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

Chapter 232 The Terrifying Old Tom, and His Senior Sister Proofreading Anchor Points (Seeking Monthly Tickets)

Just as the Bloodthirsty Clan raised their sword and brought it down—

Those blood-red eyes seemed to have seen something extraordinary.

Then they saw the Bloodthirsty Clan's entire body freeze in place, its raised hand still held high.

But all the muscles in my body were frozen, and I couldn't relax.

The twisted body seemed to be frozen instantly by some terrifying force just as it was about to exert force.

Then----

Suddenly, the bloodthirsty creature split open from the middle.

It was as if an ice sculpture had been sliced ​​open from the middle with an incredibly sharp knife.

The Bloodthirsty Seed, which had split in two, soon made a snapping sound.

Then his body split open from the waist down.

As it split open, the four petals became eight, and the eight petals became sixteen.

In less than a few seconds, the entire structure of this Bloodthirsty Species had collapsed to the molecular level, turning into a strange pile of dust.

The entire process was silent; the bloodthirsty creature didn't even manage a scream.

It was as if, from the moment it was frozen, it had been completely erased from this world.

Just then, old Tom carefully withdrew his arm, and after making sure that his grandson and granddaughter were not awake, he struggled to get up and rubbed his lower back.

Then, without making a sound, she picked up a broom and dustpan and slowly swept the dust into the trash can.

After cleaning up, old Tom looked through the dusty, old window, through which he could barely see what was outside, and his voice carried a hint of anticipation.

"The energy of gold has begun to flow—"

"What professions will be involved this time?"

Old Tom's voice carried a hint of anticipation.

And those usually cloudy and dull eyes have turned into a completely melted gold.

The gold, like waves, surged and danced in his eyes, deep and ancient, as if reflecting all the unknown undercurrents beneath the city.

He then weakly tapped his lower back, and in the blink of an eye, everything returned to normal.

Those eyes returned to their cloudy, grayish state, and the hunched, weary old shoemaker lay back down in his patched quilt.

Meanwhile, upstairs, Richard and his two companions did not detect any disturbances.

A small dollar bird flew silently in through the window, and Miller's voice could be heard.

"Arkham is awake, you don't need to worry."

Hearing this, the three of them breathed a sigh of relief and then grinned and laughed.

"As expected of the eldest junior brother!"

In the dream world, Evan slept for about two hours before waking up in a daze.

When I opened my eyes, I saw Hill sitting on the edge of my bed.

"Are you alright?" Hill saw Evan and quickly bent down to help him up with her fair and delicate arms.

Evan felt his head was spinning, and the whispers continued to echo in his ears.

But as he lay in Hill's arms, smelling that sweet scent and gazing at the beautiful view beneath the lace collar—

Bestiality? Bestiality is nothing compared to a fart!

He opened his arms, did a somersault, and hugged Hill as they lay back on the bed.

His face was buried in Hill's long, silvery-white hair and her fair, sexy collarbone area.

"Dear senior sister, I'm feeling a bit dizzy right now and need an anchor to stabilize my self-awareness —"

Hearing this, Hill wrapped her arms around Ivan's strong body, but her head seemed to take flight on its own, nestling close to Ivan's ear from the side.

That dignified and reserved voice carried a hint of suppressed wildness and anticipation.

"You brat~"

"My anchor point also needs to be corrected."

After some docking and adjustments to the anchor points, Ivan was slightly out of breath and looked a bit tired.

But my whole body and mind felt a sense of release and relaxation like never before.

The eerie whispers that had been lingering in my ears seemed to be completely dispelled by this familiar warmth and beautiful scenery.

Evan and Hill gave a general account of what happened, but omitted some details that might involve core secrets.

Hill's eyes lit up when he heard that Ivan had gained the favor of the Bone Saint.

"Doesn't that mean it will be much easier for me to use your name to travel to the underworld of the Dream Realm?"

Although Evan's eyes were still full of proliferating hemangiomas, his mental state had improved a lot.

"Yes!"

"Just mention my name then, it'll work!"

Then, Ivan asked with some curiosity, "Dear senior sister, what are you doing in the underworld?"

Hill fiddled with the ends of her silvery-white hair and said, "You should know that the Dream Realm is much more dangerous than the real world; it's not peaceful here."

"Even many races that do not belong to this world possess powerful weapons that are comparable to extraordinary abilities."

Evan nodded: "Yes, I know that."

Hill's golden eyes gleamed with ambition: "The sanatorium is relatively peaceful now, but it could be attacked any day."

"So for many years, the witches inside the sanatorium have been making various contacts and developing their own factions."

"At the same time, the distribution of power within the entire sanatorium is also directly related to the influence behind it."

"At my current level, I have no way to access any resources or authority of the nursing home."

"Since you have connections in this area, I feel that I can consider the ghoul faction as a potential partner."

"This way, I can be served quickly inside the nursing home."

Evan nodded, "Sure, then next time you go, you can call me, and we can go together. I'll take care of things for you."

Hill nodded, sat up, and started combing her silver-white hair into a high ponytail while slowly putting on her tattered clothes.

"I should send you back to the material world; your spirituality is on the verge of collapse."

"Normal humans cannot regain their spirituality in dreamlike states."

Evan leaned against the bed, gazing admiringly at Hill's flawless, white body, draped in that dignified and reserved robe, his eyes filled with enjoyment.

"By the way, dear senior sister, the Witch of Misfortune is dead, so who will inherit her position?"

As Hill straightened the lace trim on her dress, she said, "The witch's location isn't fixed, but the ritual that binds her to the witch..."

The formula is fixed.

"This ritual is similar to an automated program that, after a witch dies, selects the next person with witch potential based on all the targets who have performed this ritual."

