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

It is said that this group of demon hunters is very versatile.

Many tasks that were too difficult for the authorities to handle were outsourced to this Witcher faction at high prices, and they completed them all exceptionally well.

They made a fortune.

During their casual conversation, they quickly learned that the leader of this faction was named Arkham!

The names of the other members of the company perfectly matched the names the two of them remembered!

Since Bolton and Worcester are not far apart, the two wanted to go over several times to ask if they needed any help, but in the end they were too embarrassed to do so.

After all, the two sides are not very close.

They're currently on the rise, making a fortune with their great job, and you're just watching them go by...

Both brother and sister felt unwell.

In the time that followed, the two siblings kept hearing good news about Evan and his friends.

First, Richard cracked a cult case and received an extra $500 reward.

Erlon once again defeated the out-of-control evil spirit and received an extra $400 bonus.

David used a brand-new magic potion to slay the metal demon and received a $600 reward from the church.

……

Seeing these messages, the two siblings' eyes reddened with envy.

After all, the tasks they usually receive only earn them less than a hundred dollars per order on average.

After deducting costs, it's only about forty or fifty dollars.

This amount of money is considerable for ordinary people; it's enough for a family to have a decent dinner for a while.

But for extraordinary beings like witchers, it's far too little, a drop in the ocean.

After all, fifty dollars is the price of two bottles of magic potion.

It was precisely because of this mental journey that the brother and sister instinctively felt like they were dreaming when they heard Ivan's offer to recruit them.

Raine's eyes widened, his pupils filled with a dreamlike disbelief.

"Mr. Arkham, you...you're not joking, are you?"

Ivan chuckled. "Of course I'm not joking. I didn't bring this up; it was Richard and the others."

"After all, we've received several orders related to water transport recently."

"But since none of us can swim, we had no choice but to turn down these orders in the end."

"After all, employers only trust contractors like us who have letters of authorization, so they didn't introduce us to you."

Rein, regaining his composure, said with a face full of shame, "You don't need to explain these things to us. These are all your valuable clients."

As he spoke, the corners of Ryan's mouth couldn't help but turn upwards as he turned to look at his sister.

Leqi, standing to the side, had already taken off her headscarf, revealing her hair, which was somewhat disheveled by the wind.

Her cheeks and ear tips were flushed with excitement, and her face was full of joy.

Even the previous dazed and confused state had vanished.

"Thank you! Mr. Arkham! Thank you!"

"If you are willing to give us this opportunity, we will definitely work harder and will not let you down."

Ivan smiled and said, "You don't need to be too nervous, but you'll need to go to Bolton City to discuss the details of the subsequent cooperation."

At this point, Ivan said with a hint of mystery, "After all, we also have some trade secrets on our side."

"If you want to join the company, you will have to pay some price in terms of your freedom."

The two were not surprised after hearing this, and had no questions.

As long as they have time to come back and take care of their families, and can have a stable income, everything else is negotiable.

Finally, the three of them chatted as they arrived in the hills north of Worcester.

My shoes trod on the muddy ground unique to spring, leaving muddy footprints with every step.

After passing through trees that had begun to sprout, the group finally arrived at a valley at 10:00 a.m.

Some temporary camps had already been set up in the valley.

A green camouflage canvas tent was propped up there on a simple frame.

The canvas was heavy with night dew, and water was still dripping from the edges. Underneath the tent were some supplies packed in boxes.

At this moment, three middle-aged men in the camp were sizing up a person.

The man was tied to a tree, uttering continuous wails and roars.

You can tell from those colorful eyes that this is a mage.

The young monk's skin was swollen, his forehead was covered with bone spurs, fangs had grown from his mouth, and a lot of red hair had grown on his head and neck.

But the monk didn't seem to have lost his mind yet, speaking in pain and wailing.

"Please! Please! I feel so awful... I'm not eating anymore!"

"Let me go! I'm getting married next week... Waaaaah..."

