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

"Ten years ago, he held an incredibly evil sacrificial ritual, stripping himself from the golden order and transforming himself into a ghoul."

As he said this, his eyes filled with reminiscence, and he took a deep breath to continue.

"It was a very blasphemous and twisted ritual. This guy sacrificed the lives of his entire family, a total of 120 people, in a secret sacrifice."

“One of my assistants and my boss died in this sacrifice.”

Evan's eyes widened: "The entire family!?"

Vic nodded, his voice filled with lingering emotion.

"This guy was previously a lord-level financier, known as the Golden Finger of Bolton City, who made great contributions when the city faced crises on several occasions."

"I became a night owl because I idolized him when I was young."

During the conversation, Evan could clearly sense the regret and underlying anger in Vic's tone.

He picked up the conversation, stroking his chin, and said, "He was a lord before, but just now it seemed he was only a master."

"Risking a fall in cultivation level, sacrificing the entire family, just to become a monster?"

Vic sneered, his voice full of sarcasm: "You can't understand the madness and desire of those capitalists for immortality."

"The stark contrast between their ever-growing power and their increasingly frail lives would exponentially increase their resentment and fear of death!"

At this point, Vic seemed to realize he had lost his composure and calmed himself down before continuing.

"I didn't quite understand before why these ghouls could grow to such a scale in such a short time."

"It seems this guy has done a lot of things since becoming a ghoul."

"It seems that it was precisely because of Klaus that Sap was also persuaded."

Ivan frowned slightly: "But isn't it said that a person can only have one profession in their entire life?"

"If the career change is completed so easily, and the core weaknesses of financiers are eliminated, isn't that going against common sense and making a joke of the laws of the extraordinary?"

Vic nodded: "If that's all there is to it, it would certainly defy common sense. Although the investigation is still ongoing, it is certain that he has also paid an extremely heavy price in other aspects."

At this point, he composed himself, looked up at Evan, and spoke with excitement.

"That's why I was so happy and excited to see Klaus this time."

"This guy is hiding too many secrets, and because of his great ambition, he poses too great a threat to the entire human world."

"Now that this guy has his eye on you, I hope you can cooperate with us to bring Klaus back."

Upon hearing this, Ivan remained expressionless on the surface, but inwardly curled his lip in disdain.

"Are you doing this for human safety? I think you're after the secret to how this guy escapes the financier's lifespan defect."

He knew very well that if Sap so desperately desired longevity, then the judges would naturally feel the same way.

The judge just now seemed so dignified and powerful; with just two words, he could force both sides to stop fighting. His words carried immense weight, and no one dared to disagree.

However, the old man's apparent old age and weakness were the complete opposite of the strength he displayed.

Thinking of this, Ivan became even more vigilant.

"I feel that those life justices are much more eager for longevity than these factory owners and financiers."

Although he thought this way, Ivan did not directly refuse on his face. He hesitated for a moment before speaking.

"There are too many risks involved here, and I need to consider it carefully."

"I almost died several times in today's battle, and I still feel a bit scared when I think about it now."

As he spoke, he raised his hand and patted his heart, his face full of lingering fear.

Vic didn't insist and nodded.

"We won't force you on this matter, but I hope you can recognize its importance."

"The current epidemic is not over yet; at this stage, we have only eliminated one node that caused the epidemic."

"This wave of ghouls has a very strong influence on the real world."

"Furthermore, due to systemic issues, we are currently unable to completely eliminate these plague nodes."

At this point, Vic's tone was filled with deep helplessness.

"You saw the fight just now. The Chamber of Commerce's attitude was very tough, and the nobles and the church also had their own agendas."

“It will only become more difficult to investigate cases in the Chamber of Commerce’s territory in the future.”

Ivan hummed in response, neither answering nor agreeing.

Finally, Vic reminded him, "I hope you can keep what happened with Klaus today a secret, and don't even tell your fellow disciples."

"This secret involves too many layers; telling them would only bring unnecessary risks."

Ivan nodded: "Thanks for the reminder."

He then turned and went back to his carriage.

After Evan left, Gray asked curiously.