"Given the influence of the Witch of Misfortune in the material world, I feel that a new witch should be born within a few days."

Upon hearing this, Evan's eyes lit up as he recalled Aiden, who longed to see the witch every day at the dock.

"This seems like a good favor!"

"If this kid becomes a witch—it would be like finding a potential collaborator for my good senior sister here."

Hill quickly got dressed, and after a brief farewell, Ivan was soon released from the dream world following the ritual.

When Evan suddenly woke up from his dream, he did not feel physically tired, but mainly mentally tired.

It felt like I hadn't slept for three or four days and had to force my eyes open.

That instinct to just want to sleep left Evan with little ability to discern.

His eyes, covered in hemangiomas, swept around the room, and when he saw the familiar Miller, Edward, and Herbert, he spoke in a hoarse voice.

"Where is this?"

Miller immediately raised his hand and placed it on Evan.

Then Ivan saw some ten-dollar bills slowly burning in front of him.

Soon, a gentle force was injected into his back, and the feeling of extreme fatigue was instantly relieved.

Miller smiled gently: "Let me reintroduce myself, Miller Delano Rolf, a master financier."

"A master-level financier!?"

Although Evan had met Miller many times, this was the first time he had learned about Miller's strength and profession.

However, due to his poor mental state, he was somewhat disoriented.

At that moment, accompanied by a surge of darkness, Vic appeared silently beside them.

He looked at the weakened Ivan and immediately asked with concern, "Arkham, are you alright? What happened next?"

"How did Mr. Sap die!?"

Hearing these seemingly casual yet profound words, Ivan, who had been somewhat confused, barely came to his senses.

"I—I don't know," Evan said weakly.

Miller, who was about to stop him, gave Ivan a thumbs-up after hearing his answer.

Vic, of course, wasn't giving up and hurriedly asked, "So what's wrong with you? Who attacked you?"

Evan said in a hoarse voice, "I was attacked by Klaus. He was the one who tampered with things and dragged me into that horrific sacrificial space."

"Then—I saw several giants fighting, then a violent explosion, and I was attacked by Klaus—"

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"After that, I was rescued by the witch."

Hearing these fragmented words, a hint of resentment appeared in Vic's eyes.

He turned to look at Miller standing to the side, wanting to quickly step forward and continue asking questions.

Miller casually waved his hand, blocking it a meter away.

"Captain Vic, Arkham is very weak right now and needs to rest."

"If you have any questions, you can ask them properly after Arkham has rested."

Miller still wore that gentle and approachable smile, but Vic dared not underestimate this young man.

After a brief silence of two seconds, Vic said gently, "You've worked hard this time. Go back and get some rest!"

Vic wasn't sure if Evan was telling the truth.

He had already received messages from various sources.

Although Sap died in this operation, the overall outcome was not perfect for them.

The leaders of both the noble and church factions suffered heavy losses, and their overall combat strength is only 20% of what it was before. It will take at least several decades to recover.

The explosion was so terrifying that it killed almost all of Ping's spies and representatives from various factions who had been planted around the area.

After the explosion caused by that clash of powers, no one knows what happened next.

At least for now, no one admits that they survived the explosion.

Vic already knew about Ivan's situation from his informants, including the interaction between Ivan and the madman Dick from Xinxiang.

One person fries an egg, another feeds a cat, and then, quite surprisingly, he uses his buttocks to absorb various fragments of holy son power in an abstract way.

Later, when Byron tried to take Evan away, he was indeed attacked by Klaus.

At the same time, those people did indeed detect traces of the witch.

Vic has also basically confirmed through his channels who the witch is: Hill Adolph, the witch who had completely disappeared before.

As Miller and the other two led Ivan into the carriage outside, Vic's expression was a mixture of emotions.

The wheels rolled over the snow and mud of the night, slowly driving into the thick darkness that the dim gaslight could not penetrate, and soon disappeared around the street corner.

"Isn't Armitage meddling a bit too much?!"

Ivan was indeed important to him, but the aftermath and truth of that earth-shattering battle were even more important to him.

If Miller hadn't stopped him, Vic had planned to take advantage of Evan's weakened state and use forceful methods to extract information from his memories.

That's why he chose their special operations team's base as the location for the ceremony.

Because all the facilities here are very complete, if someone wants to hide something, he can turn around and take them into the interrogation room.

But it's clear that Armitage is on a higher level than Vic.

Although Armitage did not come directly, the person he sent was quite influential.

Miller Delano Rolf.

Vic was well aware of the immense power wielded by the Rolf family.

"However, judging from this guy's usual behavior, what he just said should not be a lie."

Vic recalled Ivan's usual way of doing things.

"This guy isn't a purebred Bloodthirsty Race."

"Those who are not bloodthirsty are not immortal, and their entire self-healing ability will be greatly reduced."

"There's no way this guy could have survived that explosion!"

"After all, many masters died there."

With that in mind, Vic changed his mindset: "Just report it normally, there's no need to worry about so many complicated things."

"It's the judges who have a lifespan limit, not me."

"There's no need to please both sides and end up smelling like urine!"

Evan is now considered one of his most capable subordinates.

With the end of this battle, Vic discovered that Ivan wasn't the only capable one.

The Witchers of the Rhine faction seem to have made some new progress.

He had already seen that Richard and the other two had taken the intermediate-level potion, but there were no obvious side effects.

"It seems they've improved upon their previous potions."

"Unexpectedly, this faction, after declining to its lowest point, has rebounded."

With those thoughts in mind, Vic transformed into darkness and vanished.

P.S.: Without monthly passes to back it up, proofreading anchor points is not safe.

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