I Am Unstoppable

Mabel said, “The novels are unrealistic, but the alchemy of Divine Realm is based on science. That is the significant difference between the two.”

“How is it based on science?” queried Jonathan.

“Alchemy is strenuous work. There are not many real alchemists in the world, thus the pills are rare. A good elixir pill requires many herbs, but the herbs contain different poisons and may reject one another. An excellent alchemist can extract the essence from the herbs and refine them as an elixir pill. Do you ever wonder why they are pills?”

Jonathan was lost. “What do you mean?”

“I mean, why is the essence being refined as a round pill rather than other shapes?” asked Mabel.

Realization struck Jonathan. He felt curious and repeated, “Yeah! Why are the pills round?”

Mabel explained to him, “The final process of refining the pill requires the alchemist to seal all the essence of the herbs in a circular shape. You won't smell an elixir pill because the essence is locked inside.”

Just then, Jonathan instantly recalled the Supreme Nascent Pill that he ate. He remembered the pill was odorless before swallowing it, and he could not help wondering what the grade of the pill he consumed was. “Could it be a Spirit Pill, a Precious Pill, or an Immortal Pill?” Jonathan pondered.

As he recalled that, Jonathan told Mabel about the incident in Crimson Onyx Town and the Supreme Nascent Pill that he took then. “What grade do you think Supreme Nascent Pill is?” asked Jonathan.

After giving it some thought, Mabel replied, “According to your story, it is possible for it to be a Precious Pill. You were seriously injured at that time and needed nutrition to recover. Otherwise, you can't endure all the essence of the pill under normal conditions.”

Jonathan nodded in response. “That's right, but is it true that a Precious Pill can make a person immune to poisons?”

“A Spirit Pill can bring back the dead and prolong one's life. Hence, a Precious Pill that would make you immune to all poisons is not a surprise at all,” commented Mabel.

Jonathan understood her words and surmised, “I can now understand why kings in ancient times were so interested in obtaining the pills. They were seeking to prolong their life through consuming the pills. However, most of the alchemists were liars and gave fake pills. Even if a true alchemist provided the pills, those people would not be able to endure the full effect of the pills as their bodies would be too weak to absorb the huge amount of nutrition, resulting in an early death instead.”

“That's correct,” responded Mabel.

They started to enjoy their food after finishing the discussion.

It was snowing outside as the callous winter stifled the world with its icy breath, yet Jonathan and Mabel felt cozy as they snacked on spicy escargots while taking sips of cold beer in between.

Jonathan could not help feeling uneasy about joining Divine Realm. He asked, “Are there any restrictions for external disciples when I become one?”

Mabel clarified, “Normally, there are no restrictions. However, they are strict in dividing the ranks. The lower ones have to be respectful when they meet the upper ranks. The highest ranking external disciple like Edward would not hesitate to end your life if you dare disrespect him.”

Hearing that, Jonathan felt anxious and questioned, “What if Edward causes me trouble?”

“You should avoid a conflict with him as your cultivation is lower than his. After you're promoted to Silver, he cannot do as he wishes anymore,” suggested Mabel.

“Silver?” Jonathan was confused.

“The external disciples are categorized into three ranks, namely Bronze, Silver, and Gold. Edward is a Gold disciple while you'll be a Bronze disciple upon joining the organization,” said Mabel.

“What? They have a ranking system for that?” Jonathan exclaimed in shock.

Mabel continued, “It's a title to differentiate the disciples. You don't have to ask me because someone will explain the details to you after you've joined Divine Realm.”

“Wait, what about Jeremy? He-”

Before he could finish his sentence, Mabel interrupted him with a wave of her hand. “He's a Silver and doesn't have the exception to murder people. Don't worry about him,” reassured Mabel.

Jonathan felt relieved after hearing that.

As if he thought of something, Jonathan said, “By the way, I've noticed something strange.”

Mabel glanced at Jonathan before asking, “What is it?”

“Before this, we always thought Catherine had no emotions, but I've noticed she has grown to be quite dependent on me and isn't so repulsed by my presence anymore,” said Jonathan.

“That's good news!” exclaimed Mabel.

“It sure is good news, but that's the strange part. Catherine was ruthless and solitary before. She lived with the Harrington family for over twenty years, but she changed after knowing me for only more than one month. Why the sudden changes?” Jonathan was puzzled.

“Even cold-blooded animals have emotions. As for Catherine, she might be slower to display her emotions and feelings compared to the others, but that doesn't mean she will remain emotionless. In fact, Catherine's quite the opposite as it means she will be more affectionate when she opens up.”

Jonathan curiously asked, “Well, why didn't she show any emotions when she was in the Harrington residence?”

At that, Mabel shrugged her shoulders and gave her two cents on the matter. “There's nothing weird about that. Although Yareth is Catherine's grandfather, she might feel distant from him as the generation gap between the two is wide. He can't act like her parents, after all. As for the other members of the Harrington family, they won't get close to her. Even her parents spent their time traveling abroad instead of taking care of Catherine. Hence, it's natural for her to grow more distant from people.”

“I see. You're making some sense.” Jonathan realized something as he nodded.

“Of course I am!” fumed Mabel.

The sky was completely dark in Yaleview by the time it was six in the evening, but the polar-white snow that blanketed anything it touched formed a stark contrast with the sky.

It was snowing heavily, and it was a good sign for the farmers.

Although the agriculture was stable and did not need the snow to guarantee the harvest, the snow indeed freshened up the polluted air of Yaleview.

When Jonathan was driving home, Mabel's words constantly replayed in his mind. She said Catherine was slow in expressing herself, and Jonathan agreed with her.

He suddenly felt sorry for Catherine. She was treated coldly by her family because she acted indifferently. No one truly cared for her, and Yareth's love was too subtle.

Jonathan felt the need to take good care of his wife.

As soon as he decided, he drove to a flower shop and bought a bouquet mixed with roses and lilies. Then, he bought some supper and iced beers.

He liked iced beers and expected everyone enjoyed the beers, too.

It was half-past seven when Jonathan was back at the Harrington mansion.

Yareth was already in bed by that time. Jonathan grabbed the things before stepping out of his car.

When the maids saw him, they politely addressed him, “Mr. Lawson!”

Jonathan humbly smiled in return to their greetings.

Soon, he arrived at the bedroom.

Catherine was sleeping when Jonathan walked in.

He switched on the lights, and the warm lighting brightened the room.

After Jonathan had put down the food, he brought the flowers to the bed.

“Catherine,” Jonathan called her name softly as he stood beside the bed.

Catherine opened her eyes when she heard his voice. She looked pretty and calm after she woke up.

“This is for you.” Jonathan held out the flowers to her.

Catherine propped herself up and sat on the bed. Her hair was slightly messy, but it made her more attractive.

“For me?” Catherine was taken aback.

Jonathan smiled. “Of course! You're my wife! It's natural to give you flowers.”

Catherine took the bouquet from Jonathan.

“Do you like it?” Jonathan was excited to see her response.

“I like it,” Catherine said calmly. At that instant, Jonathan was upset as he did not sense any emotions from her words.

However, he quickly figured out Catherine was being her usual self. He had to tolerate and get used to it.