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

Upon hearing this, Ivan's eyes widened immediately: "Ah! Black... Sun Wings, it actually has such an incredible effect?"

Dick nodded, his expression grave, and continued.

"Because our three professions started from a low level, our extraordinary characteristics are generally not planned."

"Although masters can successfully merge, even after merging, some characteristics still have huge contradictions and adverse reactions when forming a domain."

"Therefore, if mages, witches, and demon hunters want to become lords, they need to acquire some special traits."

At this point, Dick's face showed a hint of anticipation: "The legendary Black Sun trait is a rare and extraordinary trait that comes directly from the favor of the gods."

"Its own attributes are opposite to those of the sun and the moon, and it possesses the authority to bear and merge."

"Legend has it that if one can fully master the Black Sun Wings, not only will their survivability increase, but they will also be able to fly!"

"Furthermore, it can be carried on the back with those wings, allowing previously difficult-to-integrate characteristics to be perfectly combined."

"Greatly reduces the difficulty of becoming a master and lord."

Upon hearing this, Ivan quickly turned his head and adjusted the corners of his mouth that he couldn't suppress.

"What's wrong?" Dick asked. Ivan turned the back of his head to Dick and said, "I'm checking if anyone's eavesdropping!"

Hearing this, Dick gave a thumbs up: "You're definitely my good brother! Very vigilant!"

"We definitely need to be careful; this is a top-secret information that countless people want to know but can't find a way to access!"

His voice carried a hint of wistfulness: "I stole...ancient records that I discovered during an archaeological excavation, all by accident."

Ivan nodded, suppressing a laugh: "I understand, you're doing preventative anti-tomb raiding work."

Upon hearing Ivan's professional and precise vocabulary, Dick's eyes lit up, and he nodded repeatedly, "Yes, yes, yes!"

"Preventative anti-tomb raiding work...hehe, that's a fantastic phrase! Hahaha!"

With that, Dick lifted the frying pan and patted Ivan on the shoulder: "So, interested?"

"That place is in an underground pyramid in a rainforest in South America."

"I've already contacted two people, but I still need a few more professionals!"

"For example, witchers with powerful vitality and strong physiques!"

Hearing this, Ivan pondered for a moment: "Approximately when?" Dick replied, "About a year from now."

"The tomb was set up with a very sophisticated magic array, and the opening time of the entire tomb is based on the celestial phenomena."

"It can only open when the celestial configuration is correct."

Evan hummed in agreement: "I can think about it. Anyway, it's still early. I'll let you know if it's suitable."

Dick nodded happily after hearing Ivan agree.

"Then let's settle this for now. There's still over a year; you can take your time preparing!"

"It would be best if you could successfully break through to the Master level!"

The two didn't say much after that. Evan watched Dick disappear into the snowy night under the dim streetlights.

Finally, rubbing his rumbling stomach, he sighed, "Sigh! I guess I won't be getting a free meal today!"

He then took the tram back to Gooding Street and went to the soon-to-be-closed Lucky Bee restaurant, where he ordered a cheap dinner for seventy cents.

After slightly filling his empty stomach with various carbohydrates, proteins, and fats, Evan returned home comfortably.

He set up a spiritual shield in the room, then reached behind his back and pulled out a thick, jet-black bone. It was clear that neither its size nor its shape belonged to a human.

Its size is comparable to that of a human wrist, and more than 50% of it is straight, with the remaining 50% having some curvature.

It has an indescribable pitch-black color.

Despite having no life or fluids, it appears as if countless oil and graphite are mixed together and flowing back and forth.

The deep blackness seemed to swallow up all the surrounding light.

The overall structure feels quite heavy and hard to the touch. Its texture has nothing to do with bone; it's more like a piece of obsidian that has been forged and refined to be incredibly smooth.

He bent his fingers and tapped them with his fingernails.

Ding Ding Ding!

There was no dull, bone-like sound; instead, it produced a clinking sound like gemstones striking metal.

After fiddling with the bone in his hand for a moment, Evan opened his mouth and stuffed it inside.