"Captain, is that guy really Klaus? I remember the records said he was already dead during that ceremony?"

Vic resumed his usual expressionless and indifferent demeanor, speaking calmly.

"The case file is the case file, and the truth is the truth."

"Just like extraordinary knowledge, some things are destined not to be written down."

Gray nodded thoughtfully.

When Evan returned to the carriage, the others wisely refrained from asking any further questions.

Hill cautioned, however, "Be careful if the other party proposes any overly deep collaboration."

Evan grinned: "Okay, senior sister."

The journey continued without incident, and the convoy arrived at the Clock Tower Hospital of the Healing Church.

The entire Clock Tower Hospital is located north of the Chal River.

To Evan's surprise, this place was only one kilometer away from the Sage University Medical School.

The entire Clock Tower Hospital appears to have been converted from a huge church.

In the center is a towering clock tower with a huge mechanical clock over three meters in diameter on it. The sound of the gears meshing inside can be heard clearly from outside the clock tower.

A regular church is located directly in front of the bell tower.

The entire church is about fifteen meters high, with a classic Gothic spire at the top.

With the church as its facade, the front walls on both sides expand to the left and right, enclosing a large area behind it.

The entire area consists of four buildings, each with a considerable floor area, generally between four and six stories.

All the medical staff here are also clergy.

Looking around, you could see priests in black robes walking briskly by, each carrying a medical record.

There were also various nuns dressed in white robes, some carrying basins full of blood, others carrying IV bottles of various colors, hurrying by.

Since it's an official convoy, everything was prepared in advance.

After the wounded arrived, Richard and his two companions were quickly taken care of by the church's medical staff.

The leader was a nun who looked to be in her early forties, with an ordinary appearance and a capable demeanor.

Her entire body was covered by a nun's robe, with only her face showing.

Ivan felt an instinctive fear when he saw these nuns.

After all, the first time I saw these nuns in this world was when they were smiling and handing out copper pills to ordinary people.

Because of his strong first impression, he felt that the entire hospital was now rife with conspiracies.

He instinctively believed that after Richard was taken in, he was very likely transformed into a bronze corpse.

So he lowered his voice and said to Hill, "Senior sister, I have a feeling there's a conspiracy here."

Hill smacked him on the head, his face serious: "Don't talk nonsense, this isn't the place for jokes and pranks!"

"This is the most famous and best supernatural healing institution in the entire Bolton City. Many supernatural beings, as long as they are not completely transformed into beasts, can generally be saved by being sent here."

“I have met many extraordinary people who have received treatment here before. They are all proud to have received treatment here, and it is even something to brag about.”

"Because this place is not open to the public on weekdays."

Evan nodded knowingly, thinking to himself, "Sigh! First impressions are still so important."

Vic greeted her with a smile: "Sister Mary, this is really troublesome."

Sister Mary then took a stethoscope and listened to the three people.

During the listening process, Evan clearly felt a special fluctuation emanating from the stethoscope and entering the bodies of Richard and the others.

"poet……"

Thinking of this, Ivan sighed inwardly, "Why is it Mary again!"

In his memory now, there are more than ten women named Mary.

Sister Mary nodded slightly: "I have heard about what you all did. May God the Healing Father protect you."

Then those kind eyes swept over Ivan intently.

She then said calmly, "None of these three people have serious injuries; they've just lost too much blood."

"He'll recover quickly with just a little 'gentle blood' infusion."

Soon the other nuns escorted Richard and his two companions into the ward, and Evan and his group of four were also very humanely allowed to follow them in.

As they walked, Evan asked, "What is the Blood of Gentleness?"

Erlong explained in a low voice, "Gentle Blood is a special medicine invented by the Healing Church. Injecting it into the body can quickly generate blood through a special method."

"Gentle Blood is also a signature technique of the Healing Church, which it is now very proud of."

"Blood Healing Technique?" Evan's eye twitched.

David laughed and said, "Yes! This is one of the greatest inventions of the entire Healing Church."

"Ordinary patients can be cured with medication, but ordinary medication is useless for extraordinary individuals."