One month later, on a certain day.
Randall was invited to his apprentice's dormitory.
"Please take a look, Mentor."
After greeting him, Ivan led the mentor into his apothecary lab and pointed him towards a mulberry wood cabinet on one side, where a mulberry-colored cocoon hung at one corner.
Once the Silkworm Queen had grown to a certain extent, it unprecedentedly began to spin silk, and within half an hour, it formed a fist-sized cocoon, wrapping itself inside.
"I feared disturbing the Silkworm Queen and could only ask you to come, hoping you could take a look for me."
"Cut the nonsense, kid. Just how far has it grown? Don't tell me you have no clue." Randall's expression was serious as he scrutinized the cocoon in the corner.
"I know, I know, I've been watching the whole time. Based on my estimates, its strength is at 5.3 graduated degrees, agility 5.7, body constitution 5.5. The error won't exceed 0.05 degrees, I guarantee it."