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

Chapter 141 Pierson: A Lamb Enters the Tiger's Den

Pilsner was surprised to see that Ivan could still move despite being covered by the parasitic seed.

He then suddenly stomped his left foot forward.

Two tree roots, as thick as an arm, emerged from the ground and wrapped tightly around Evan's ankles.

At this moment, Pilsson's face showed both curiosity and excitement.

"What an interesting subject! You must stay here today!"

Faced with this situation, Ivan coughed and suddenly struggled.

Click!

The tree roots wrapped around his ankle snapped instantly by the immense force.

Then, his body stumbled and staggered, looking extremely disheveled as he fled, quickly disappearing into the darkness around the street corner.

The speed was astonishing, but the posture was extremely disheveled.

Pilsson was stunned for a second, and by the time he came to his senses, the person was gone.

"Damn brute!"

He snorted and straightened his cuffs.

"This perfectly matches my stereotypes about these witchers."

"All they do all day is take their medication and recklessly rush through things; they don't use their brains at all."

"However, the strength of this body is indeed excellent, making it an ideal material for making a puppet."

As he was pondering this, the burly man led a dozen sickly young men out of Poker Street.

They were also pushing a small cart together, on which were ropes and sacks.

The burly man looked bewildered when he saw that Ivan was gone.

"Big brother! Where did that pervert go?"

Pilsson told a lie calmly and without batting an eye.

"I let him go. Since this guy is from the University of Sages, it's not appropriate to arrest him at this stage."

His gaze fell upon the dark night sky, a dismissive sneer playing on his lips.

"Even if you run to Forem, what then?"

"Even with his spiritual vision, he can't see anything."

After leaving Poker Street, Evan immediately returned to normal.

He found a suitable platform, jumped on the tram, and headed to the Sage University Medical School.

By the time he returned to the medical school, it was already 7:30 p.m.

Morais and Saddam and several others had successfully completed their water collection mission and were now resting on a bench in the corridor.

Saddam and a few others huddled together, their glasses perched on their noses, looking as if they might fall asleep at any moment.

Dr. Forem was on the phone in his office. Through the half-open door, you could see him standing by the window, speaking in a solemn tone as he gave instructions.

When they saw Ivan return, the group of people, becoming somewhat more alert, gathered around him.

Saddam pushed up his glasses, gave Ivan's lower body a strange look, and then asked curiously.

Are you alright?

Ivan naturally noticed the guy's gaze.

He sighed inwardly, "How come Morales just started to look a little normal, and now another weirdo has shown up?"

He nodded, and without explaining, turned and walked toward Forem's office.

"Doctor, I've discovered some anomalies here."

Forem certainly knew what anomalies meant in the context of the extraordinary.

He waved towards the door, signaling the four students to leave first.

After the door closed, Forem leaned back in his chair, his refined yet dignified eyes looking at Evan.

"What happened?"

Evan recounted the situation at the Red King's Laboratory.

Pearson's appearance, his use of spore-based attacks, and his apparent control over the Poison Blade gang members.

But he didn't mention his real discovery that night. Neither the Bone-Eating Plague Worm nor the Fog-like Brain Plague could be discussed.

Even masters cannot see those things.

If I, an apprentice with only 5 points of spiritual vision, were to say that I sensed something, it would easily arouse unnecessary suspicion.

After listening, Forem hummed in agreement.

"I know about the situation at the Red King Laboratory, but they have already gone through the normal approval process."

He stood up and walked to the window, looking out at the pitch-black night.

"They are said to be developing vaccines there that can treat these diseases."

"Furthermore, with their arrival, the spread of disease in the surrounding area seems to have been brought under control. Therefore, the authorities are currently very satisfied with their results."

Upon hearing this, Ivan couldn't help but burst out laughing: "That's quite a classic plot."

The arsonist came to put out the fire.

The person who creates the problem solves it, and then reaps everyone's gratitude and trust.

Forem turned his head, raised an eyebrow, and asked, "You mean these plagues are related to the Red King's laboratory?"

Ivan nodded and said, "I think it's related. They seem to have been conducting research on some kind of special virus."