"Crack!"

With a forceful bite, Ivan felt a sharp pain in his gums. As he pulled out the bone, which was covered in his own saliva, three blood-stained molars also fell out.

"Holy crap! Is this thing really that hard!?"

"My teeth!"

As he spoke, Evan hurriedly picked up the tooth and was about to put it in his mouth.

Just as he placed the tooth on his gums, he discovered that three new teeth had already grown in.

"Hey! I can't waste my own nutrition!"

Evan sighed and casually stuffed the three teeth into his mouth and swallowed them.

After swallowing the tooth, his gaze fell on the rib in his hand.

"As expected of the rib of a superior, and it can easily pierce my scales, it is indeed tough enough."

"Since force doesn't work, how about I simmer it slowly over low heat?"

Evan immediately pulled out his copper pot from his back and placed it on the stove.

Because the rib was so large, Evan could only add as much water as possible. Then he placed the rib vertically in the water, leaving just about a third of it submerged.

"Regular stewing won't work; I should use potion-making techniques to process it."

Thinking of this, Ivan's eyes suddenly lit up: "I'm a fucking genius!"

He then quickly gathered all the materials currently in his home.

First, he took out a stone fragment from the idol, then prepared a piece of his own poisoned blood, and then plucked a jet-black feather from the Black Sun Wing.

Once everything was ready, Evan first poured the water out of the pot.

Then, water was added back into the pot, and the pot was infused with spiritual energy by placing both hands on its sides.

"I want to concoct a potion that possesses the properties of the Black Sun Furnace!"

As spiritual energy was infused, ripples spread across the calm water, and a glimmer of light, rarely seen by ordinary people, flashed by.

Immediately afterward, Ivan inserted the rib vertically, followed by his own poisoned blood.

The moment the poisonous blood was added to the pot, the contents began to boil violently, as if hot oil had met cold water.

"So intense? This doesn't seem right." Although he had some doubts, Evan couldn't care less about that at the moment.

Then they put in the stone fragments of the idol and the black feathers.

A dozen seconds later, as the boiling subsided, Ivan continued to add coal to the furnace.

"Hehehe! I hope I can brew a potion with a black sun furnace!"

As Evan thought to himself, he couldn't help but grin and let out a strange laugh.

In the pitch-black kitchen late at night, the flames burned rapidly, and the light shining through the cracks in the old stove reflected on Evan's face.

At this moment, Evan's demeanor was not that of a normal person, but more like that of an old witch brewing a pot of poison in a dark cellar!

The black liquid in the pot was bubbling and churning, and the rising steam carried an indescribable, eerie smell.

Five minutes passed quickly, and there was no indication on the copper pot.

Fifteen minutes passed, and the water in the pot had almost evaporated, but there was still no notification.

Ivan turned around, refilled the water, and continued boiling...

This continued until dawn. The whole room was filled with steam, and the entire copper pot was glowing red-hot.

However, the result was that the rib inside remained completely still, leaving only a strange, pasty mass at the bottom of the pot.

"This must be a failure, right?" Evan sighed as his last hope was dashed.

Upon closer inspection, the rib was found to be undamaged and its surface remained perfectly smooth.

Undeterred, Evan put the rib he had cooked overnight into his mouth and chewed it hard.

quack!

"Hmm! It's a little different from yesterday!" Evan's eyes lit up.

He then removed his ribs, which didn't even have a single tooth mark on them.

The only difference is that I lost three teeth yesterday, and today I lost five!!

"Blanch!!"

Ibn instinctively wanted to throw the rib on the ground, but was worried that it would smash through the floor.

Reluctantly, he shoved it into his lower back and stored it in his storage space. Finally, with no other option, Ivan picked up a spoon and stuffed the black lump from the bottom of the pot into his mouth.

However, this lump of stuff didn't even trigger a notification on the system panel.

In other words, this thing is no different from normal food and has no extraordinary effects whatsoever!

Like eating a candy pill, he casually stuffed the five teeth back into his mouth and swallowed them, then looked out the window where it had already lit up.

