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

Upon hearing this, Ivan did not respond.

Elden continued, "Furthermore, I sense that you have been experiencing a lot of misfortune lately."

"You are not cursed, but in the next few days, a series of bad things will happen to you."

Upon hearing this reminder, Ivan immediately thought of his upcoming journey to Arkham.

"Just as I thought! Those people from Arkham Town are definitely not a bunch of nice guys!"

After a moment's thought, Ivan first expressed his gratitude, then spoke in a relaxed and casual tone.

"I've had too many misfortunes along the way, I don't care about these anymore."

"What I'm more concerned about now is, what great power do I possess that could possibly be related to a witch?"

Elden paused for a moment, then tentatively asked, "Have you heard of the Black Sun?"

!!!

Upon hearing those three words, Ivan's eyes flickered.

Elden instantly noticed this detail, which deeply moved him.

She then continued speaking rapidly.

"Based on the memories passed down to me..."

"In ancient legends, witches also had their own symbols."

"And this symbol is a black sun that emits a faint golden light."

"Subsequently, for some reason, this round of solar activity completely collapsed..."

"From then on, witches were completely reduced to parasites, surviving in the cracks between various factions."

After hearing Elden's words, Evan was immediately filled with shock.

He never imagined that the extraordinary characteristics of the Black Sun series would be so closely related to the entire witch system.

"What exactly is this Black Sun? How come it's everywhere?!"

Ivan was shocked and filled with intense doubt.

He then recalled what was mentioned when the panel introduced the characteristics of the Black Sun.

"The Black Sun is the opposite of the Sun... Could it be that this characteristic corresponds to those traits imbued with a great deal of resentment and madness?"

"Otherwise, this feature wouldn't emphasize carrying and bearing weight..."

"And the overall message is quite similar to the nature of black holes..."

"Was the power that thing originally held held by some miserable figure burdened with all the sins and madness of this world?"

Thinking of this, Evan suddenly remembered the side effect of the Black Sun Wings: it required 10 times the energy of a normal human!

"Isn't this just a laborer-type superpower?! Carrying a bunch of junk, so you need to eat like crazy to maintain your stamina!"

"Sounds pretty high-class, but it doesn't seem much different from being a laborer on a construction site!"

While Evan was pondering this in his mind, Elden saw that Evan was silent and knew that Evan definitely had a special secret in this regard.

So Elden didn't ask any further questions and said in a very respectful tone, "Mr. Arkham, I won't mind if you don't want to talk about it."

Everyone has a special secret.

"But please believe me, I am not asking these questions to pry into your deepest secrets."

"But the existence of the Black Sun is extremely important to the entire witch system."

"What I'm thinking is, if you really possess those legendary related characteristics..."

"I have a ritual here that you might find useful."

Ivan raised an eyebrow: "What ceremony?"

Elden said, "A special sacrificial ritual."

"You should have heard from the Sage Witch that the entire witch system has a special control over potions."

"The reason we have this control is because we can use this sacrificial ritual to sacrifice the overall side effects as offerings."

"And the target of the sacrifice was that great black sun."

!!!

Upon hearing this, Ivan felt another wave of shock wash over him.

He hadn't expected that the witch's control over potions wasn't based on her own high tolerance for poison.

They actually used the side effects of the potion they took as sacrifices...

"Wait! Wait!"

Upon hearing this, Ivan felt a chill run down his spine.

In an instant, he felt his scalp tingle and his skin covered in goosebumps.

"The witches can transfer the side effects to the Black Sun through sacrifice, and combined with the Black Sun's characteristics..."

"He is indeed willing to bear these twisted and insane things."

"How come the essence of this thing is so similar to my Nine Dragons Power!?"

"However, the power of the Nine Dragons is more advanced; it can reverse those side effects."

"What if the Black Sun could also gain power from these side effects..."

"Holy crap! Could the power of the Nine Dragons be related to the Black Sun too!?"

As he spoke, Ivan grew increasingly surprised, but his face remained impassive.

He did not rashly allow Elden to tell him about the ceremony.

Because once you ask, it's as if you've confirmed that you do indeed have traits related to the Black Sun.

At this stage, Ivan does not want others to know that he possesses the Wings of the Black Sun.

We should wait until we meet with Grandma before discussing it further.

So he didn't dwell on the topic too much: "Ms. Elden, thank you for telling me so much today."

"However, I'm not really interested in this at the moment."

"If I ever manage to acquire these powers, I will contact you."

A hint of disappointment flashed in Elden's eyes after hearing Ivan's refusal.

Although disappointed, she still stood up and said, "In that case, I won't trouble you any further."

"I would like to express my gratitude once again for your previous help."

Ivan smiled and said, "Thank you for providing me with such crucial information."

After seeing Elden off, Evan casually pulled out the gold and prepared a sumptuous dinner for it.

"Witch... Black Sun."

Leaning back in his chair, Evan's mind raced, the light from the kerosene lamp dividing his face into light and shadow, making him look strange and mysterious.

"Looks like I'll have to have a good talk with my senior sister about this topic when I have time."

The rest of the time passed without incident. After a good night's sleep, Evan went to the company the next day and successfully made an appointment with Mr. Dylan to finalize the cooperation.

Thanks to yesterday's advance preparations, both parties agreed to depart at 9:00 AM tomorrow, with the meeting point remaining at Bolton South Station.

The remaining day was spent mainly preparing with David.

Thanks to the considerable space inside the second-stage Star Eater's Bite, Ivan placed a large amount of necessary supplies inside during the preparation process.

In addition to various potions and mystical materials, there were two bottles of blood, each with a capacity of one liter, as well as a large amount of brown sugar and beans.

Blood can prevent one from being trapped in a small space and prevent sudden loss of mental control after a blood addiction.

