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

Chapter 191 (10/10 Seeking monthly votes) Friend, do you want to join the Witch's Guild?

After hearing Parker's words, Evan immediately smiled and said, "Then take me to this company's warehouse for a look, and I'll see if I can find any clues."

Parker patted his chest confidently: "No problem!"

Finally, Parker gave a brief greeting to the people next to him and then led Evan to the warehouse of the Leisa Company.

It was clear that Parker was quite familiar with the foreman. He offered him a cigarette, and the two chatted briefly.

The foreman then waved to Evan.

The warehouse is very large, about ten meters high, and occupies an area of ​​about thirty by twenty meters.

Inside were stacks of wooden boxes, with glimpses of colorful fabrics peeking out from the gaps, suggesting they contained all sorts of clothes and fabrics.

The air was filled with the smell of new fabric starch and the dampness of wood.

Ivan activated his demon hunter vision and quickly stepped into the warehouse, where he saw that the footprints were everywhere, crisscrossing the area.

Soon, Ivan identified the owner of the footprints.

He was a young man who looked to be in his early twenties, not very tall, with shifty eyes and a cunning expression.

He appeared to be the person in charge of cargo registration here, and was currently writing furiously in a notebook.

Ivan withdrew his demon-hunting vision and strode over.

"Hey kid! There's a case that needs your help with the investigation. Come with me!"

Upon hearing this, the short young man's eyes flashed with a hint of hostility: "Who the hell are you? Do you even know whose territory this is?!"

He then sized up Ivan, and upon seeing the innocent face of the college student, he scoffed, "You think you can investigate cases? And be a cop? Go home and suckle!"

Seeing that the guy didn't seem to recognize him at all, Ivan then pulled out an ID from his pocket.

The moment the young man saw the ID, his expression changed drastically, and he turned and ran.

But the next second, he abruptly stopped in his tracks.

Because he saw again the dark revolver in Ivan's right hand.

"Officer—cooperate—I'll cooperate—"

In an instant, the once unruly youth transformed into a docile boy with a fawning smile.

When the workers around saw Ivan draw his gun, a commotion immediately broke out, and they all turned to look.

After all, this young man was in charge of registering their daily work, which directly affected their daily wages.

The commotion inside the warehouse quickly alerted the two foremen outside.

The foreman strode in and saw Ivan about to grab the young man and lead him away; his face instantly darkened.

He turned to Parker with a disgruntled expression: "Old Parker, are you deliberately trying to cause me trouble?"

Parker was also a little embarrassed and quickly looked at Ivan, asking, "Ivan, what's going on? How come you still have a gun?"

Ivan calmly pulled out his senior detective identification.

He then grinned and said to the foreman.

"Sir, I'm not here to cause trouble, I'm here to help you clean up your mess."

"This kid has some connections with a group of thieves, and I've found out about it."

"You should consider yourself lucky if you're not an accomplice of this thief."

"After all, if something were to go missing from such a large factory, you'd be held responsible!"

After confirming Ivan's identity, the foreman's expression softened considerably.

Parker, on the other hand, immediately puffed out his chest and raised his chin after seeing that Ivan was actually a senior detective in the police force.

"Old Smith! Are you still saying I came here to cause you trouble!?"

Then, under everyone's watchful eyes, Ivan successfully led the guy to a secluded, shady spot outside the warehouse.

The moment he stepped into the shadows, the previously timid young man suddenly pulled a short knife from his chest and stabbed it directly into Ivan's chest.

Then----

what! !

With a piercing scream, the dagger fell limply to the ground.

At that moment, he saw the young man's wrist being snapped by a force he couldn't see at all.

The young man clutched his wrist, knelt on the snow, his body trembling uncontrollably, and begged for mercy in a trembling voice: "Big brother, spare my life!"

Sir, have mercy! "

"I'll talk! I'll tell you everything! I stole it!"