But the young monk's wailing did not elicit any pity; the three middle-aged men recorded the entire process with expressionless faces.

The middle-aged man in the middle, wearing a smart vest, is holding a cane with a polished silver ball at the top that looks like the heads of three people.

The middle-aged man said coldly, "Taking the money and then wanting to back out? That's not very nice, is it?"

"Your fiancée is currently using our money to renovate the house."

"If you don't take this medicine, then she'll have to take it."

While they were speaking.

On the left, someone is holding a notebook and quickly jotting something down.

The middle-aged man on the right is holding a bizarre camera covered in blood and flesh, and is taking pictures of the young monk who is speaking.

With each press, the camera would throb dully, as if it were alive.

Upon hearing this, the young monk fell silent.

Soon, an even more terrifying mutation formed on the young mage's body. More and more bones grew in his head, his arms and legs rapidly enlarged, and his muscles proliferated uncontrollably.

In less than a minute, it turned into a state where half of its body was twisted and obese, the other half was about the same size as a normal person, and its entire head was covered with dense bone spurs.

What shocked Ivan was that even in this situation, the young mage still retained his self-awareness.

However, he wasn't aggressive at the moment; he just kept crying.

After the recording ended, the middle-aged man flicked his finger, and the rope binding the young man's body silently flew up and wrapped around the middle-aged man's waist.

The two siblings, Raine and Ivan, standing next to him, turned pale upon seeing this scene, their eyes filled with terror.

Ivan patted the two men on the shoulders and said, "Don't be afraid, at worst we'll just not make this money."

Upon hearing this, the two siblings fell silent.

At this moment, the middle-aged man seemed to hear Ivan's voice and revealed a cold smile: "Then we'll see if they have the money to pay back."

"I gave them so much money for nothing. I didn't come here to do charity."

Hearing this, Evan's heart sank, and he turned to look at Ryan and Leqi.

Raine said in a low voice, "During a previous mission, Leqi suffered from spiritual corruption, and in order to heal Leqi... I signed a contract."

"I can't just watch her die like this!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Evan instantly remembered what Richard had emphasized to him on the night he first became a Witcher.

"Never sign any contracts with capitalists, especially those involving extraordinary loans!"

Ivan didn't say much, silently looking at Rein's face.

Leqi grabbed her brother's hand, her eyes reddening slightly.

Rein, on the other hand, was slightly ashamed and dared not look Ivan in the eye.

Ivan didn't say much after that, he just patted Ryan on the shoulder and said, "I understand."

"Spending money to treat a loved one is a very normal thing to do, and there is no need to feel ashamed."

Upon hearing this, Ryan suddenly raised his head. The burly man in his thirties was blinking rapidly, tears streaming down his face.

This was the first time he had heard recognition from a superhuman since signing the contract, instead of ridicule and mockery.

Everyone in the lower echelons of the extraordinary world knows that you shouldn't sign contracts with capitalists or large organizations.

But ideals are often far from reality.

In daily life, there will always be hurdles that we can't overcome because of money.

For example, if a close relative is seriously ill, you can save their life if you have money, but if you don't have money, you can only watch them die.

How to choose?

Many problems are unsolvable in daily life, so Evan never makes choices these days.

He either wants it all, or he doesn't want it all!

Ivan shielded the two behind him and strode over.

As she walked, she loosened the tie around her neck: "What medicine do they need? Can I take it for them?"

Upon hearing this, the three turned to look at each other. The middle-aged man who was leading them smiled slightly and said, "I know you, Arkham, the potion maniac from Bolton City."

"But unfortunately..."

The middle-aged man chuckled lightly, and said decisively in a mocking tone, "No way!"

"They have their medications, and you have yours!"

"I know that because of your immortal ancestor, you have an unusual resistance to drugs!"

"But medicine requires quantity; one person can't prove anything."

After listening, Ivan didn't refute anything, but turned to ask, "I heard you're from the Institute of Excellence!?"

