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

"Good brother! Don't cry!"

Ivan doesn't know how to comfort children.

"I don't have breast milk, but I have plenty of encephalitis, so you'll have to make do with this!"

As he spoke, a wisp of misty encephalitis was quietly sent over.

As the mist seeped in, the child slowly closed his mouth, his big eyes blinking.

She seemed to have fallen into a dazed state, as if she had suddenly forgotten how to cry.

"Oh no, a train!"

After taking care of the child, Evan pulled the extra corner of the blanket over the child's face to block the cold wind from blowing in.

Then, the two large wings flapped instinctively, creating a burst of acceleration that had almost no effect.

He changed direction and quickly chased after the two railway tracks below.

Fortunately, steam trains at this time were not fast, and the train they were on was just a regular commuter train, not one of the more expensive express trains.

With its slow start and the need to wait for passengers at the station, the average speed of this thing is only about 40 kilometers per hour.

Ivan can now fly at a speed of 50 kilometers per hour at full speed.

In addition, he can walk in a straight line in the sky, his body swiftly passing through canyons and treetops.

Soon, the train came into view ahead, belching white smoke and trailing long plumes of smoke.

Then he hid the child in his cloak, identified the carriage he had jumped from earlier, and landed lightly without making a sound.

……

Inside the carriage, Edward and Herbert, those two clueless and grumpy guys, were scratching their heads, completely at a loss.

Because the window glass was broken, the cold wind rushed into the entire carriage.

At this time, another passenger fainted, another was in a daze, and the scene was a mess.

Train security guards who rushed to the scene were interrogating the two men.

As students of the University of Michigan, these two guys were well aware of the principle of secrecy that transcendent beings must uphold.

However, due to their lack of social experience, both of them felt their minds go blank and didn't know what to say.

The train guard was a burly young man who looked to be in his early thirties.

Beneath the hat was a square face full of impatience.

He was followed by two train conductors and another guard, who did not draw their pistols from their waists, but only gripped a black police baton.

After all, these two looked like nothing more than local lads.

"You two don't need to be nervous. Just tell me what just happened."

At this moment, the cold December wind howled through the broken window, stirring the deep red velvet curtains.

Two train attendants were trying to repair the window with makeshift materials, but to no avail.

Edward opened his mouth, his eyes, heavy with dark circles, flickering uncertainly: "Sir, neither of us knows the reason either."

Listening to the two men's vague and blatant lies, the guard suddenly shouted at them.

"What do you mean you don't know? This is your private room!"

As he spoke, he pointed his baton at the unconscious demon: "What did you do to him that made this guy pass out and we can't wake him up?"

"And this lady, why isn't she reacting at all!?"

He stepped forward: "I asked the train conductor, and both of them seemed perfectly normal during the ticket check!"

Herbert, head bowed, fiddled with the hem of his suit jacket. His extra hand had long since retracted, leaving him with the appearance of a frail student. He muttered under his breath:

"Maybe they have physical disabilities and suddenly came to our private room and fell ill."

Upon hearing this, the guard was so angry he laughed. If this were his own child, he would have slapped him already!

Just then, a calm voice rang out from the other end of the carriage.

"Alright, sir, I'll handle this."

Upon hearing this, Edward and Herbert immediately looked up in shock.

Then I saw Evan calmly carrying a child as he slowly walked over from the other end of the carriage, swaying gently.

His face still wore that harmless, sunny smile.

"God Father above!!!"

The two of them simultaneously covered their mouths and stared wide-eyed.

They had just clearly seen the female Deepsea diver, holding her child, plunge headfirst through the broken window into the river dozens of meters below.

How did Mr. Arkham manage to find the child alive in less than ten minutes?

The guards here frowned even more when they saw Ivan's younger face, which was full of innocence.

Because this guy looks even younger than those two idiots behind him.

"And who are you? Can you take responsibility for what just happened?!"

