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

Chapter 150 Ivan, are you a genius?!

Seeing Ivan's bewildered expression, Sap gave him a hint.

"When you killed little Alcott, did you find a silver key? The kind that could run away on its own?"

"Or some other kind of small silver thing."

Evan nodded in understanding, then said very bluntly, "I saw it."

Forem, Sap, and Vic all turned to look at him at the same time and asked in unison.

Where is that thing?

Evan said casually, with an honest look in his eyes, "When I killed Alcott, it suddenly darted into the marmot burrow next door."

"I didn't even see what it was; I just saw a flash of silver light."

"I didn't know what it was either. Later, I heard Dr. Armitage say that there are magical artifacts in the supernatural world."

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The three of them fell silent.

Sap stared at Ivan's innocent face for a full five seconds.

Ivan stared blankly at him, his pupils unwavering.

Sap's sharp, razor-sharp eyes hoped to discern any signs of a lie in Ivan's demeanor.

Unfortunately, he found nothing.

There was only one face, bright and sunny, with sincere eyes, and even a hint of naivety and foolishness.

Sap instantly felt his blood surging.

Marmot burrow!

He seized his chance at immortality and crawled into a marmot burrow!

While Sap remained silent, Vic asked, "Didn't you go look for that thing?"

Ivan shrugged helplessly and said, "Not to mention that I didn't even know what it was at the time, even if I had found out, there was nothing I could do. I wasn't even an apprentice back then."

"I was able to kill Alcott entirely because I was on enough drugs at the time."

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"That marmot burrow went down to who knows how deep it was, and the Lion Potion only lasted for less than five minutes. I couldn't possibly turn up a whole swath of land, could I?"

The three fell silent again.

Only then did they recall that, according to the investigation data, Alcott died only three days after Ivan became a Witcher.

After all, Ivan's resume was not a secret; people from various factions had already reviewed it many times.

Vic seemed to have thought of something again, but he didn't ask it. He then fell silent.

Even so, Sap remained persistent, pressing him relentlessly for answers.

"Then why are you immune to sunlight and silver? And why do you possess such a powerful self-healing ability?"

Evan innocently and frankly replied, "Because I drank a potion that permanently increases my resistance to sunlight."

"That same night, I also took the intermediate-level blasphemous potion that Captain Vic gave me."

At this point, his eyes became serious, and he admonished the speaker in an educational tone.

"You're supposed to be a big shot, how come you don't even know this basic knowledge of witchers?"

Hearing this naive fool actually trying to educate him on the basics of potions in an educational tone, Sap's eyes twitched several times.

Then he gritted his teeth and said, "Bullshit! No thirsty blood race dares to drink the solar system's magic potion; the solar matter inside can directly burn low-level thirsty blood races to death."

Ivan sighed, "Mr. Sap, times have changed. You should learn more and stop thinking about making money all the time."

"I'm fucking—"

Sap almost lost control.

If Vic hadn't been there, he would have slapped him already.

However, he dared not directly confront the judges' faction, since many of his extraordinary abilities required the judges' power to maintain them.

For example, that terrifying phantom image of a judge.

This is also why the three professions in the Golden Path are so powerful.

Judge, factory owner, financier – it's more like one profession than three.

We are intertwined, complementing and reinforcing each other.

Judges' control over the rules can greatly enhance the power of factory owners and financiers to develop within the legal and compliant framework.

Financiers can also provide funds to factory owners and judges.

Factory owners attract more people from all directions to the city by opening factories.

The desire for order that these people form when they come together can greatly enhance the abilities of judges.

Of course, it is precisely because of this overly tight bond that they share a second fatal flaw: they cannot live without the city.

A judge who is all-powerful in the city becomes an ordinary person when he comes to the wilderness.

If a factory owner doesn't have a factory and employees around him, 80% of his extraordinary abilities will be rendered useless.

Financiers without a supporting banking system and funds lose over 90% of their fighting capacity.

Seeing the enraged Sap, Vic coughed.

"You don't need to be too angry, Mr. Sap. What Arkham said is the truth."

"I can't go into details, but I can say that this is what makes Arkham special. Please don't apply other people's conventional knowledge to some special constitutions."

Sap took a deep breath and suppressed his anger.

He then got up almost without hesitation.

Just as he was about to leave, he seemed to remember something, turned to Ivan and said something in a low voice.

"Now that the matter has been clarified, I will not send anyone to harass you anymore."

"Consider this the wallet you stole from me as compensation."

After saying that, he slammed the door and left, his anger barely contained.

The room returned to quiet.

Forem paused for a moment, then suddenly burst out laughing.

"Hahahaha! I haven't seen Sap get this angry in a long time."

Vic's usually cold and almost unsmiling face now showed a rather natural smile.

"Indeed, it's been a long time since I've felt this happy when I'm with him as I am today."

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Looking at their smiles, Evan sighed inwardly.

"So these serious and stern big shots also like to gossip behind people's backs."

The scene reminded him of the time he and Gray teased Black in the carriage about her screaming, which sounded like a rich young lady.

Just then, Forem's voice rang out: "Arkham, what's this about the wallet Sap mentioned earlier?"

Evan coughed and took out the shiny black leather wallet from his pocket.

"This wallet looks like it can hold a lot of money. I figured no one else would need it after Mr. Willens died."

"So as his best friend before he died, I decided to keep it for him."

Forem couldn't help but laugh a few times: "You brat, you always spout nonsense."

With a wave of his hand, two shadows crawled out from under the table, grabbed the wallet, and handed it to its owner.

Vic opened the wallet and examined it thoroughly. He turned it over and over, looking at the lining from all angles, and then scanned it with his spiritual senses.

He then pushed the wallet back to Evan.

"There are no tracking or location spells, nor any other curses."