"I had worked with them before when I was testing drugs at Yuri's clinic."

"Later, when I went to see an acquaintance who had participated in the drug trial, he looked quite terrifying, his body covered with all sorts of viral growths."

He briefly recounted Kerry's story, but omitted the part about his monstrous wife.

After listening, Forem remained silent for a few seconds before sighing, "As expected! A case that catches Professor Armitage's attention can't be that simple."

"You don't need to concern yourself with this matter anymore."

"Now that too many behemoths are involved, if you're caught in the middle, you could easily be crushed."

"I will arrange for someone else to conduct the investigation through various channels."

Hearing about Forem's reliable arrangement, Evan grinned and asked, "Teacher, seeing how hard I'm working, when can I go to the hospital for my internship?"

Upon hearing this, Forem laughed, a hint of "Are you sure?" appearing on his refined face as he asked.

"Work and intern at a hospital? Do you know how many students absolutely don't want to go there?"

"Now that place is overcrowded, with patients covered in sores and suffering from strange diseases everywhere, and people are dying every day."

"There are all kinds of groans and howls day and night, and some corpses can even come back to life. In the past two days, four students have been scared into the psychiatric ward."

Ivan laughed and said, "I'm not an ordinary student, I'm a PhD! And I love this kind of exciting place."

Then, a rare seriousness appeared on his face.

"Furthermore, I think hospitals are a good starting point for investigation; even without conducting an investigation, knowing some information is still valuable."

Looking at Ivan's serious face, Forem paused for two seconds and then nodded.

"Since you want to go yourself, I can arrange it for you in a couple of days. They happen to be short-staffed there."

Ivan immediately stood up and bowed deeply.

"grateful."

After completing the report, Ivan obtained a record of four hours of experimental time.

He signed the confirmation and said goodbye to Morais, Saddam, and others.

I took the tram all the way back to Guding Street.

It was still a hearty carbohydrate feast costing sixty cents.

Black bread, mashed potatoes, stewed meat, five fried eggs—and so on.

At this point, the side effects of the Anti-Moon Potion had been reversed, and the effect was the same as before.

Your silver resistance is permanently increased by 2%.

Your 3% lunar affinity has been converted to 3% solar affinity.

After watching the routine scene of the moon being swallowed by the sun, Ivan took out two quick-acting potions, one for purification and one for energy, and drank them one after the other.

[You have consumed a fast-acting purification potion. Effect lasts: 1 hour.]

[Effect: During the duration of the medicine's effects, it continuously purifies the user's curse and alleviates negative status effects.]

[You have consumed a fast-acting energy potion. Effect lasts: 1 hour.]

[Effect: During the duration of the medicine's effects, Spirituality increases by 40%. Spirit +1.]

After drinking two bottles of magic potion and completing the twelve-hour reversal, eight of the nine squares were already occupied.

"You need to be quiet and well-behaved for the next couple of days."

Evan leaned back comfortably in his chair, looking out the window at the dim night view of Guding Street.

"I wonder if that guy will come looking for me on his own."

"A man should have some ambition! The enemy has been defeated, you should press your advantage and pursue them."

"Please! Come quickly! I'm waiting for you!"

At the same time that Evan was lost in thought.

At the edge of Guding Street, a figure quietly emerged from the darkness.

Pilsson has changed out of his sharp three-piece suit.

Instead, they wore a set of night clothes that blended perfectly into the darkness.

The dark gray fabric clung to the body, without any unnecessary wrinkles or flutter.

He wore a small crown on his head, made of deer antlers.

Two forked horns extend upwards from both sides of the forehead, gleaming with a bony, dull sheen in the moonlight.

He held a short sword made of withered wood in his hand. The surface of the withered wood was covered with cracks, like the trunk of an old tree that had been dead for hundreds of years, which had been shaped into a sword.

But in Pearson's hand, the piece of dead wood exuded a faint pulse that seemed to belong to a living being.

"My perfect puppet, now behave yourself."

He spoke in a low voice, his eyes filled with excitement and longing.

"With such a perfect puppet, my combat power can be further enhanced."

"You could even start your own experimental project."

