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

He raised his head, his voice carrying a rare hint of urgency.

"So what should I do next?"

Armitage looked at him and gave the answer seriously.

"Make her lose interest in you."

"...How do you do it?"

The old man leaned back in his chair: "As the price of immortality, her mind is being eroded little by little by dreams."

"Therefore, she needs her own bloodline as a sacrifice to maintain control over her own will."

To put it bluntly.

He raised his teacup: "Whenever she's about to forget who she is, she eats some of her own offspring to perk herself up."

Upon hearing this, Ivan's lips twitched slightly.

"...Your description is quite down-to-earth."

Armitage ignored him and held up one finger.

"What you need to do is very simple."

"Make her think you're stinky and useless."

"I feel that eating you will not only not benefit me, but will actually harm me."

The moment I heard that sentence.

Ivan's face, which had been wearing a bitter expression, suddenly curled up at the corners of his mouth.

Moreover, the higher it sticks out, the more unrestrained it becomes.

"PhD."

His voice was tinged with excitement.

Is it really that simple?

Armitage looked at the guy's bright, sunny smile, which was clearly starting to veer off in a strange direction, and reached out to touch his forehead.

"not simple."

The old man sighed.

"She corrects her deviations by ensuring the purity of her bloodline."

"So what you need to do is make your blood mixed and chaotic."

He looked up, his expression serious: "It would be best if there were some extraordinary characteristics running inside."

"The more chaotic, the better."

Ivan abruptly covered his mouth with both hands, forcibly pressing down the corners of his mouth that were constantly turning upwards.

His shoulders trembled slightly, and his jaw muscles bulged and relaxed.

"what happened to you?"

Armitage frowned.

Evan coughed, his ears turning red.

"fine."

"It's just... I suddenly thought of some happy things."

Armitage looked at the young man, who was frequently having nervous breakdowns, and didn't ask any further questions.

"Fortunately, you're already a Witcher."

The old man picked up his pen again.

"One can gradually change the composition of their blood through magic potions."

"You're studying at the University of the Wise, right?"

Ivan suppressed a laugh and squeezed out a single word through gritted teeth.

"Correct."

He knew that this kind of expression was impolite in front of his elders. But he just couldn't hold it in.

Armitage hesitated for a few seconds: "Are you interested in learning alchemy?"

Ivan's eyes suddenly lit up.

"After you learn it, you can make your own potions."

The old man tapped the table twice with the tip of his pen: "In the process of learning, you can also use this knowledge to gradually improve your physical condition."

"Let that witch slowly lose interest in you."

Ivan practically jumped up from his chair: "I do!"

His voice was so loud that Armitage's pen trembled.

A burning, undisguised, almost fanatical fire ignited in those eyes.

"PhD!"

He patted his chest heavily: "I've been waiting for this day for a long time!"

"All I lack is an opportunity!"

Armitage was so taken aback by the volcanic eruption-like gesture that he burst out laughing.

"Row."

I'll write you a letter of recommendation.

“I have an old friend over there. His lab has a collaboration with the Faculty of Medicine at Sage University.”

"You can go there as an assistant and gain some medical experience along the way."

Ivan nodded three times: "Thank you, dear Doctor."

Armitage's smile vanished. The atmosphere in the entire office instantly sombered, even the ticking of the clock in the corner seemed exceptionally clear.

"in addition."

His voice returned to the solemnity of an investigator: "I have an important task for you."

Ivan sat up straight, his smile fading, and said, "Please speak."

The old man looked at him over his glasses: "I've found out that there's a small group in Bolton City secretly producing some kind of special drug."

"The virus in that drug is highly infectious and can also turn people into mindless zombies."

Ivan's pupils moved almost imperceptibly.

"This force's main area of ​​activity is in Bolton City."

Armitage continued, "But they are well hidden. They are scattered in the gaps between several factions, such as the Healing Church and the Red King's Laboratory."

"Your drug resistance is quite good. And it just so happens that you need to contaminate your blood to a certain extent."

The old man raised his finger: "I think this line suits you quite well."

Upon hearing this, two terms immediately popped into Evan's mind.

The Copper Curse.

B virus.

Those two hidden clues that he had always thought he had just stumbled upon turned out to have been watched by someone from a higher perspective all along.

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Chapter 84: Identification Techniques and the Second Stage of Copper Plague! (1/5)

Lost in thought, Evan didn't publicize his discovery. He knew what he should and shouldn't say.

The Copper Plague, a new phenomenon resulting from the unexpected fusion of two different power systems, is not something that should be easily understood by anyone.

"it is good."

His voice was steady yet cheerful and casual.

"I'll take charge of this line!"

Armitage gave a satisfied "hmm".

The old man turned around, opened the drawer, and took out an envelope sealed with bright red wax. The wax seal had a raven with outstretched wings printed on it, and the wax surface gleamed with a dark red light under the lamp.