"This is a level four magic artifact. You can go back and examine its effects yourself."

Evan nodded his thanks, then happily tucked the wallet into his pocket.

This turmoil is now completely over.

The three of them walked out of the meeting room one after the other.

Vic said to Evan, "Since Sap has said so today, you don't need to worry too much about this in the future."

"This guy's main target is that magical artifact called the Silver Key. Since it's not on you, there's no need for him to waste resources on you."

Evan breathed a sigh of relief: "I'm relieved to hear you say that."

Forem has gone to the other side to help maintain order at the hospital.

Vic led Evan to a dark corner on the third floor and asked in a low voice.

"How's the investigation into those plagues going?"

Ivan quickly gathered his thoughts.

"We've made some progress. As you know, I have the ability to extract some viruses and bacteria."

"Through my inspection over the past two days, I have discovered that a large number of the viruses here are related to the Red King Laboratory."

"And those two souls in the corridor just now, judging from the pustules on their bodies, they belong to the Poison Blade Gang."

"I just fought a researcher from the Red King's Lab at the Poison Blade Gang's stronghold yesterday."

"It is now basically certain that these plagues were cultivated by them."

Vic nodded, then his eyes lit up.

"You just said that the festering sores on those two souls came from the Red King's laboratory?"

Ivan nodded.

He continued, "And was it during the exorcism of those two souls that Willens was attacked in some way?"

Ivan continued to nod.

Vic seemed to suddenly understand something and let out a soft chuckle: "I see."

He then patted Ivan on the shoulder: "You did a good job this time, you've made a contribution. Is there anything else?"

Ivan went on to explain his analysis.

"I've been wondering who that group that spread the primitive plague was."

"Then it suddenly occurred to me that ghouls seem to be able to change their appearance at will."

"And some kind of cadaveric poison seems to be able to do the same to those corpses that have lost their self-awareness and only know how to frantically tear at each other."

"Do you think it's possible that the real source of these viruses is a group of ghouls from the Dream Realm?"

"Only these guys who can change their form at will have the ability to hide among the various factions."

He glanced cautiously to his left and right, then lowered his voice.

"After all, when I was extracting those viruses, I found traces of cadaveric virus and bone marrow parasites."

Ivan had no intention of keeping this top-secret intelligence, which he had analyzed himself, a secret.

This matter involves too many things; he certainly can't handle it with his current abilities.

If these plagues are allowed to spread, they will certainly harm more innocent people.

Based on Ivan's morals and values, he would not allow such a thing to happen within the limits of his power.

Taking this opportunity to hand over the intelligence to the high-ranking official in charge of the matter, and incidentally shifting suspicion of Willens' death onto the Red King Laboratory, is the best option.

Vic's silver-gray eyes suddenly flashed with a sharp light.

He fell silent, a fierce storm raging in his mind.

After a good ten seconds, Vic suddenly turned to look at Evan, completely abandoning his previous gloomy and aloof persona, and grabbed Evan's hands with both of them.

His voice trembled with barely suppressed excitement: "That's right! How come I didn't think of that before! Ghouls!"

He looked Evan up and down, his voice filled with amazement.

"Are you really a genius?"

Evan grinned and scratched his head: "Since you put it that way, then I must be a genius."

Vic chuckled and said approvingly, "Well done, Arkham! You've really given me a brilliant idea."

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"If this is the right direction, you've already done a great job."

How big is it?

"It's bigger than you can imagine." Vic released his hand.

"You continue your investigation focusing on the ghouls and see if you can get any relevant information from other sources. I'll be working on another front to assist you."

Ivan nodded: "No problem."

As they parted, Vic was a little curious.

"I just remembered during the meeting that you had only been a Witcher for three days when you were in Newharf."

"How did you acquire such terrifying physical abilities?"

The scene of the battle and the terrifying footprints have now been sent back here as archives.

Ivan grinned, his voice calm.

"Of course, it's because I consume more magic potions; that's my only advantage right now."

"Now I feel uncomfortable if I don't drink magic potions for a day."

"After all, I can't let down the talent my great-grandmother gave me."

Vic chuckled, and his body vanished instantly.

There were no major setbacks afterward.

Sap and his men quickly removed Willens's body.

The remaining rituals secretly arranged by Willens were all dismantled by Sap's men, as they were no longer useful.

The strange places in the hospital have returned to calm.

Ivan didn't rush to look at the details of the first stage of the fog encephalopathy.

This location is not suitable for direct activation.

Moreover, he was afraid that if the effect was too good, he would get itchy and lose focus.

Just like when he was working, the game discs he bought arrived. Even though he couldn't play them, he would still sneak peeks at them from time to time at the company, making him restless.

Since this thing isn't going anywhere, I might as well wait until I get home and watch it together.

So for the rest of the time, Evan followed Forem to the laboratory to familiarize himself with the operation of various routine instruments.

There are also testing procedures for fluids such as blood, urine, and saliva.

At the same time, he used his strong physique to run errands part-time.

He was busy like this until 10 p.m., when he caught the last tram and returned to Guding Street.

I've been too busy lately, so my potions class with Dr. Forem tomorrow will be postponed for now.

However, the doctor said that if there's anything I don't understand, I can go to the hospital to find him anytime.

Later, when I'm in medical school, I can ask questions whenever I'm not around.

I walked home with light steps.

At this moment, Evan was filled with anticipation, preparing to unlock the first stage of the Fog Brain Plague.

Just as he opened the door and routinely scanned the area with his demon-hunting vision.

A figure was standing in the living room.

"who!?"

Ivan instantly assumed a battle stance, slightly arching his body and protecting his vital points with copper.

The figure turned to the side.

Professor Byron's face was partially revealed.

Evan breathed a sigh of relief: "So it was you."

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