Ivan raised an eyebrow: "You don't even know what I'm looking for, yet you're accusing me of stealing it?"

The thief blinked, looking bewildered: "Isn't it the brass incense burner from St. Mary's Church?"

Upon hearing this, Ivan couldn't help but burst out laughing.

"Oh? There's an unexpected bonus!"

Upon hearing that Ivan wasn't investigating the church's brass incense burner, the thief's expression instantly became incredibly comical.

His eyes were filled with astonishment and regret. He knelt blankly in the snow, forgetting even the pain in his wrists.

Then Ivan crouched down, patted his face, and said, "I wasn't asking about the brass incense burner."

"You sneaked into an old apartment building on Guding Street and stole the brass pot filled with sewage from the kitchen."

"Tell me, why did you steal this thing? Who gave you permission to steal it? And how did you discover its special features?"

The thief blinked, racked his brains for a long time, and then said with a look of sudden realization, "No one asked me to steal it, and I didn't notice anything special about it."

"That guy's house was dirt poor and had a weird smell that made me dizzy."

"I don't know why, but as soon as I walked into that dilapidated kitchen, I heard some strange noises."

"And there was the sound of waves crashing, so I didn't dare stay inside for long."

The thief spoke with disdain as he said this.

"I just went in to see if there was any money, but the house was practically dirt poor."

"In the end, I accidentally discovered that the copper pot used to hold sewage was quite heavy, and thinking that I could sell it for a few bucks, I took it without thinking."

Upon hearing this, Ivan's eye twitched involuntarily.

The traces of magic potion hanging on the walls of one's own room, still lingering in the air, can be quite corrosive to ordinary people.

This guy just swaggered in and stole things without knowing anything or taking any precautions!

At this moment, he finally understood the destructive power of ignorance.

I finally understand how those enemies felt when they faced me.

This clueless guy was really dumbfounded!

Often, the damage caused by ignorance far exceeds the effect achieved by those who deliberately intend to cause destruction.

With a sigh, Ivan immediately pressed, "Then why did you steal the church's brass incense burner? And where did you sell that brass pot?"

Upon hearing this, the thief stammered, his lips moving but unable to utter a word for a long time.

Ivan grabbed his neck and easily lifted the thief with tremendous strength, no matter how much he struggled, it was to no avail.

"You should know that just because you assaulted a police officer, I could blow your head off right now."

At this moment, the thief felt Ivan's terrifying power and his eyes that could kill at any moment, and his inner defenses collapsed instantly.

"It was sold to the general manager of this company! The general manager of this Leisa Company! Marai Winko!"

"He always asked me to steal some copper items, saying it would be best to steal some copper items from the church."

"If you can't find a church, then steal some copper pots."

He also said that it would be best if the copper pots had some special patterns on them.

His voice was hurried and trembling: "I only took it because I saw some patterns on the outside of that broken pot!"

Upon hearing this, Ivan nodded knowingly, thinking to himself.

"Is this guy hiring this thief to indiscriminately search for cauldrons that can be used to brew potions?"

"That's probably the reason—what exactly is he trying to do?"

At this point, the thief was already struggling to breathe, his legs flailing in mid-air.

Ivan casually tossed it back to the ground. The thief, panting heavily, said, "Cough cough cough—it's because of my thieving skills that I managed to get this warehouse manager position here."

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Upon hearing these words, Ivan's ears twitched slightly, and he immediately caught a faint panting sound approaching.

He casually chopped the thief unconscious, cut off the demon hunter's vision, and looked at the corner where the wooden crates were piled up.

Then, a young man dressed in a respectable black cashmere coat and wearing a fedora floated over silently.

The young man had blond hair, green eyes, and rather handsome features.

At this moment, the guy's feet were completely off the ground, and he floated straight over.

The newly fallen snow beneath my feet left not a single footprint.

A hint of surprise flashed across the young man's face when he saw that Ivan had so keenly noticed him.

