slowing the passage of time. The Ring of Fire, NARYA, rested on Gandalf’s finger, its mysterious power granting extremely potent resistance. Without it, Gandalf would have been crushed by Mr. Balrog in the Mines of Moria long ago, rather than orchestrating a major comeback.