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

Chapter 195 Mysterious Prophecy: Over 100 Years Later, Everyone is a Witch

Richard blinked his frosty eyelashes: "How are you going to get in?"

Ivan grinned: "Just you wait and see!"

Ivan then quickly moved to the corner between the two villas and took out the Shadow Cloak.

Then, under Richard's watchful eye, Ivan vanished into thin air!

Richard was shocked to see this.

Although he wanted to see what Ivan would do next, reason told him that he should leave the area as soon as possible.

After all, his outfit could easily attract unnecessary trouble if he stayed in such an upscale community for too long.

Sure enough, just as Richard turned to leave, two police officers walked over.

"Hey! Homeless man! Get out of here!"

"This is not a place for you!"

The two officers had their hands on their waists and were shouting at each other.

Richard hurriedly raised his hand, a forced smile on his face, and quickly left with his neck hunched.

After Richard left, two officers walked over, grumbling, and looked around.

After confirming that there were no marks, no urine, and no signs of intrusion, he muttered a curse under his breath.

"These stray dogs are getting more and more audacious! Don't they know where they are?"

The two then left, cursing under their breath.

As the two left, Ivan, now dressed in his Shadow Cloak, had already flipped over and jumped over the courtyard wall, landing at the base of the wall in a spot free of snow.

Instead of heading towards the main entrance of the villa, he walked along the wall to the back door.

Apart from a narrow courtyard, the back gate is surrounded by tall walls on the other three sides.

The garden was completely enclosed, which even gave people a feeling of oppression.

Upon reaching the back door, the secondary brain appeared silently, its brass-gleaming bone spikes piercing directly into the keyhole.

With a click, just like the original key, the lock opened without any damage.

At this moment, Ivan had already activated his Demon Hunter Vision, and his eyes quickly scanned the room, but he did not find any trace of the extraordinary.

The fog-induced brain plague protected his mind, his secondary brain followed, his whole body was tense, and the Insight Potion and Lion Potion had already been inserted into his rectum in advance.

In this state, even a master would not be able to kill him instantly.

The entire house was spotless, and the servants seemed to have been dismissed to go home for the holiday. The huge villa was so quiet that you could hear the ticking of the clock.

The villa had three floors. Ivan walked up and down the stairs, searching every corner of every room, but found nothing of value.

There were many messy footprints in the room, but they all belonged to ordinary people.

Finally, he found Hill's footprints, but the footprints ended at the dining table.

Hill then vanished from the table as if he had evaporated into thin air, leaving no trace of his departure or any sign of running away.

Ivan quickly organized the footprints in his mind.

"In other words, my dear senior sister was attacked during a meal. The whole process was almost without warning; she was just suddenly taken away like that."

"An extraordinary version of an internet addiction treatment center!?"

Evan frowned. After investigating, he found no trace of anything worth investigating in the house.

"Could it be that my spiritual vision isn't strong enough?"

With that thought in mind, Ivan used his gluteus maximus to precisely and skillfully crush the bottle of Insight Potion.

[You have absorbed the Insightful Potion through your rectum. Effects last: 30 minutes.]

[Effect: During the duration of the medicine's effects, Spiritual Vision increases by 15 points.]

You reversed the side effects of the Insight Potion.

[Reversal progress: 60 hours.]

In an instant, Ivan's spiritual vision jumped from 10 o'clock to 25 o'clock!

At the very moment his spiritual vision improved, he unexpectedly discovered that the entire room was filled with a strange black aura.

The aura looked like a thin mist, or perhaps like a woman's veil.

When Evan saw this, his instinctive thought was of the hazy feeling of black stockings.

At the same time, he also noticed a series of brand-new footprints on the ground, made by a pair of slender high heels.

The owner of these shoes seemed to be very light and tall, and walked with great skill and precision, with each step being exactly the same distance, as if it had been carefully measured with a ruler.

The black mist in the air corresponded to the footprints on the ground. It was as if with each step forward, the mist would pulsate slightly, undulating back and forth with the body of the person who left the footprints.

"That old bastard Aiden wasn't lying!?"

"My goodness, just looking at a string of footprints, along with this perfume-like mist, I can already imagine a woman with a graceful figure and elegant demeanor."

"Damn! I really need to learn more about this witch!"

"I should learn potions! Learning potions is great!"

