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

Ivan nodded: "Got it! The punishment is about the same as for a normal fight?"

Gray grinned, his gold tooth flashing: "That's right."

"Or will the money be deposited directly into your bank account, like before?"

Ivan hummed in agreement.

After watching Gray's carriage disappear, he boarded the tram and returned to Gooding Street.

Although I've traveled this road several times already.

But every time I return to Guding Street from the station, I feel an inexplicable sense of urgency and familiarity, like a wanderer returning home.

Especially returning to the most familiar place from that completely unfamiliar New Haven.

This contrast made Ivan eager to return home every time.

The further the tram went, the heavier the snow fell.

Forty minutes later, Ivan walked through the familiar alley and found that the ground was covered with snow.

Even the mud and slurry that we used to worry about splashing on us have now frozen into hard ice shells.

In the trash can on the street corner, the green-eyed orange cat, which had previously fed him quite a few mice, was now huddled inside, trembling.

Its thin body pressed tightly against the barrel wall, its tiny paws barely touching its own tail, trying to keep its pitiful body temperature steady.

Upon seeing Evan pass by, it instinctively let out a few weak meows from its green eyes.

Evan isn't exactly a cat lover, but he doesn't mind keeping some cute little animals.

Because he knew very well that if he didn't lend a hand, even though he had already given away quite a few mice, it would be a waste.

But this skinny little cat, which hasn't managed to build up enough fat, is 100% doomed to not survive the winter.

Thinking of this, he reached out and scooped the kitten out of the trash can, tucked it into his arms, and strode home.

Anyway, there's still a daily need to drink rat blood, and those corpses still need to be disposed of somewhere.

Besides, this is a world with extraordinary powers. Who knows, maybe one day this kitten will be able to become sentient and become one of my familiars!

Large, fluffy snowflakes fell in a flurry, covering the bustling Guding Street in a blanket of white.

Yet the streets remained bustling with people, a vibrant atmosphere filled with the aroma of cooking.

Pushing open the apartment door, Evan brushed the snowflakes off his shoulders and hat brim as he walked up the stairs, pulling out his keys as he went.

But just as he reached the door, his keen nose suddenly detected several scents that did not belong here.

"Other people have been here!"

Thinking of this, he immediately switched to his demon-hunting vision and then discovered an unfamiliar footprint on the dimly lit stairwell floor.

He quickly pushed open the door.

really!

The floor inside the house was covered with many unfamiliar footprints, and the place was in a mess.

He soon discovered that his bed and wardrobe had been ransacked, and the second bedroom was in complete disarray.

Finally, he discovered that the trail of footprints led all the way into the kitchen.

"Holy crap! No way? I was only gone for one night!"

Ivan put the kitten down from his arms and quickly walked into the kitchen.

The ground was covered with spilled sewage, and the bronze crucible that had contained the sewage was nowhere to be found!

"Damn it! You dare steal my cauldron?!"

"Which thief has the guts to do this?!"

Seeing this, Ivan was instantly enraged.

He turned around, grabbed a cotton hat that could completely cover his head, and put it on, covering his short, silver hair that resembled that of a witcher.

He then locked the door behind him and began a rapid tracking operation.

After stepping out of the building, the footprints had become blurred and indistinguishable due to the hustle and bustle of the crowds outside.

Fortunately, after being promoted to expert, his demon-hunting vision improved significantly, allowing him to still barely be able to pinpoint the direction the footprints were extending.

Following the trail of footprints, Evan headed south and soon arrived at the dock area.

The wind and snow at the seaside were exceptionally cold and biting.

The unusual footprints, invisible to ordinary people, meandered along the dock and finally stopped in a warehouse of a factory in the distance.

Evan remembered that it used to be a freight warehouse that had been bankrupt for almost half a year.

He had previously noticed the company that never turned on its lights and never had anyone coming in or out of its door when he was carrying sacks here.

Now, the company has actually reopened.

There were many workers in front of the gate, wrapped in thin old cotton clothes, going in and out, carrying boxes of goods on their shoulders, very busy.

Because there were too many ordinary people inside, Ivan couldn't just go up and question them directly, for fear of alerting them.