Just as Ivan was about to make his move—

The young man then opened his mouth and extended a sincere invitation: "Friend, would you like to join our Witch's Guild?"

"Pfft~"

Upon hearing this, Evan, who had been holding back his strength, choked on a mouthful of food and almost strained his back.

Having accumulated so much experience reading online novels, he can no longer look at the word "witch" the same way.

Especially when a well-dressed, handsome man earnestly invites him, a grown man, to join some kind of witch's club, he can't hold back any longer.

"Not a buddy!"

Ivan coughed. "You, a grown man, are inviting me, another grown man, to join some kind of witch's club?"

"Bro, do you seem to have some misunderstanding about the word 'witch'?"

The young man smiled slightly and spoke fluently and familiarly, saying, "Of course there's no misunderstanding. Witches are simply a group of women who possess special magical powers."

For a long time, witches were synonymous with sorceresses.

"However, in the last hundred years, the two concepts have gradually separated, and witches have slowly become a special group."

As he spoke, a fervent anticipation shone in his eyes: "The legendary witches are all incredibly powerful superhumans, each one possessing stunning beauty and elegant demeanor."

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"They possess faces that can captivate everyone, and eyes that can effortlessly steal one's soul!"

"They are the embodiment of beauty in this twisted and ugly supernatural world."

Seeing the young man's sexually repressed expression, Ivan curled his lip: "So, where's my cauldron?"

Upon hearing this, the young man blinked, his eyes revealing confusion and doubt: "Aren't you interested in these perfectly elegant women?"

Ivan countered, "Will they give me money?"

The young man shook his head: "That's probably unlikely."

Evan then countered, "So, will they let me do it?"

The young man immediately shouted vehemently, "How dare you speak such rude and blasphemous words to a witch!"

Hearing this, Ivan curled his lip and said, "So they're just a bunch of simps!"

"Give me back the crucible right now. I have no interest in hanging out with you bunch of sycophants."

Seeing Ivan's impatient expression, the young man then, as if by magic, handed over the crucible that had been wiped clean.

His voice was filled with envy and praise.

"Your crucible is truly beautifully crafted, and the material is of exceptional quality!"

"I have never seen such a spiritual material as bronze!"

Unexpectedly, the other party returned his crucible so easily, which piqued Evan's interest.

"You bunch of bastards, you've even started stealing from the church! What exactly are you trying to do?"

The young man said, "Of course, it's to win the witch's favor!"

Ivan raised an eyebrow: "Aren't you the Witches' Guild? Don't tell me you don't have a single witch in your guild?"

The young man coughed awkwardly: "Everyone—everyone joined this witch's club so they could see the witch."

"So—you should understand what I mean, right?"

Hearing this, Ivan sighed deeply: "I understand~ I understand~"

He sighed inwardly, "I joined a few dating groups back then, and it turns out they were all full of men!"

The young man smiled and handed over a business card: "If you are interested, please feel free to contact me."

"From now on, I will run the company here steadily."

Ivan took the business card and glanced at it: "You're stealing so blatantly, aren't you afraid the church will come after you?"

The young man smiled and said, "We don't steal to make money, and we don't cause any harm to the city."

"If the church comes knocking on my door, I will actively seek compensation."

"I've been through similar situations several times, and I'm already quite familiar with the people at the church."

"Those guys are easy to talk to as long as they pay money."

Upon hearing this, Ivan couldn't help but take a few more glances at the young man.

He had to admit that there were indeed many extraordinary beings in this supernatural realm.

"Forget it! I'd better stay away from these weirdos and eccentrics; they're ruining my reputation."

Evan turned to leave, thinking to himself.

Just then, the young man suddenly spoke up: "I remember you used to take potions without any cover."

"It seems you have a great need for potions, and a rather passionate love for them!"

Ivan's eye twitched, and he turned to look at him, asking stiffly, "What are you trying to say?"

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