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

Both of them looked at Evan at the same time.

Why fencing?

Evan said casually, "Herbert, you and Edward should first have a spiritual connection."

“Edward, you should have another physical fusion with Herbert.”

"You two experience each other first, and when you have a deep conversation with each other, you will be able to determine a winner."

After a pause, Ivan spoke with a serious expression and sincere eyes.

"It's okay if you don't know, I can teach you some details about this."

Upon hearing this absurd suggestion, the two of them simultaneously turned to look at Evan in disbelief.

Ivan saw the shock, awe, and disbelief in both of their eyes.

Edward was silent for a few seconds before sighing, "Mr. Arkham, you are the real senior."

Herbert then said, "Sir, we are still students, so... let's forget about it."

Then both of them fell silent and stopped talking.

Edward pretended to look out the window at the scenery and muttered some affected words to ease the awkwardness.

Outside the window is the Connecticut countryside in December.

A thin layer of frost covered the withered grass, and wisps of white smoke rose from the chimneys of farmhouses in the distance.

Herbert, standing to the side, looked down at the wood grain on the small table in front of him, transforming into a botanist.

Seeing this, Ivan's lips curled up and he sneered inwardly.

"You think you can outdo me in being a pervert? I can handle you!"

……

Soon, the train started moving, gradually accelerating amidst the hissing of steam and the sound of its whistle.

In a private room two boxes away from Ivan and his group, the three of them had just changed seats.

At this moment, the family of three seemed to be hypnotized, their eyes glazed over as they went to other places, leaving the room empty.

The three were two men and one woman, dressed in ordinary clothes and with ordinary appearances; they would not have attracted much attention in a crowd.

The leader was a young man with slightly red eyes.

He wore a plaid newsboy cap on his head, and under his dark gray wool coat was a white shirt that had been washed and turned slightly yellow.

He sat down first and said, "It's basically certain that the target has three security personnel, two apprentices and one expert."

Opposite me was a tall, thin man wearing glasses, a dark green hunting jacket, and a dark-colored scarf tied around his neck.

"Demon, the intelligence said there were only two apprentices, how come an expert suddenly appeared?"

The young man, known as the devil, stroked his chin: "That guy always gives me a feeling of familiarity, like I've seen him somewhere before."

"However, he looks to be only in his early twenties, so he probably doesn't have much practical experience."

"He just grins like an idiot when he meets people. He's probably the son of some professor at the University of Michigan or a student who's really into his studies. He doesn't look like he's going to fight at all."

At that moment, the woman next to her, whose hair was tied up at the back of her head, opened her eyes.

She wore a dark brown long dress with a well-tailored short wool coat over it.

"The other side has set up a spiritual shield, so we can't hear any detailed sounds. Should we still proceed according to the original plan?"

The demon nodded: "Yes, a young expert looked completely dumbfounded. The students who come out of the University of Michigan are generally not very strong in combat."

"Moreover, experts are not an insurmountable barrier for our trio, especially since we have our employer backing us up."

The other two immediately relaxed upon hearing this.

The demon began assigning tasks: "The core objective is to steal the baby without causing any disturbance or harming anyone."

He looked at the woman beside him: "Poet, use your special abilities in conjunction with the magical artifacts your employer gave you to hypnotize a few people."

"With the amplification from the magical artifact, you can temporarily hypnotize that expert as well."

The woman, referred to as a poet, nodded: "I understand."

The demon turned to the bespectacled youth: "Tree spirit, set up your root traps, and then maximize your perception to prevent any other disturbances."

"If they make any unusual moves, just restrain them on the spot."

"I'll use Flash immediately after I succeed and take you all away from here."

"The train is traveling at such a high speed that once we leave the train, they won't be able to catch up even if they want to, and the plan will be considered a success."

Both nodded happily, the tree spirit youth saying with a hint of admiration, "I must say, these Deep Ones are truly generous."

