The man in the lab coat was examining Saito's body like a child admiring the gift he had begged his parents for all year. He moved the joints of the hands and examined the wounds he had. Or at least where they should have been. It seemed between his death and now, the wounds had fully healed. His body was in an amazing state all things considered.

"Yo, Ezekiel." He said in a high tone that did not suit him.

"Ugh, what?" He reluctantly responded.

"How long have you had this body?"

"About over a week, Why?"

"Isn't it amazing?"

"?"

"I mean just look at him," he said while pointing at the monster. "He's a work of art. He's been dead for over a week yet he hasn't shown an inkling of decay. In fact, he hasn't even shown any of the fluids in his body drying out either. It's straight out of one of those stories where after a Saint dies their bodies don't decay because of how holy they were."

"I see." Ezekiel meekly responded.

"Well isn't that something!" Mr.Bentley said in the most monotone voice he could muster.

"And you said a simple black powder was the cause of this?" The man in the lab coat fervently asked.

"Yup, but I don't have any samples."

"Who cares when we have this before us!?" He said as he slapped the corpse's chest. "Oh, man, I can't take it, I'll go get my scalpel, I have to see what his insides are like."

"Cornelius I'd appreciate it if you didn't, turn my workspace into an operating room, besides you said yourself he doesn't rot so there's no need to be in a hurry."

The man with the green hair clicked his tongue.

"Whatever, I'll just take this body and go then."

"Oi, wait a minute, what about the other body we brought?"

"Oh that thing, there isn't anything special. It seems to have been suicide by some inorganic poison."

"Bu-"

Cornelius then cut Ezekiel off.

"Before you ask, the compounds used were pretty generic so no, we wouldn't be able to track where they came other than saying they came from the western half of the continent. If you want to bother someone some more you can ask an alchemist since they like playing with metals and other things they find in the dirt."

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He then lifted up the body and reached into the pocket. He pulled out a hefty bag. He then handed it to Mr.Bentley.

"You've given an amazing specimen, Branch Owner Bentley. If it makes it into the encyclopedia you can expect twice as much."

"Hohoho is that so, then let's hope for the best." He said while checking inside the bag. It was filled to the brim with gold.

The green-haired man soon left and the sound of a carriage followed.

"Those capital researchers sure are something. Why the hell do we even have a research organization anyway? Surely there are enough universities and cabals out there we can hand off the work to."

Mr. Bentley yawned.

"Well in their words, it is better to be self-sufficient where possible."

"Yeah, but having guys like that technically be considered adventurers doesn't feel right."

"Enough of your nitpicking and help me decide how much of this we're going to distribute out to the guilds that participated."

They then proceeded upstairs to the old man's office.

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Tibaut was in a living room on the first floor of the mansion resting. He immediately jerked up and looked around.

"Oh shit the rabbits."

As he was getting up he noticed someone else in the room. It was Elizabeth.

"You truly are indecipherable."

"?" He looked at her puzzled. "What are you doing here?" He asked.

"Do you even know how you got in here?"

He thought for a moment before shrugging his shoulders. Elizabeth shook her head in disappointment.

"You may be the first person I've ever witnessed, no, you may be the first person on the continent to have fallen asleep preparing rabbits. (Is he perhaps related to some guardian angel of eccentricity?)"

"Oh, I fell asleep."

He looked outside and saw the sun was looking ready to set. He then looked anxious.

"Wait a minute, how long have I been out Elizabeth!?" He asked as if his life depended on the answer.

"About ten hours give or take."

"Goddamn, what'd you do with all the rabbit meat?"

"I stored some but got rid of most of it. There was no way you were preserving all of that."

"Aahh" Tibaut then held his head looking like someone had shot him there. "Why would you do that? You could have at least cooked it all or given it to a nearby village or something useful."

"Would you shut up? If you came back with that many rabbits, I don't assume it would be hard for you to find that many again. And besides, who do you think had to clean up your mess in the kitchen?"

"Don't tell me you threw it all away?"

"Of course not, it was my and Vanessa's breakfast."

"What did you do with the leftovers?"

"What leftovers?"

("Why do I know so many people that could eat a whole turkey and ask for more!?")

"Also what do you mean by store?"

"Ohoho, I suppose someone behind the times as yourself wouldn't know."

("What does that mean.")

She then got up and urged him to follow her.

They soon reached the kitchen. There she indicated a large chest of some kind.

"You put it in a wooden chest?"

"Don't you dare call it a simple wooden chest!"

"Alright, it's a big wooden chest."

"I suppose this truly is like presenting pearls to a swine. Not that you'd know of it, but this was made with a recent breakthrough in rune magic."

"Okay, so what is it."

"Would you please look inside."

He looked inside and what was there truly messed with his sense of reality. He felt inside and confirmed what he was seeing had been real.

Elizabeth then opened her mouth. "The man I bought it from said it was called a chiller."

("So it's just a fridge…")