He had considered using the Shadow Cloak to sneak in, but this place was a mixed bag of people.

This shadow cloak was one of his trump cards; if some random guy noticed it, it could easily cause unnecessary trouble.

Just then, he saw Parker standing not far away, loudly assigning tasks, so Ivan quickly walked over: "Uncle Parker!"

Parker, who had just finished assigning tasks, turned around and saw Ivan, his face immediately lighting up with surprise.

Despite the onset of winter, Parker wasn't dressed warmly, wearing only an old wool coat with a fur trim around the collar.

Despite the cold weather, he was only wearing an old captain's hat on his head.

His nose and ears were red from the cold, but he didn't seem to be afraid of the cold at all; on the contrary, he was full of energy.

Parker strode over and gave Ivan a big hug.

"It's been a long time, Arkham!"

Then, with a tone full of emotion, he said, "I don't know what kind of magic potion you gave me last time!"

"Since that injury healed completely, I feel stronger than ever before!"

"Even those old ailments that had plagued me for years have been cured."

"In previous years, I would have already been wearing a cashmere coat by this time!"

"But now! I feel like a young man in his early twenties!"

"It feels like there's a furnace burning inside my body!"

Looking at the spirited Parker, Evan smiled happily and said, "Just like I told you last time, Uncle Parker, life is all about movement!"

The more you exercise, the younger you become!

Parker chuckled and said, "What brings our Dr. Arkham to the docks today?"

He had recently heard the dockworkers talking about how Dr. Evan had helped several people and told them how to take their medicine.

Evan cut straight to the point: "Something went missing from my house, and I discovered that it was very likely sent to that company!"

He pointed and said, "I don't know much about this company, so I'm hoping to find some connections with you."

Parker followed Ivan's gaze and turned to look, then said, "Oh, Leisa Corporation!"

"This is a company that specializes in clothing trading. They transport all kinds of men's and women's clothing back and forth. It was only established in the last half month, but the business seems to be doing quite well."

"We recruited twenty or thirty workers in just one week, and they seem to be very busy every day."

Then he patted Ivan on the shoulder: "Ivan, just say what you need. Your Uncle Parker still has some influence in this area!"

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After hearing Parker's words, Evan immediately smiled and said, "Then take me to this company's warehouse for a look, and I'll see if I can find any clues."

Parker patted his chest and said, "No problem!"

Finally, Parker gave a brief greeting to the people next to him and then led Evan to the warehouse of the Leisa Company.

It was clear that Parker was quite familiar with the foreman here. He offered him a cigarette, and the two chatted briefly.

The foreman then waved towards Evan.

The warehouse is very large, about ten meters high, and occupies an area of ​​about thirty by twenty meters.

Inside were stacks of wooden boxes, with glimpses of colorful fabrics peeking out from the gaps, suggesting they contained all sorts of clothes and fabrics.

The air was filled with the smell of new fabric starch and the dampness of wood.

Ivan activated his demon-hunting vision and quickly stepped into the warehouse, where he saw that the footprints were everywhere, crisscrossing.

Soon, Ivan identified the owner of the footprints.

He was a young man who looked to be in his early twenties, not very tall, with shifty eyes and a cunning expression.

He appeared to be the person in charge of cargo registration here, and was currently writing furiously in a notebook.

Ivan withdrew his demon-hunting vision and strode over there.

"Hey kid! There's a case that needs your help with the investigation. Come with me!"

Upon hearing this, the short young man's eyes flashed with a hint of hostility: "Who the hell are you? Do you even know whose territory this is?!"

He then sized up Ivan, and upon seeing the innocent face of the college student, he scoffed:

"You think you can investigate cases? And you're a police officer? Go home and suckle!"

Seeing that the guy didn't seem to recognize him at all, Ivan then pulled out an ID from his pocket.

The moment the young man saw the ID, his expression changed drastically, and he turned and ran.

But the next second, he abruptly stopped in his tracks.

Because he saw again the dark revolver in Ivan's right hand.

"Officer...I'll cooperate...I'll cooperate..."

In an instant, the once unruly youth transformed into a docile boy with a fawning smile.