Upon hearing the other party mention the name of his organization, the middle-aged man slightly puffed out his chest.

"It seems you're not as reckless and foolish as the rumors say."

"That's right, we are researchers from the Institute of Excellence!"

"Pioneers and sages at the forefront of the entire extraordinary realm!"

"You witchers, and those big corporations..."

"For many years you have been using the things we developed!"

Ivan wasn't interested in that, and turned to look at this: "The contract you signed with this financier?"

Renn nodded.

The middle-aged man asked curiously, "What? You're planning to help him pay off his debts?!"

Ivan grinned and said to the two men working behind the middle-aged man, "Hey! This is none of your business, get lost."

The two researchers paused for a moment upon hearing this, then gave a disdainful look: "None of your business!"

call!

The next instant, a terrifying gust of wind from the fist swept past.

boom!

The immense impact shattered the dollar shield in front of the middle-aged man.

The financier instantly stepped on two US dollar bills and slid backward more than 20 meters, floating in mid-air.

That haughty and elegant demeanor just now was filled with shock and coldness.

"Everyone says you're a reckless brute and a madman, and seeing you today confirms it."

"Are you trying to break the rules of the extraordinary world? Paying back debts is a matter of course!"

"If you don't even keep your contracts, then no one will dare lend you witchers money in the future!"

Hearing this threat escalate from an individual to a collective one, Ivan grinned, revealing his sunny and cheerful smile.

"Don't worry, I will pay you back, but I'm not targeting the current rules and capitalists, I'm targeting your Excellence Research Institute."

"Mice should stay quietly in dream worlds, how dare they come to the real world to act tough?"

"I think you guys are really tired of living!"

Hearing the somewhat unfamiliar yet surprisingly impactful and threatening words from Ivan's mouth, the middle-aged man's face instantly darkened.

"You damn lunatic, you're not here to test the drug today, you're here to cause trouble, aren't you?"

Ivan grinned: "Because there's something wrong with your medicine!"

"I'm not just here to cause trouble today!"

"I'm still here to kill someone!"

Now, Evan has set his sights on this guy's memories.

After all, we were just planning yesterday to get our hands on the memories of a core member of the research institute.

Today, this financier has delivered himself to our doorstep.

It's true what they say, when you want to sleep, a pillow comes to you!

Bang!

Ivan's body soared into the air and hurtled directly towards the financier in mid-air.

With a casual wave of his hand, the financier sent countless coins flying like metal beetles across the sky.

Rumble rumble rumble...

Accompanied by a sound like a violent impact, it all exploded on Ivan's body.

……

Ren and Leqi, who were standing some distance away, were completely dumbfounded by what they saw.

They hadn't expected Ivan to be so direct and temperamental.

Having just heard Ivan's offer of help and seen a glimmer of hope, the two were already planning to sell everything they owned to pay back the money they owed.

After all, as long as there is hope for the future and a stable income, the money we owe now is not a problem.

However, before the two could even negotiate with the other party, Ivan immediately took action to stand up for them without saying a word.

At this moment, the two were so excited that they couldn't stop crying.

After all, they hadn't known each other for very long, and had only met two or three times.

They never expected that Ivan would be willing to fight against the Institute of Excellence for the sake of two such down-on-their-luck demon hunters!

The brother and sister exchanged a glance and both saw the boundless gratitude and shock in each other's eyes.

The two then silently clasped each other's hands, and Ryan whispered, "Leqi! Take good care of Mother!"

"Mr. Arkham stood up for us, and we can't just stand by and watch."

"But if we all work together, we can't all get hurt."

"I'll go help, be careful!"

Leqi was still trying to grab her brother's hand when Ryan rushed forward.

At this moment, Ryan's actions were not only an expression of his gratitude to Ivan.

There's also the issue of current stance.

He hoped to express his loyalty to his new boss through this battle.

After all, Ivan had just shown them this path, a path so full of hope and light.

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