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

Evan raised an eyebrow: "Aren't you the Witches' Guild? Don't tell me you don't have a single witch in your guild?"

The young man coughed awkwardly, "Everyone...everyone joined this witch's guild so they could see the witch."

"So...you should understand what I mean, right?"

Hearing this, Ivan sighed deeply: "I understand... I understand..."

He sighed inwardly, "I joined a few dating groups back then, only to find they were all full of men!"

The young man smiled and handed over a business card: "If you are interested, please feel free to contact me anytime."

"From now on, I will run the company here steadily."

Evan took the business card and glanced at it: "You're stealing so blatantly, aren't you afraid the church will come after you?"

The young man smiled and said, "We don't steal things to make money, and we won't cause any harm to the city."

"If the church comes to us, I will actively seek compensation."

“I’ve been through similar situations several times, and I’m already quite familiar with the people at the church.”

"Those guys are easy to talk to as long as they pay money."

Upon hearing this, Ivan couldn't help but take a few more glances at the young man.

He had to admit that there were indeed many extraordinary beings in this supernatural realm.

"Forget it! I'd better stay away from these weirdo people; they'll damage my reputation."

Evan, thinking to himself, turned to leave.

Just then, the young man suddenly spoke up: "I remember that you used to take potions without any cover."

"It seems you have a great need for potions, and a fervent passion for them!"

Ivan's eye twitched, and he turned to look at him, asking in a stiff voice, "What are you trying to say?"

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Chapter 190: Old Man Yi's Thick Soup, the Magic Potion Turned into Ghoul Feed

Seemingly sensing the harshness in Ivan's words, the young man quickly smiled and said:

"Don't misunderstand, I didn't mean any hostility or sarcasm."

"on the contrary!"

At this point, the young man's face showed admiration and amazement: "I have never seen such a brave person as you in my entire life!"

"You were able to take the potion for such a long time without any spiritual concealment!"

"Such courage to face danger and such boldness to defy ridicule are things I've always dared to think about but never dared to do."

At this moment, the young man's eyes shone brightly.

"I can sense that you are a true, pure potion-making cultivator!"

"I believe that with your unwavering dedication and passion for potions, you will surely reach unprecedented heights."

Hearing such flattering words, Ivan coughed and said, "I must say, you have a good eye for talent."

Seeing that Ivan had relented, the young man said with a big smile.

"You may not know this, but the legendary first potion was developed by a witch."

"The purpose of collecting so much copper material is to forge a perfect crucible so that we can perfectly refine the potion."

"We gain the witch's approval through this training in potions."

He looked at the crucible in Ivan's hand and said with envy:

"The material of your crucible is so excellent. If you were willing to join us, you would surely win the witch's favor."

Ivan went straight to the core question: "What's in it for me?"

The young man smiled and said, "We have some good connections here that can help you collect some rather special potion ingredients, as well as some obscure and unusual potion recipes."

"Since you have such an excellent crucible, it means you want to pursue further studies in the field of potion making."

"And in our Witches' Guild, there are many professionals and enthusiasts in this field."

"If you join us, I believe it will be of great help to your future path."

Upon hearing this, Ivan had to admit that he was tempted.

He glanced down at the business card in his hand:

Kane Raisa Aiden, General Manager of Raisa Corporation.

After thinking for a moment, Ivan said, "I need to go back and think about it first. I'll get back to you when I have time."

He needs to investigate the origins of this group of people first.

Don't join any cult organization without your knowledge.

Aiden smiled and nodded, "I sincerely apologize for the previous misunderstanding."

Then he pulled out a fifty-dollar bill from his pocket and handed it over: "This is my sincerity and my apology."

When Evan saw the money, his eyes lit up immediately.

After carefully examining the money to make sure there was no capitalist curse involved...

Ivan nodded with satisfaction, giving his approval and praise.

"Mr. Aiden, I admire a straightforward and responsible man like you!"

I will seriously consider today's suggestion!

Then Ivan strode out from behind the shadows.

Parker, who had been waiting in the distance, hurried over and asked curiously, "Nephew Arkham! How did it go? Did you find out?"

Ivan smiled and nodded: "The investigation is complete. It didn't cause any serious consequences. I just gave him a good scolding."

With that, Ivan shook the crucible in his hand: "I've got the stuff back too, so let's just call it even."

Looking at the composed and confident Evan, Parker said with admiration, "I never expected you to improve so quickly!"

"He's not just a doctor! He's actually a detective!"

Ivan grinned: "Just a figurehead!"

……

The two chatted for a while as they walked back, and Parker quickly returned to his work.

Meanwhile, Evan took his beloved cauldron back to Guding Street.

On the way, he bought some bread, raw pork, and other ingredients he would need later.

When he got home, he immediately used his bronze hands to crush the piece of raw pork into a paste with tremendous force.

Then I mixed it into bread and fed it to the skinny little orange cat.

The little orange cat seemed to recognize Evan's scent, nuzzled against his hand a couple of times, and then lowered its head to wolf down its food.

After settling the kitten in his room, Evan immediately carried the dry pot into the kitchen.

After setting up the spiritual shield, he quickly took out the materials he had bought on his way back.

White sea salt, rosemary, and a lead block.

Finally, he raised his hand and cut open his wrist, digging out a piece of semi-solid blood.

"Come on, let's see how ruthless the ghouls are!"

With everything ready, Evan quickly recalled Pru's memories and went through the potion-making process carefully.

After confirming that there were no problems, he turned around, picked up a large bowl, filled it, and poured it all into the crucible.

Then, he placed his hands beside the crucible and infused them with a trace of spirituality.

"I want to concoct a potion that can buffer the toxicity of magic potions and protect the person who takes them."

The expectations that Ivan had placed on his side were different from those of the ghoul Pru.

Pru's initial hope was to create a potion that could contain more of the ghoul god's blessings.

Ivan had little interest in embracing the blessings of those ghoul gods.

His primary concern was protecting Hill and Richard's health.

After the spiritual infusion was complete, Ivan injected his own blood, which resembled a piece of pitch-black jelly, into it.

Because he needed to concoct potions, he did not activate his fourth demon hunter trait: poisonous blood.

The blood in my hand is completely non-toxic.

After pouring the blood into it, Evan picked up a spoon and began to stir it quickly.

A few minutes later, as the black coals at the bottom of the pot burned fiercely against the pot's walls, the water in the crucible began to boil, and the blood inside began to coagulate.

Evan immediately threw in the rosemary, white sea salt, and a lead weight the size of his index finger.

Finally, another miraculous scene unfolded.

The water temperature is absolutely not high enough to melt the lead block.

However, the solid lead began to dissolve rapidly after being placed inside.

All the ingredients were mixed together, and Evan began to speed up the stirring.

Just then, a peculiar fluctuation was detected from the crucible.

"Didn't you eat? Push harder!"

Ivan grinned and said, "As expected of my son, he's getting more and more energetic with his words!"

Finally, Ivan started stirring frantically with a spoon. As the water evaporated rapidly, the liquid inside gradually turned into a strange, thick black soup.

At that moment, another fluctuation was heard from the crucible.

Stir slowly over low heat.

Ivan quickly slowed down and then turned down the gas valve on the stove, causing the flames to dim.