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

After this little incident, the group filed off the train.

New Haven station was built twenty years earlier than Bolton South station.

The architectural style of the entire platform is closer to the industrial classicism of the late 19th century.

The dome is a huge cast iron frame structure, and the glass curtain wall is covered with a dark yellow layer due to years of coal smoke.

The ground was made of bluestone slabs polished shiny by countless leather shoes, and a few strands of confetti paint left over from last Christmas could still be seen in the cracks, paint that could never be swept away.

The entire station was filled with an old, woody smell, as if it had been repeatedly soaked by time.

At this moment, a large number of students from Sage University, dressed in dark blue spectator uniforms, are queuing up under the guidance of student council representatives and heading towards the regular exit via the huge cast-iron skybridge overhead.

That road was very crowded and noisy.

Evan and his group, on the other hand, used the VIP passage on the other side of the station.

The ground was covered with a thick, red carpet that was older than that of Bolton.

The velvet ropes on both sides are a style that has been passed down from the last century, and the brass of the metal support is somewhat mottled.

As Evan stepped out of the VIP passage, he looked up.

More than a dozen luxury cars of various kinds were parked at the arrival area in front of the station.

Packard, Pierce, Lozier... and so on.

Each one was a different color: silver, blue, black...

The car body was spotless, and the various shiny brass decorations maximized the sense of luxury.

The drivers, dressed in matching dark brown uniforms and wearing their respective family crests on their chests, stood respectfully beside their cars.

Garp had arrived earlier than anyone else.

He opened the rear door of the Model T parked in the first spot and bowed slightly towards Eltin.

Ivan handed his luggage to the receptionist in order.

They then quickly loaded each piece of luggage into the trunk at the back of the car and re-secured it according to family standards.

As the ladies boarded the bus one after another, Kap walked over to Ivan and handed him a few cards.

"You're done here."

His tone was casual and relaxed.

"After lunch, Miss will be visiting the old campus of Aletheia University. There will also be an afternoon tea party in the evening. These occasions will be well-protected, so you won't be needed."

He raised his wrist and looked at his watch.

"It's noon now. You're free to do as you please until 7:30 PM. Then check into the designated hotel; I've arranged your accommodation."

Ivan took the cards.

The first image shows the hotel address, with the name "New Haven Hotel" embossed in gold lettering.

The second document is a temporary identity document, stamped with the Hearst family crest wax seal.

The third image is a small map of New Haven, with important streets marked in red ink.

Ivan raised an eyebrow.

This family's style truly extends to the details.

"And...salary?"

He asked tentatively.

Garp smiled, a meaningful smile playing on his lips.

"We will still issue the papers."

Ivan grinned.

"Mr. Karp. You're a good man, I'll follow you."

Karp patted him on the shoulder, turned around, and climbed into the driver's seat of his Ford Model T.

A dozen or so black Fords lined up in a long row, their engines roaring in succession, and their exhaust pipes spewing out gray-blue smoke.

The convoy started, and one vehicle after another drove away from the station square, heading towards New Haven Upper Town.

Ivan stood still.

He watched the long line of cars drive further and further away, finally disappearing around the street corner.

He and a few other passengers were left in the square, waiting for their horse-drawn carriages.

He just came back to his senses.

"Depend on."

He looked down at the cards in his hand, then at the empty driveway.

"After all that trouble..."

"There's simply no room for me in the car!"

He silently complained to himself.

But he didn't care, after all, he was just a temporary worker.

If they're already paying five dollars a day, there's really no need to squeeze in another parking space.

Moreover, he had originally planned to go to Hill first.

With some free time, Evan found an empty bench by the square and sat down.

The cool oak chair seat sent a chill through the suit trousers.

He took out his pocket watch from his suit pocket and glanced at the time: 12:08.

Then he looked down and opened his attribute panel.

The most prominent line on the entire panel stirred an irrepressible excitement within him.

【Characteristics: Base Vampire Species 31%; Copper Plague 30.371%】

【warn! 】

[Special Trait: Copper Plague has reached 30.371%, and the first stage of its effects is about to be activated.]

[After activating Phase One, you become immune to the vast majority of viruses, bacteria, and fungi, and you can transform parts of your body into hard brass structures.]

[Warning: This effect is a special property, not a drug, and its side effects cannot be reversed.]

[Upon activation, you will gain the following weaknesses:]

[1. Basic Rust – On the first day of each week, rust will appear on random parts of your body.]