"Such an easy job, and each person can earn twenty dollars."

The poet said, "It's not just the Deep Ones who are generous, but also our Secret Brotherhood that has this reputation."

"Otherwise, why would they believe we can complete the mission? Why would they be willing to pay such a high salary?"

The demon nodded: "Of course, everyone highly approves of our Brotherhood of Secrets' business in Bolton City and New Haven."

All three belonged to the Brotherhood of Secrets, and were considered extraordinary individuals.

A few days ago, they were hired by a group of Deep Ones from Innsmouth to take back their bloodline from a woman.

This is not a big deal.

The blood of those deep-diving beings is now everywhere in this area.

There have been many similar jobs over the years.

Furthermore, aside from their long lifespan, Deep Ones themselves don't possess much combat ability.

As long as they don't dig too deep into Innsmouth, the Deep Ones operating on the outside are not a significant threat.

When the task was assigned to the three-person team, all three felt quite fortunate.

The three had finished their reconnaissance, and the female poet got up and left the private room.

After gathering her emotions, she smiled broadly and knocked on the door of Ivan's private room.

Edward and Herbert, who were still silent inside, became alert upon hearing the knock on the door.

Ivan raised his hand, signaling the two to maintain their routine vigilance.

Then Edward closed his eyes, and Evan clearly sensed the departure of that invisible soul.

Herbert, on the other hand, pulled out a copper syringe about three fingers thick from somewhere.

At the same time, two more hands grew out of his wrists.

In his other two hands he held a poison bottle and a pistol, respectively.

At first glance, it has a kind of deadly quality.

Ivan smiled, stood up, and opened the door: "Madam, is there anything I can help you with?"

The female poet smiled and took out a round badge from her hand, which depicted a very large octopus.

"Gentlemen, please allow me to introduce you to our Heavenly Father, who can save humanity..."

As the voice rang out, an invisible force reverberated through the female poet's voice in the private room.

Almost instantly, Edward, Herbert, and James all rolled their eyes and fell asleep.

The female poet had just managed a slight smile as she watched the three men faint...

She saw a large hand snatch the sign from her hand with a speed she couldn't even perceive.

"This thing should be a pretty good antique; it should fetch a good price, right?"

The poetess's eyes narrowed sharply.

At this moment, she was surprised to find that the young man in front of her, who was grinning foolishly, was completely unaffected.

I clearly pushed my extraordinary abilities to the limit using this magical artifact given to me by my employer!

According to the employer, this magical artifact could easily hypnotize an expert in a short time.

But this guy looks so energetic.

Before she could react, she heard the young man opposite her speak.

"Then let me ask you, are you poets even human beings?"

"What……?"

The female poet was stunned for a moment, and then she felt as if her thoughts were blocked by something.

"Is a poet... a person?"

She stood there blankly, her eyes vacant, motionless.

This was a question she couldn't understand at all.

Just as the poetess was stunned, Evan noticed a large number of tree roots seeping out from the train wall and wrapping around Edward and Herbert.

One of the thickest roots, oblivious to its own danger, leaned towards him.

Ivan waved his hand casually.

The moment the palm touches the roots, a large number of plant viruses and fungi are directly injected.

Soon, the outer skin of those pure white, thick, and powerful roots began to peel off rapidly, rot, and limp up.

A few seconds later, a scream suddenly came from a private room not far away.

Ivan seized the opportunity instantly.

Just as he was about to finish off the tree spirit, his expert-level demon hunter vision keenly detected some unusual spiritual fluctuations.

So he turned around instantly.

Just then, a male demon with ram's horns on his head and flames burning in his eyes appeared out of thin air in their private room and grabbed the baby in James's arms.

A cold glint flashed in Ivan's golden vertical pupils: "You're sick!"

Along with this sound came a concentrated cloud of cerebral encephalopathy.

At this moment, Ivan was filled with rabies and tetanus viruses in the foggy encephalopathy.