Ivan walked over with a smile and waved to the two two-headed ogres.

The two of them immediately followed like shadows and carefully took the child from Evan's arms.

Then, under the guard's watchful eye, Ivan took out the elegant black wallet from his hand and pulled out several identification documents.

Upon seeing the senior detective's badge in Ivan's hand, as well as the badge and armband of the police department's specially invited expert...

The guard's eyes widened in disbelief.

He examined the documents several times, running his fingertips over the raised steel stamps and shiny seals to confirm that they were correct.

Then he respectfully returned some of the documents to Evan, his previously tense face now full of smiles.

"So it's a special operations team handling the case, then I understand."

Is there any assistance you can provide?

Ivan smiled and waved his hand: "Just add a few more train attendants and fix this window."

Finally, he turned to the demon and the dazed female poet: "Leave these two to me; they won't cause any trouble."

Subsequently, thanks to Ivan's considerable influence, the incident quickly subsided.

In less than ten minutes, the technicians used wooden boards and sheet metal to temporarily repair the broken car window, managing to block most of the cold wind that was blowing in.

Edward and Herbert, standing to the side, were filled with shock and admiration.

They initially thought Ivan was just an ordinary expert witcher.

But I never expected that Evan had such a big reputation; he was actually a specially invited expert of the police station!

They know exactly what level of expertise a specially invited expert is.

Because when they were at the University of Michigan, they had seen some specially invited experts give lectures, and they had witnessed the grand entourages surrounding them.

The two then looked at each other and saw the expression in each other's eyes.

"As expected of Dr. Armitage's disciple! Truly extraordinary!"

After quickly settling things over, Herbert eagerly leaned in and asked, "Mr. Arkham, how did you bring this child back?"

Evan casually said, "What you just saw was an illusion. The real thing didn't jump down; it escaped to the roof of the carriage."

"I found out about this, so I went after them!"

"Then after some simple negotiations, that guy gave the child back to me."

"Negotiation!?"

The two of them simultaneously and accurately captured the key words in this.

Especially Edward's side.

As he listened to Evan speak, his brows furrowed slightly, and then a series of expressions of understanding and shock flashed in his eyes.

Evan said, "I'll take care of the kids from now on. You two go and tie these three guys together."

"They are all temporarily incapacitated and dare not resist. When the train arrives at the station, we can just hand them over to the special operations team."

Evan clearly remembered what Hill had taught him: the extraordinary world is not just about fighting and killing.

There's no need to fight to the death over many things that don't involve fundamental interests.

These three guys were also poor folks from the bottom of society, doing things for money.

Furthermore, the Secret Codex Brotherhood is also one of the factions in Bolton City, so there is no need to offend a mercenary organization with an unclear stance so thoroughly.

As for whether one's abilities have been exposed, that's even less important.

These three guys are apprentices, while I'm the expert.

As long as there is a positional advantage, such a quick kill can be achieved with ease and will not arouse any suspicion.

The two nodded repeatedly, then carried the unconscious demon to another private room, and then brought the dazed female poet over as well.

After Evan brought the child back to the private room and closed the door, the two men carried the child while talking in hushed tones.

Herbert said in a low voice, "Edward, did you just find something?"

Edward snorted, "What I discovered is none of your business."

Herbert had no time for arguing with him; his eyes behind his glasses were burning with a gossip-loving spirit.

He then lowered his voice even further: "Can you smell that strange smell on Mr. Arkham's breath?"

"I have a dog's nose, so it's very sensitive."

Edward immediately leaned closer and lowered his voice: "You can smell it too?"

Herbert nodded: "It seems to be that fishy smell that belongs to the Deep Ones."

Edward clapped his hands, turned around to look around to make sure no one was there, and then whispered in Herbert's ear.

"I know this smell all too well! My wife and I always had this smell on our breath after kissing!"

"That's the smell of Deep Ones' bodily fluids! I'll remember that strange, fishy smell for the rest of my life!"