"It seems that not just any materials can be used to make potions!"

"Materials for those of the higher ranks... it seems only those of the higher ranks can refine them!"

Although he hadn't achieved much after staying up all night, Evan, who never fretted over things, wasn't in a bad mood at all.

"On the bright side, at least I haven't been corrupted by the extraordinary properties of these ribs!"

"Ha ha!"

Smiling, Evan first prepared breakfast for Gold.

While waiting for the gold to eat, Evan washed his face and tidied up his dark stubble.

He then tucked the gold into his lower back, went out for a seventy-cent breakfast, and took the tram to Federal Avenue. He needed to check on Morales' condition today.

Now, one-third of the Holy Son's power resides in him, and it's unknown whether this kid has awakened some special ability.

At nine o'clock in the morning, Evan arrived at Federal Avenue with considerable ease.

Just as Evan passed by Hill's house, he noticed something unusual about the doorbell.

At this moment, a crepe cloth hung on the doorbell handle, trimmed with a white satin ribbon.

In this era, hanging a crepe-like garment generally signifies the death of someone in the family.

The color white generally represents unmarried young men and women in the family.

This means that, in the eyes of the material world and her parents, Hill is now completely dead.

At this time, many relatively respectable neighbors appeared at their doorsteps, talking in hushed tones, and occasionally casting inquiring glances at Adolf's house.

The middle-aged couple standing at the door didn't seem too sad; instead, they exuded a sense of peace.

Ivan covered his hair and eyes, activated his Demon Hunter Vision to observe carefully, and found that this calmness was not feigned.

They didn't exude much sadness; instead, they seemed relieved and relaxed. Seeing this, Ivan was both amused and exasperated.

"My dear senior sister's decision was absolutely right. No wonder you guys arrested her so easily back then!"

This shows that the parents have feelings for their daughter, but not many.

For many years, the concern about Hill has been more about him ruining the family's reputation.

Now that their daughter, who had escaped their control and tarnished the family's reputation, is dead, it is a relief and a liberation for them.

Ivan had no interest in imposing any additional punishment on the two of them.

After all, it's someone else's family matter. Now that his senior sister has completely severed ties, there's no need for him to get involved excessively.

As he was observing, Ivan saw the Morales family coming out of Adolf's house.

Ivan didn't go up to them immediately, but quietly followed the three of them until they arrived at Morales' house before going over to say hello.

Old Morales warmly invited Ivan to come in and have a seat.

Ivan smiled and said, "No, Mr. Morales, I just wanted to ask him about some things."

Old Morales nodded, then turned and left with his wife. It seemed that the tragedy in Adolf's family had affected Morales, and the middle-aged man no longer possessed the same strong desire for control as before.

Her eyes and brows seemed to show a greater acceptance and trust in her son.

After his parents left, Morales sighed, "Oh! Poor Sister Adolf!"

Ivan sighed and said, "It's gotten to this point; perhaps death is a relief!"

Morales hummed in agreement, his eyes instinctively glancing to either side, and said in a low voice.

"It truly is a relief!"

"I noticed his parents didn't seem very sad at the funeral; they even laughed out loud occasionally!"

"How cold-blooded!"

After a pause, Morales asked curiously, "What brings you here?"

Evan asked curiously, "Have you felt unwell these past few days, or had any dreams last night?"

Hearing this, Morales hesitated for a moment, then asked, "Why are you asking this?"

"You should have heard about the Sap Group thing by now," Ivan said casually. Morales nodded. "It shouldn't concern me much, right?"

Evan casually made up a story: "The bone disc that gave you nightmares came from the Sap Group."

"You've probably heard about some hurtful things lately, and they were all done by some special people they secretly employ."

"I was worried that there might be some other signs on your body, so I came to ask."

Upon hearing this, Morales' face showed shock, then he immediately cursed angrily, "This corporation is truly a bunch of beasts, they're too wicked!"

P.S.: Evan: I failed to become a master of splits and even lost eight teeth. Please vote with some monthly tickets!