I'm a proper student; I only take nine kinds of potions every day.

Chapter 125 Gust finally makes friends

At the same time, Ivan's copper plague was activated, recalling all the viruses previously injected into the opponent's body and the remaining fragments of copper plague bullets.

The substance flowed back into his palm along the contact surface, like a pack of hunting dogs summoned by their master.

After that, this body would no longer be under my control, and I must not leave any trace of the copper plague.

Even after being knocked unconscious, Jack's body continued to twitch.

Red hair kept sprouting from his limbs and torso, and cracks appeared on his skin, with something wriggling inside.

The faces of spiders with human-like features were trying to squeeze out from the cracks.

Ivan watched this scene expressionlessly.

"Disgusting cultivator, even without consciousness, his desires are still at work?"

He grabbed Jack by the neck and lifted the constantly mutating body up.

He has his own moral bottom line.

Extraordinary power should not bring undeserved disaster to these innocent people.

If this thing were to complete its beast transformation on Guding Street, the residents of the surrounding buildings would all suffer.

We must take it with us!

Just as he was about to jump off the roof.

goo goo~

The sound of an owl.

Ivan turned his head and saw a jet-black owl that had appeared on the chimney of the roof at some point.

Its feathers are so black they don't seem like the color of nature; they're more like a frozen mass of night sculpted into the shape of a bird.

Then the darkness on the owl poured down like liquid, flowing, spreading, and accumulating along the bricks of the chimney.

In the blink of an eye, the darkness coalesced into a human shape.

It's Vic.

The pale face emerged from the darkness, its silver eyes gleaming coldly in the moonlight.

His body vanished from his spot for a moment, like a frame that had been cut from the film. In the next frame, he was already standing in front of Ivan.

"You did a great job, give it to me."

Evan nodded and released his grip.

Vic casually waved the black cloak behind him.

The moment that piece of fabric unfolded, it was like a door leading to some dark dimension.

The moment the shadow enveloped Jack's ever-changing body, he was completely swallowed by the darkness.

There was no sound, no light, no transition.

It just disappeared like that.

"This is the master's method," Ivan silently noted in his mind.

A ball of fire rapidly approached from afar. Gray landed on the roof, panting heavily. His cigar, which he never lit, had fallen out of his mouth, and his face was covered in sweat.

"Arkham! Are you alright?"

Evan hummed in agreement: "It's alright. I received a warning beforehand and drank the potion."

Gray breathed a sigh of relief and nodded knowingly: "Oh, it should be Gust, right?"

"That guy always likes to hide in his magic workshop and play tricks."

Vic was sizing up Ivan.

He didn't see the battle that just happened.

Guding Street was too poor and remote, and his intelligence network was limited, so he did not set up surveillance in this area.

The original plan was to have Gray come over to set up the monitoring ritual, but while Gray was still on his way, Vic discovered that Jack had already arrived in Gooding Street through the tracking marks on Jack's flesh.

They appeared almost at the exact moment, as if someone had tipped them off.

Vic's expression was grim; such precision meant there was likely a mole on his side.

So he immediately used his master-level abilities and rushed over at top speed through the darkness. On the way, he was still thinking that he hoped Ivan could hold on a little longer.

When they arrived, they saw Jack's mangled body being carried by Evan with one hand, like a rag doll.

Furthermore, the opponent already showed signs of becoming beast-like.

An expert-level cultivator was driven to the brink of beasthood by an apprentice.

Vic looked at Evan's face. On his fair skin, several black veins, caused by continuous use of potions, stretched from his cheekbones to his temples, looking somewhat eerie.

"You took all those medications?"

Ivan shook his head: "They ate three kinds, and the remaining two were destroyed."

He spoke in an utterly calm, cold, and devoid of any warmth.

"That damn bastard, that's all money."

The Iron Blood Potion compressed all emotions into a straight line.

But the amount of information contained in that sentence was enough for Vic and Gray to imagine how the young man would react in a normal state.

