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

"You said that yourself, we didn't say anything."

"Some people like to confess without being asked, and then pretend to be innocent."

"Tsk tsk, how utterly hypocritical!"

Hearing Black's tough stance and sarcasm, Ronald grabbed the coin and clutched it in his hand.

next second...

boom!

A sudden explosion occurred above Black's head.

Its power is enormous, like a fragmentation grenade.

Black seemed to have been prepared. The moment the explosion rang out, he lunged forward, his fists covered in viscous lava as he punched Ronald.

The impact of the explosion and the shards embedded in his body did not seem to have any substantial effect.

The next instant, Ronald casually waved his hand.

A ten-dollar bill appeared out of thin air, enlarged, and formed a shield, easily blocking Black's terrifying fiery fist.

Then he waved his hand again.

A dozen or so 25-cent coins appeared around me.

Each one is like a small drone, flying in the air under some kind of conscious control.

They then launched suicide attacks on Black from all directions.

Rumble.

Upon approaching, these coin-shaped drones suddenly exploded, creating a series of shockwaves.

In an instant, Black was completely engulfed by a series of explosions.

Another faction of financiers uses money as a real weapon!

Seeing their elder brother make a move, the other superhumans on both sides immediately got into position as well.

Just as the conflict was about to escalate completely.

hum! !

An invisible force suddenly appeared, and the people on both sides immediately fell silent.

"Quiet!!"

As soon as a voice rang out, the two sides immediately stopped their life-or-death struggle, just like students who had heard their homeroom teacher's voice.

At that moment, a black carriage bearing the insignia of a court slowly approached.

In an instant, the carriage attracted everyone's attention.

Then, under everyone's watchful eyes, the carriage slowly came to a stop, and the coachman respectfully turned around and opened the door.

An old man in his early sixties, wearing a brown overcoat, came out from inside.

Upon seeing the old man, Vic, who was examining Richard, Black, whose clothes had been torn by the explosion, and Ronald, who had been quite assertive earlier, all walked over respectfully and said...

"Judge Vincent."

Alan Vincent, Judge of the Bolton City High Court, Extraordinary Rank: Master.

Judge Vincent was of ordinary appearance, with a wrinkled face covered in age spots and somewhat cloudy blue eyes.

It's clear that his health isn't very good.

He was using a cane, and one of his legs was not very good, so he walked with a limp.

However, the profound and majestic aura emanating from him was so compelling that no one dared to ignore him, or even look him in the eye.

Vincent got off the bus and looked around.

Looking at the three witchers lying on the stretcher, then at the unconscious ghoul wizard, and then at the two groups of people fighting in the distance.

His gaze finally settled on the three people in front of him.

“I already know about the matter.” Vincent’s voice had a weak quality typical of older people.

But this calm voice made people dare not have any resistance.

The three of them looked up at Vincent at the same time.

Vincent coughed lightly: "The aftermath of these ghouls can be handled by the Healing Church."

"The two parties subsequently established a joint investigation and rectification team for this factory."

“I don’t want to see any supernatural remnants, nor do I want this place to continue to be the source of the plague.”

Ronald was about to speak when Vincent glared at him.

"I advise your chamber of commerce to conduct some internal reviews, otherwise I will join forces with the food safety department to conduct a thorough inspection of all canneries in the city."

Ronald's lips twitched twice before he fell silent.

Vincent looked at Vic: "You will handle this matter personally, conduct the interrogation yourself, and provide compensation to the victims. At the same time, I also hope..."

"Don't escalate the related issues, do you understand?"

Vic understood the deeper meaning of the last sentence, realizing that Vincent and the factory owners must have reached some agreement, and then nodded.

"clear."

After giving his warning, Vincent took two steps forward with his cane and looked at Ivan and the others, who were now in a sorry state.

He nodded slightly, his expression unchanged, and said, "Thank you all for your heroic efforts. You will all be rewarded by the municipal government in the future."

"After all, the stability of the city in the future still needs brave and upright people like you."

After exchanging a few polite words, Vincent glanced at Hill before turning and slowly getting into the carriage and leaving.

With the judge's ruling, this major battle is now completely over.

Ivan's trespassing on the Chamber of Commerce's territory will not be investigated. On the contrary, they will all receive some decent rewards.

As for Richard and the other two witchers, their lives were not in danger.

He was not awake at this time only because he had been poisoned by corpse poison and bone marrow parasites, and because he had lost too much blood, he was in a very weak state.

The aftermath proceeded smoothly without any major setbacks.

Evan silently absorbed all the toxins and bone marrow parasites from the three people's bodies, turning them into nutrients for the copper plague.

The three were then carried on stretchers onto a carriage and taken directly to the Clock Tower Hospital of the Healing Church.

This is a formal hospital that specializes in accommodating and treating official superhumans; the environment is excellent and the standards are very high.

Wild witchers like Richard are not qualified to live here under normal circumstances.

As the Lion Potion wore off, Evan gradually returned to his normal physique.

He was wearing tattered clothes and leaning against the carriage, still smiling.

He gained a lot from this trip.

Aside from the numerous memories I didn't get to see in Ghoul Wizard, there was also a bone-walnut-like object that I didn't have time to look at.

The most direct gain was obtaining a new magical artifact.

That shadow cloak that requires 22 points of spiritual vision to see!

This thing is quite effective; at this stage, Ivan's main enemies are still apprentices and experts.

With this, you'll be able to unleash your full power when sneaking around.

In addition, he and his group of brothers made a great appearance in front of the authorities.

Most importantly, the judge just now promised them a substantial reward and a good reputation.

With the experience and reputation gained from this battle, even if I am no longer in Bolton City, I will be able to rely on it.

At least it can guarantee that David and Erlon will not be deliberately targeted or forcibly conscripted.

Hill, David, and Erron, who were standing to the side, didn't say anything.

They had all seen Ivan's strange appearance just now, and their hearts were filled with curiosity and doubt.

But they also knew very well that this was not the place to discuss these secrets.

Halfway there, Gray knocked on Ivan's carriage.

"The captain wants to see you."

Evan turned to look at Hill.

Hill smiled and said, "Go ahead, the three of us can handle Richard's matter."

Evan nodded, turned and stepped into Vic's carriage.

By this time, Vic had already folded his umbrella and was leaning back in his seat, looking happy and excited.

"Evan! That was a really great job!"

"They not only wiped out this horde of ghouls, but also helped us obtain crucial evidence."

"The most crucial thing is..."

His tone became somewhat solemn as he said this.

"I have finally found the culprit behind that case from ten years ago."

Upon hearing this, Ivan immediately recalled the conversation between the two of them down below.

"Captain Vic, was that guy a human before?"

Vic nodded: "Yes, ten years ago, he was a 65-year-old financier!"

Chapter 170: The Healing Church and Blood Healing

Upon hearing Vic's words, Ivan was taken aback and immediately asked.

"Wait a minute! Wasn't it said that the three professions in the Gold Sequence can only live to seventy?"

Vic sneered: "Because he's no longer a financier."