"There's no need to keep bothering that old geezer! I have to go back to him every night and get entangled with him like an old tree rooted to the ground. It's disgusting."

Because he wanted to get rid of his mentor's control as soon as possible, Pilsson didn't tell anyone about his trip.

He walked briskly in the shadows of the street, his footsteps making no sound.

The tree spirit's innate talent allows his body to blend seamlessly with the surrounding plants.

Even the moss in the cracks of the stone path could become a medium for him to conceal his presence.

"About a month ago, he was just an ordinary person who randomly ate magic potions."

"How much can a low-level witcher improve in a month?"

He was scoffing at his own calculations.

"Although this guy caused a huge scene in New Haven a while ago, and the judge was boasting that he killed a monk apprentice."

A slight smile played on his lips, his face radiating confidence: "But unfortunately, I'm not like that kind of trash."

At this point, Pearson's primary impression of Ivan was still based on that drug trial. (A research nerd, not well-informed.)

Lost in thought, he quickened his pace.

The forked antler crown cast two slender shadows in the moonlight, resembling the shadow of a monster's open mouth.

The moment Pilsner stepped onto Guding Street, Ivan received a communication from Gust.

The voice appeared directly in his consciousness, with a habitual caution.

"Watch out, someone's attacking you again. Looks like a tree spirit apprentice."

"This guy seems to have come prepared, carrying two magical artifacts."

Upon hearing this, Ivan remained motionless while lying on the chair.

But a slow smile spread across his face.

The smile grew wider and brighter, reaching a point of ecstatic joy.

He tried to calm himself down and said to Gust in his mind.

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

In a secret underground room of a building on Guding Street, Guster's gray-white blind eyes flickered.

A slight smile appeared on his lips.

After the communication was cut off, he muttered to himself with great pleasure.

"It seems my plan is going quite smoothly. I didn't expect we'd end up drinking together so quickly."

After receiving the alarm, Evan got up from his chair and went to lie down on the bed.

The movements were slow and gentle, while the breathing was rapid.

It looks like a patient who is too weak from spore poisoning is trying to rest.

At the same time, he lightly scratched the inside of his wrist with his fingernail.

A drop of thick, jelly-like blood seeped from the wound.

He hung the drop of blood on the tip of his middle finger.

Since the secondary brain is part of his body, the blood does not corrode the bony finger.

The dark red blood clot clung firmly to my fingertip, like a miniature ruby.

The secondary brain held the drop of blood, which silently slid out from under the pillow and disappeared into the gap between the bed and the wall.

This is Ivan's ultimate contingency plan for this battle.

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If the other party has some special means to control him, the secondary brain will use this drop of blood to deliver a fatal blow.

Blood that is 96% toxic can cause unbearable suffering if it comes into contact with the skin.

Based on normal rational analysis, it is not worthwhile for Evan to fight Pearson at this stage.

Eight slots of the Nine Dragons' Power have already been occupied, and there are no magical potions around to make up for the deficiencies or enhance combat power.

But unfortunately, the properties of foggy encephalitis are just too appealing.

Now the whole city is on the verge of a storm, and Evan himself has been forced into the eye of the storm.

The judge told him to investigate, and Armitage also wanted to know the truth.

Now the school is asking him to treat patients related to the plague.

For a moment, Ivan had no choice but to continue along this line, unable to avoid it.

Therefore, he needs to quickly increase his strength and make up for his weaknesses to protect himself!

That 0.3% progress increase just now means that the spores on Pilsner are all experience points from the Fog Brain Plague.

He had no reason to miss out on this opportunity presented to him.

The room quickly fell silent.

Ivan blew out the kerosene lamp, and darkness enveloped the entire apartment.

Pilsner's figure appeared silently on the top of the apartment building.

He leaned down and looked at the apartment below.

There were no warning ceremonies, no protective barriers, not even proper windows; they were just makeshift windows made of tattered newspapers and wooden planks.

He gave a disdainful sneer.

"Just as I expected! That penniless wretch who was consuming magic potions indiscriminately a month ago can't even set up the most basic safety measures."

"Now, you belong to me!"