While muttering to himself, Ivan also noticed some extraordinary traces on the dining table.

These traces are a mixture of pink and blue, and the scent scattered in the air has transformed into some rather cute-looking words.

"Prince, Princess—Ladies' Course?"

Evan could only vaguely make out the contents of the text.

After quickly writing these things down, Evan searched around carefully again.

They discovered that apart from the footprints and the scent, there was nothing of any physical form.

After thoroughly searching the entire house and confirming that the 25 psychic visions had not found any new clues, Evan quickly left.

Fifteen minutes later, Evan met up with Richard at the tram station.

Richard hurriedly asked, "What exactly happened?"

Ivan quickly recounted everything he had just discovered.

Richard's expression turned quite grave after hearing this: "She really is a witch!!"

Ivan tentatively asked, "Senior brother, have you ever had any contact with witches before?"

Richard shook his head, then seemed to suddenly remember something and said in a low voice, "Although I have never seen a witch, I seem to have dealt with people who resemble witches."

Ivan hurriedly asked, "Who?! I'll bring this guy here right now!"

Richard looked at Ivan: "The witch who cursed you back then."

"She used to be very close to the Sap Chamber of Commerce, but I don't know her exact whereabouts now."

Upon hearing this, Ivan was instantly enraged.

This damn woman cursed me before I even reached the transcendent level, making her my number one transcendent enemy.

However, this old cunning man has yet to get revenge, and he hasn't even seen where this woman is or what she looks like.

"Senior brother, do you mean that her attack on Hill was likely aimed at me?"

Richard shook his head: "It doesn't seem likely at this stage. Besides, that woman is only an expert-level fighter; she could hold her own against me."

"The traces she left behind should not require a vision level of 20 or higher to see."

After a moment's thought, Ivan asked, "Senior brother, do you have any good plans?"

Richard said, "I can't figure this out on my own. I've decided to go to New Haven and ask Dr. Armitage."

As he spoke, he looked at Evan seriously: "You have a lot of connections in Bolton City, so why don't you ask around here?"

Ivan nodded and said, "No problem, I'll head straight to the Special Operations Team then."

"Go back and tell David and Erlon about the situation here."

Richard nodded: "Okay."

After parting ways with Richard, Ivan went directly to the city police department's special operations team.

Using his expertise, he went directly to Vic in his office and asked bluntly, "Captain Vic, what do you know about the witch of Bolton City?"

Vic raised an eyebrow after hearing this: "What happened?"

Evan gave a general overview of Hill's situation, but didn't reveal the full details, only saying that Hill might have been kidnapped by a witch.

After listening, Vic shook his head: "I don't know. Witches generally don't have much contact with our special operations team."

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"Those women were quite charming and generally mingled in business guilds and aristocratic circles."

Ivan nodded, thanked him, and quickly left.

After Ivan left, Vic stroked his chin, muttering to himself thoughtfully, "A witch attacked Adolf?"

Then, as if he had just thought of something, he immediately picked up the phone on the table and said, "Connect me to the court, to Judge Vincent."

After leaving the police station, Evan went to the medical school to look for Dr. Forem.

Unfortunately, Dr. Forem had only heard of witches and did not know anything about the witches in Bolton City.

Then Ivan even went to see Professor Byron. When Professor Byron heard Ivan mention the witch, his eyebrows twitched slightly.

"I do know something about witches."

Byron spoke with arrogance and disdain: "A bunch of twisted freaks!"

"Their pursuit of potions is worlds apart from mine."

Ivan hurriedly asked, "Professor, what do you know about those witches?"

Professor Byron scoffed, "Why would I need to know them?"

He then immediately became engrossed in his own expression, and his voice was full of passion and enthusiasm.

"Although potions were invented by witches, witches in ancient times were completely different from witches today."

"The witches of ancient times were the true, pure witches; they possessed a serious and rigorous approach to research!"

"But these witches of today have changed!"

"They actually believed those ridiculous prophecies and pinned their hopes on things more than a hundred years from now."

Ivan was taken aback: "What prophecy?"

Professor Byron scoffed, "The prophecy says that in a hundred years or so, witches will become the mainstream."

"People will gradually blur their gender identity, and at that point, everyone could potentially be a witch!"

"That's utter nonsense!"

"Pfft~"

Upon hearing this, Ivan choked on a mouthful of tea.