Vic's lips twitched slightly, revealing a smile that was only two pixels in size.

"You've worked hard this time. You captured Alcott alive, which is a great achievement."

"I will apply for the relevant bonus from my superiors."

Evan hummed in agreement: "I put in a lot of effort, and suddenly taking so many potions, the side effects are probably going to be quite severe."

"I hope you can give me more."

Vic nodded: "I know."

The side effects of two consecutive bottles of Ironblood Potion, combined with the side effects of Insight and Intermediate Desecration, are something that an ordinary Witcher cannot withstand.

He was also counting on Evan to help him handle those dangerous and unprofitable potion cases in the future, so this investment couldn't be spared.

Gray patted Evan on the shoulder, looking on with envy.

"You're really lucky, kid! That's a huge bonus!"

Ivan grinned, the effects of the Ironblood Potion making his smile stiff and somewhat eerie, like a corpse whose mouth had been pried open.

"I'll treat you to a drink sometime."

Before leaving, Vic said, "I've left scouts here. If Sap dares to make another move, just call me."

"You are now considered a specially invited expert of our special operations team. Taking this opportunity, I can apply for an affiliated position for you."

Evan looked up and saw a jet-black owl perched on the roof.

Its body had completely blended into the surrounding darkness, and if it weren't for the blessing of Psychic Vision 18, he wouldn't have noticed its existence at all.

"grateful."

After Vic and Gray left, only Evan remained on the rooftop.

The night wind blew in from the north of the city, carrying the biting chill unique to late November.

Ivan stood still, looking around.

Then he spoke calmly.

"Mr. Gusteau, how about we talk?"

A few seconds of silence followed in the night breeze.

Then a figure cautiously emerged from the shadows on the other side of the roof.

Its pace was slow, like a stray cat unsure whether the other party was friendly.

He was dressed in ordinary black clothes, with a dark trench coat over his shoulders, and a respectable bowler hat on his head, under which were a pair of gray-white, completely blind eyes.

He looked to be in his early forties, with ordinary features and an average build; he would definitely not get a second glance if he walked down the street.

Despite being a mysterious superhuman, Evan gave off the vibe of a socially awkward, reclusive man finally forced to go out and meet people.

Ivan lightly jumped off the edge of the roof and landed three steps in front of him.

The Ironblood Potion made his voice cold and direct.

"Are you a friend or foe?"

Gusteau was clearly a little reserved; he didn't know where to put his hands, and finally put them in his trench coat pockets.

After a few seconds of silence, he let out a hoarse voice.

"We'd say we're friends, right?"

He cleared his throat and said, "Um—when the factory owner's people investigated you before, I was the one who helped you get away with it."

"I was the one who reminded you just now."

Ivan retorted, "Then why are you secretly monitoring me every day?"

Gust paused for a moment, his gray-white blind eyes widening slightly, as if surprised that Ivan knew about it.

Then he sighed, as if he had been holding in his anger for a month and finally found an outlet!

"Because you made me so embarrassed!"

His speech suddenly sped up, almost like rapping.

"What legitimate superhuman takes potions every day without preparing a concealment ritual?"

"Your extraordinary aura permeates the entire street!"

"Now everyone in the surrounding blocks knows there's a newbie hiding here drinking potions!"

"I've been running Guding Street for twenty years! Twenty years!! This place is my pride and joy!"

"You're basically shitting on my face every day! Do you know that?!"

After letting out all the words he had been holding back for almost a month, Gust felt like he had lost three pounds.

Then, in the next second, he suddenly realized something.

"Was what I said too hurtful to him?"

"With the all-seeing eye above, what if he falls out with me?"

Regret welled up instantly, and just as Gust was about to say something to make amends, he heard the other person apologize.

"I'm sorry, I'll be more careful next time."

Gusteau's mouth, which was about to apologize, froze in its open position.

Then he blinked his gray, blind eyes.

"what?"

"oh!"

"That's good then."