[2. Basic Weak Electricity - Your electric resistance is reduced by 20%. -20% effect: When attacked by electricity, your eyes will be instantly blinded.]

Ivan stared at the prompt, slowly stroking his chin.

"Only two side effects. Seems alright."

"Rust doesn't matter. If any part rusts, just break it off; it can heal itself anyway. Once you've collected enough, it'll turn back into pure copper, and you can sell it for money."

A slight smile crept onto his lips.

"Basic weak current? This weakness of reducing resistance is the worst. I'll just have to drink a couple of potions of electrical magic when I have time, and I'll take care of it easily."

He considered it in his mind.

However, he did not immediately click "Confirm Activation".

When the vampire was activated to the first stage, he clearly remembered the feeling of the red blood vessels bursting from his chest and his entire body being reshaped.

During the first stage of copper virus activation, there should also be corresponding, visible external mutations.

This kind of thing shouldn't be done in a busy place like the station square.

Evan closed the panel and put the pocket watch back into his suit pocket.

He looked up at the spire of Aletheia University, gleaming in the pale November sunlight in the direction of Upper New Haven.

"Let's talk about this somewhere secluded."

Having confirmed the effects of the copper plague activation, Evan stood by a bench in the station square, his gaze sweeping over the buildings surrounding New Haven station.

The old train station with its cast-iron dome, the red-brick bank across the street with its exterior walls covered in ivy, and the Anglican church with its pointed spire a little further away.

Everything in this city seemed a bit more mature than in Bolton.

He touched his chin.

"How do I contact Hill?"

Just as he was pondering.

A familiar voice drifted over from behind him.

"Expecting you to contact me? You'd probably be starving by now."

Ivan turned his head in surprise.

Hill was already standing two steps behind him, without him even noticing.

Hill wore a completely unfamiliar style today.

She wore a white knitted beret on her head, with a few strands of golden hair falling naturally from under the brim.

She wore a beige cashmere turtleneck sweater over a fitted light gray long coat.

She wore a light brown plaid long skirt and a pair of small lace-up leather boots.

He had a small dark brown leather bag slung over his arm.

This outfit is completely different from the previous "library teaching assistant" style and the "leather armor hunter" style in the moonlight.

Instead, she seemed like a newly hired female clerk at a law firm, exuding the air of a sophisticated urban woman of this era.

But what doesn't match the clothing is...

Her shoulders were pressed slightly forward.

There was a lingering weariness in his eyes, weariness worn down by work.

A strong sense of corporate slavery seemed to emanate from her entire being.

"You've become more beautiful, senior sister."

Evan spoke with a grin.

Hill snorted after hearing this and raised one eyebrow.

"How does she compare to the Hearst ladies?"

Ivan immediately became serious.

"It's definitely because you're pretty."

He solemnly raised his right hand.

"I swear by the great and healing Heavenly Father."

Hill couldn't help but curl up his lips.

She looked Evan up and down, his three-piece suit giving her a hint of surprise.

"The young man looks quite handsome in that outfit."

She gestured for him to follow.

"This way, let's go eat first."

Ivan smiled and followed.

"Did your senior brother tell you?"

Hill nodded.

"My senior brother told me about the situation over there."

Her tone carried a rare hint of appreciation.

"Well done."

She turned to look at Evan, her golden hair swaying gently in the pale sunlight of late November.

I wasn't wrong about you.

The two walked slowly along the cobblestone street in front of the station, chatting about their recent situations.

Hill had only just gotten rid of the vampire who had been clinging to him two days ago.

She had barely finished fighting and hadn't even had a chance to catch her breath when she was sent out by the library's senior management for a learning exchange.

"During the day, we will visit the library of Aletheia University to study their Dewey decimal classification system."

"This afternoon I'm going to observe the closed-shelf borrowing process at New Haven Public Library. I need to write a report tonight."

She sighed.

"I also need to organize my notes. I need to give a report every three days."

After listening for a while, Evan finally understood.

Where does that suffocating aura of a corporate slave emanate from this female witch hunter who toys with vampires under the moonlight?

"Senior sister."

He spoke from the bottom of his heart.

"If you're tired, go and rest. I can find my way myself."

Hill waved his hand.

"I'll be very busy lately, so I'm taking advantage of this free time today."

Her tone was firm.

"I've decided to take care of your important business first."