The brown sugar and beans that followed were the cheapest energy supplements he could currently buy.

David's wasn't as convenient, but fortunately he had his own tool backpack.

In the end, he carried three bags of various sizes, one of which was carried by Evan.

1911 4 Month 17 Day.

Evan and David arrived at Bolton South Station with their bags on their backs and soon spotted Dylan and his group, who were carrying suitcases of various sizes and dressed in fairly ordinary but capable clothes.

Nowadays, Dylan and his group are not wearing those decent clothes.

Everyone was dressed in light green or yellowish-green canvas adventure clothing, with a backpack on their back and a suitcase in their hand.

The team consisted of five people, led by Dylan, who was dressed in dark green.

Two boys and two girls followed behind him.

The two boys looked to be in their early twenties and seemed to be nearing graduation from university.

Although he had the naivety of a college student, he was much more mature and experienced than Evan's classmates.

The other two girls are, firstly, Erting, who is wearing a fitted, yellow-green tracksuit today.

The trouser legs were tied tightly shut, and her feet were clad in a pair of lace-up high boots.

Today, Erdin was extremely low-key compared to her usual self, without the heavy makeup that could leave a deep handprint if slapped.

Her face is naturally beautiful and elegant, with fair cheeks and a touch of cute baby fat. Combined with her high nose bridge and big eyes, she looks so lovely that you just want to give her a big kiss!

Her jet-black hair was styled into two braids, and she wore a simple soft hat.

The eyes beneath the brim of the hat blinked, less aristocratic and reserved than usual, and more lively and adorable.

The girl behind her was plain-looking and wearing similar sportswear.

But compared to Eldin's slender build, the girl looked significantly more robust.

She had a large bag on her back and a suitcase in her hand, but she stood there steadily and gracefully.

Ivan could tell at a glance that the girl was an extraordinary being.

The two groups quickly reunited. Erdin didn't show excessive enthusiasm, simply nodding slightly to Evan.

Dylan turned and introduced them, saying, "Miss Hearst, you know them. These two are my students."

He first pointed to the tall and muscular young man on the left and said.

"You can just call him Milton."

"He is a senior in the Biology Department of Wise University, and you are alumni."

Then Dylan pointed to the young man on the right, who was wearing glasses and a fisherman's hat.

"This is Stanley, a senior majoring in biology at Sage University."

"Now they are my assistants and students, and they are two very outstanding kids."

Ivan warmly shook hands with the two men.

The burly Milton grinned and said, "I've known of Mr. Arkham's name for a long time!"

"I feel very safe and secure having your protection this time!"

The man on the right, wearing glasses, also smiled and said, "I already learned about your remarkable social skills from Saddam yesterday."

As he spoke, Stanley gave a thumbs-up: "It's so reassuring to have you around!"

From the look in Stanley's eyes, Ivan could tell that the other man already knew about his glorious feat of taking Saddam to the Poison Blade gang's territory and forcing those gang members to urinate.

He grinned dismissively, "Since we're all acquaintances, let's skip the formalities and get going!"

Afterwards, the group, carrying large and small bags, went to their respective private rooms.

Bolton is not far from Arkham. After a two-hour train journey, accompanied by the sound of a whistle, the train stopped at a somewhat dilapidated station.

The size of this station is nowhere near that of places like Bolton or New Haven.

There is very little stone slab paving on either side, and the waiting hall that extends forward is just a small, old two-story building.

The station is quite small, and further into the distance are old buildings of varying heights and arranged in a stepped pattern.

These buildings are generally no more than four stories high, and their overall style is still that of an old-fashioned post-colonial era.

Those pointed, folded roofs are crammed together, the weathered wooden tiles have long since turned black and gray, and the rotten wood underneath is exposed through the holes.

The narrow streets and alleys meander among the buildings, like a maze.

A river meanders through the middle of the town, its surface shrouded in a layer of grayish-white mist that covers most of the town.

The whole town exuded an inexplicable sense of deathly stillness and decay.

A group of seven people carrying large and small bags got off the train, only to find that very few other passengers were getting off there.

Including them, there were only about a dozen people getting off the bus here.

The others on the bus watched as the group of people carrying large and small bags got off the bus, a smug smirk playing on their lips.

After getting off the train, you can see that the few remaining stone slabs on the ground have become uneven and potholed, and the corners and gaps on both sides are filled with fallen leaves and garbage that no one has swept.

The staff in front of us were also quite lazy, and the whole place gave off a lazy and dilapidated vibe.

After landing, Stanley adjusted his glasses and looked around excitedly: "Is this the legendary Arkham?"

"I'd like to experience it for myself..."

Pooh!

Before he could finish speaking, another large glob of phlegm suddenly flew over from a distance.

Just then, Evan flicked a crumpled piece of paper with perfect precision, directly blocking the thick phlegm before it fell to the ground.

Stanley's eyes widened immediately, and then he saw a gaunt middle-aged man in the distance wearing old clothes, opening his toothless mouth and letting out a strange laugh.

"Gagaga!"

"You damned, despicable outsiders! Get out of Arkham!"

Upon seeing this strange middle-aged man, a flicker of fear flashed instinctively in Stanley's eyes, and he took a step back.

This guy looks terrifying.

However, the train behind him was about to start moving, and he had already missed a step and was about to fall into the gap of the train.

"what!"

At this moment, Stanley felt his body was out of control, and his head slammed directly into the slowly moving train carriage.

At the crucial moment, David grabbed it back.

"Are you alright?"

Stanley, who had survived the ordeal, turned pale and shook his head, panting heavily.

A maid whispered in Eltin's ear, "The people of Arkham are all abnormal!"

Erdin smiled slightly, but didn't say anything more.

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