Seeing Gust's somewhat dazed appearance, Evan's image of the omnipotent gang leader instantly shattered.

After this matter was put behind them, Ivan asked a question.

"Even if you've been keeping an eye on me because of the potion, there's no need to watch me sleep and masturbate, is there?"

"ah?!"

Upon hearing this, Gust froze, his face filled with bewilderment.

A few seconds later, he seemed to understand the full meaning of the sentence, and a visible embarrassment appeared on his face.

"I'm sorry about this. It wasn't my intention to spy; it was just a side effect of patrolling the neighborhood."

He spoke faster, as if he was eager to explain things clearly.

"If you mind, you can set up a basic concealment ritual to keep my abilities out."

"And you don't need to be too embarrassed. My ability can't see every specific person, only the symbols I mark. Then I can judge what the target is doing by the color and fluctuation of the symbols."

"It's a completely abstract image, and it doesn't involve any privacy."

Evan nodded, thinking to himself that he would ask Hill tomorrow if what the guy was saying was true.

We need to find someone knowledgeable to confirm the exact mechanism behind the prophet's abilities.

Let's put this matter aside for now.

"Thank you for your helpful suggestion today; it was a great help."

Gust smiled, a smile that seemed somewhat unfamiliar on his ordinary face, as if he hadn't smiled in a long time.

"We're practically neighbors in the same neighborhood. The misunderstanding was started by my younger brother, and I apologize to you for that."

"Actually, I've always wanted to get to know you, but I've been a bit busy lately."

Evan hummed in agreement: "If there's nothing else, I'll head home now."

Upon hearing this, Gust quickly stepped forward and asked, "Since we are neighbors, why don't we cooperate?"

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Ivan turned to look at him: "How do we plan to cooperate?"

Gusté relaxed a bit and said with a smile, "I've been operating on Gusté Street for twenty years, and I know the department inside and out."

"I know who lives in each building, what hidden alleys are underground, and the activity patterns of every superhuman."

"But you should know that the prophet's combat ability is not very strong, which is also the reason why my presence is so low."

"I will help you with external security, just like today, and notify you in advance if any problems arise."

"In return, I hope you can help me if I am attacked by anyone."

Ivan asked expressionlessly, "I don't know your social connections, nor do I know the strength of your enemies."

Gust retorted, "Would you believe me if I said that all the dangers and enemies my unit has faced in the past twenty years don't amount to more than your unit's in just one month?"

Evan reflected on his experiences over the past month.

Thirsty Seed, Pris, Phoenix Brotherhood, Nyogda Family, Factory Owner, Secret Brotherhood, Killer Ort —

This immediately silenced him.

Gust continued, "I know it's not easy to gain trust, so I'm willing to take the initiative."

"It's like me being willing to offend capitalists to tip you off."

"I will keep watch for you for free for the foreseeable future. I hope you can feel my goodwill."

After saying that, he turned and left quite cleanly and neatly.

After thinking for a few seconds, Evan said, "I'll help if I can, provided there's payment."

Then, Gust's cheerful voice came from the darkness.

"Alright, now we're friends."

11

After seeing Gust off, Ivan returned to the junkyard where the battle had just taken place.

The silver cross sword was still stuck there.

He suppressed the almost instinctive feeling of repulsion, wrapped the entire sword tightly in several layers of rags, and took it home.

Although the sight of this thing made his scalp tingle, it was definitely a good thing.

Once silver resistance is improved in the future, we might be able to use it directly.

On the way back, the first thing Evan did was grab a handful of yellow soil from the roadside and take it upstairs.

When he got home, he stood in the center of the room and held the handful of soil in his palm.

Close your eyes and whisper an obscure incantation.

While chanting the incantation, a trace of spiritual energy is infused into some of the yellow earth.

Then he threw his hand forward.

The moment the loess dust dispersed in the air, it turned into a thin, pale yellow film that completely covered the entire apartment.

Basic shrouding ritual.

This is to isolate the vast majority of extraordinary fluctuations within the body from leakage.

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