Byron frowned slightly, and asked with displeasure, "What's wrong?"

Ivan coughed and said, "Thank you, I'll ask someone else!"

He then quickly left Byron's office.

Byron, seeing the water droplets splashing on the table, frantically took out a handkerchief and wiped his table over and over again.

He even turned on his eyes, scanning every corner of the table inch by inch, and only breathed a sigh of relief after confirming that there were no water droplets left.

But as soon as he leaned back in his chair, he noticed a few water droplets still clinging to the edge of the table, so he immediately jumped up and wiped them clean.

"Damn it! With such a careless attitude, how could you possibly concoct a perfect potion!?"

Byron was wiping and cursing at the same time.

After leaving Byron's place, Evan quickly got into his car and drove home.

On the tram, as he looked out the window at the rapidly receding snowscape, Ivan was somewhat shocked.

"Who spread this prophecy? Was it just a wild guess, or did someone truly foresee the future?!"

Others might take this as a joke, but Ivan knew all too well what would happen on this land a hundred years from now.

Dozens, even hundreds, of different perceptions of one's gender are prevalent, with biologically males identifying as females, gender fluids, and those who don't consider themselves human.

They start inducing children to undergo sex reassignment surgery as early as elementary school, and they even have to build several different types of toilets in a single school.

"Dr. Byron just kept emphasizing that these witches are freaks, and that they even have expectations for what will happen a hundred years from now... 'Holy crap! No way?'"

Thinking of this, Evan suddenly felt a sense of despair.

"I'd also like to have a deeper conversation with those elegant and beautiful older women —"

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"Don't tell me this place is also full of potions and assassins!?"

Thinking of this, the anticipation I had for that hazy and elegant woman at Hill's house instantly vanished.

After returning home, Evan fed the kitten and then headed straight to the dock.

Aiden, who is here now, is his last hope.

If he couldn't get any answers here, he planned to try his luck with Erdin.

Aiden was delighted to see Evan arrive and enthusiastically led him to a private office on the third floor.

The interior was furnished much more elegantly than the warehouse downstairs, with emerald green wallpaper, exquisite walnut wood tables, tidy floors, and several portraits of women of different appearances and elegant postures hanging on the walls.

Instead of revealing the truth directly, Ivan asked curiously, "Do you have any rituals here to receive an audience with a witch?"

Hearing this, Aiden was quite pleased: "I'm truly happy for you, Mr. Arkham!"

"I never imagined you'd grasped the witch's perfection and allure in just a few days!"

Ivan nodded in agreement: "So, is there some kind of ceremony? I'm in a bit of a hurry."

Over the past few days, Evan has been inquiring about the so-called Witch's Guild from Richard and Gray.

Richard's side stated that this was a rather naive organization with almost no social harm.

Gray, on the other hand, was filled with envy and jealousy: "Why doesn't that bastard come and steal from our special operations team?"

"Do you know that he hired thieves to steal those bronze incense burners from the church, and then those guys at the church demanded a lot of money in compensation?"

"A copper incense burner that cost about two dollars to make, and those charlatans asked him for ten dollars, and the kid actually stupidly handed over the money!"

Gray, his eyes red with envy, said, "Those charlatans really got incredibly lucky!"

After confirming that neither side had any objections to the witch's society, Evan was no longer concerned about continuing his interactions with her.

After all, this guy is really quite generous!

Aiden exclaimed happily, "Of course!"

Then he excitedly said, "It is said that through this ceremony, whoever is chosen can go to a fairytale world."

"There, you can not only meet witches, but also have the privilege of witnessing their growth and selection!"

After a pause, Aiden's voice was filled with deep longing: "Even, to become a witch!"

Aiden then looked at Evan with the eyes of someone who had finally found a kindred spirit, his gaze growing increasingly fervent.

"My friend, you've come to the right person!"

Ivan felt a chill run down his spine, but still asked, "Is there anything I should be careful about?"

Aiden said, "It's said that there are special rules inside, and time flows very quickly."

"You must act according to the role you are playing. You will play the role during the day and complete some special trials at night, and you cannot be suspected by others."

"Only those who have undergone baptism are worthy of the witch's approval."

Ivan's eyebrows furrowed higher and higher as he listened: "Why does this sound so familiar—"

Then it suddenly occurred to him: "Escape from a ladies' school—a murder mystery game!?"