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

The three men's expressions changed drastically after hearing this.

Richard quickly put on his warm cotton coat, layer after layer, and casually stuffed two bottles of his usual potions into his pocket.

"David, Erlong, you two stay here to keep watch and carry out the follow-up preparations."

"Evan, let's go to the Hill's house!"

Ivan immediately nodded: "Wait for me to go to the restroom!"

A minute later, he got dressed and quickly followed Richard out the door.

At 11:10 a.m., the two finally arrived at Federal Avenue by tram.

After a heavy snowfall, the once neat Federal Avenue has been cleared, revealing the gray-black stone pavement. Only the rooftops of the various villas on both sides are still covered with a layer of white snow.

In the courtyards of the detached houses on both sides, each clean and tidy window is covered with all kinds of decorations, red and green garlands, and warm yellow light shining from inside the windows.

Some children, led by servants, are building snowmen in the courtyard, their laughter filling the air and adding a touch of wintery festive atmosphere to this usually luxurious and cold upscale neighborhood.

At this moment, the two had no interest in looking at these things. Led by Richard, they quickly arrived at a detached villa on the west side of Federal Avenue.

The brass plaque is engraved with the words "Adolf" in delicate cursive script.

Richard rang the doorbell, and the sound echoed in the empty courtyard for a while, but no one came to open the door.

Just as Richard was about to activate his Demon Hunter vision, a familiar voice suddenly came from the side.

"Arkham, are you here to visit some friends?"

After listening, Ivan turned around and saw Morales, dressed in winter clothes, and his father carrying gifts, seemingly on their way to visit someone.

Seeing the father and son, Ivan's eyes lit up slightly: "Merry Christmas!"

Old Morales smiled and nodded, then turned his head to look at the villa with the door locked and said...

“The Adolf family left in a hurry last night.”

"They said they had something urgent to attend to and needed to visit some relatives."

Upon hearing this, Ivan immediately asked, "Uncle Morales, how many of them traveled together?"

Old Morales sighed, "Not counting the servants, it's just a family of three."

"According to Adolf, his daughter is a real handful."

"It caused them a lot of worry. Instead of being a proper lady, she insisted on going out to work hard."

Morales muttered, "Miss Adolf has her own life and work, why are you all so nosy?"

Old Morales glared at him: "If I didn't care about you, would you have such a bright future now?!"

After listening, Morales muttered twice and then fell silent.

Ivan walked over with a smile and asked, "Uncle Morales, have Adolf and his wife been acting strangely lately, or said anything unusual?"

Old Morales became somewhat wary: "Why are you asking these questions?"

For these elite middle-class, or even upper-middle-class, families, things that happen within their circles should circulate only within those circles.

Although Evan is very talented and a good person, his current level is still too low.

Evan naturally understood what Old Morales meant, and then took out his senior detective ID from his pocket and said.

“I received a report from an unknown person that Adolf’s eldest daughter has gone missing.”

"That's why we came to investigate, only to find that the whole family had already left."

Upon hearing this, a look of shock flashed in old Morales' brown eyes behind his gold-rimmed glasses, and he muttered to himself, "I can't believe they actually did it?"

Upon hearing this, Ivan immediately sensed something was wrong: "What?!"

While old Morales hesitated, young Morales said, "Dad! Arkham is a really good man, a responsible and righteous person!"

"Now that they've all disappeared, what's there to hesitate about?"

Hearing this, old Morales sighed and said, "I had a long chat with Mr. Adolf at the family tea party a few days ago."

"The other side seemed quite envious that I was able to raise my son to be so outstanding."

As he said this, a hint of pride and smugness flashed across his face.

Evan chimed in, his emotional appeal palpable: "Yes, Morales is indeed a very outstanding young man among his peers."

Hearing that he had been recognized again, old Morales became even more positive in his words.

"Then during the conversation, I heard Mr. Adolf say that this would affect the honor and face of the entire Adolf family."

"After that, he mumbled something about the bloodline of some ancient sage, but I didn't quite understand it."

"Then he said he had found an excellent teacher who would definitely be able to turn his daughter into a true lady."

"I jokingly said at the time that the child is so old that no teacher can change an adult's mind."

At this point, a hint of doubt appeared in old Morales' eyes.

"But he shook his head very firmly, saying that this time he would definitely succeed and that his daughter would definitely become a true lady."

"Finally, he lowered his voice and boasted to me that it was the power of a legendary witch."

"If my daughter or son misbehaves in the future, he can help me find a partner, and there will even be price discounts."

"Witch!!?"

Upon hearing those two words, Ivan's mind went blank for a moment, and he couldn't help but curse inwardly.

"Damn my jinx! We've come to a parallel world and there really is a 'Professor Sheep' here!?"

While inwardly complaining, Ivan hurriedly asked:

"That's a word I rarely hear. How can there be witches in this world?"

Old Morales sighed, "I didn't believe it before either, until what happened to my son last time..."

"Thank you so much..."

Old Morales stopped talking halfway through his sentence after seeing Richard standing to the side.

It's clear that old Morales is quite knowledgeable and trustworthy.

After clarifying the situation, Ivan expressed his gratitude.

After watching the father and son leave through the snow, Richard quickly walked over and sighed, "You really have a wide network of connections! You've been a huge help!"

Ivan then asked, "Senior brother, what exactly is a witch? I met a guy a few days ago who said he worshipped witches."

Richard paused for a moment, then organized his thoughts and began to explain.

"Witches are a kind of extraordinary phenomenon."

"Strictly speaking, being a witch is not a profession, but in various supernatural contexts these days, witches are still treated as a special profession."

"She operates outside the conventional professional system..."

"Because the witches existed much earlier than the current supernatural system of the five symbols."

At this point, Richard thought about it carefully again and corrected his wording, saying:

"You can think of witchhood as a talent, a talent that mutates from a supernatural characteristic called witchhood."

"By now, you should have learned some basic professional knowledge from Dr. Armitage, right?"

Ivan nodded: "Humanity is fundamental; the essence of the extraordinary lies in human desires and subconsciousness."

Richard rubbed his hands together and nodded: "The power of all extraordinary professions has never been equal."

"For many years, the five major symbols have been vying for people's subconscious desires and wishes."

"Whoever grabs more will become stronger."

There's only so much food on the plate; if you add more, I'll have less.

"All extraordinary professions, as history progresses, experience varying degrees of decline and enhancement."

"The most powerful path during the Dark Ages was undoubtedly the Holy Grail."

"The most powerful thing in the subsequent Renaissance was the Tree of Life."

"The moon and the sun have always been relatively stable, neither too hot nor too cold."

"Until the advent of the industrial age in recent years, gold has suddenly become a rising star."

Ivan nodded: "What does this have to do with witches?"

Richard said, "The supernatural property called the Witch is like a parasite; it can simultaneously live beneath five supernatural symbols and draw energy from these paths."

"It remains within the conventional system, because all witches have their own professions."

"But at the same time, they also have a talent called witch, which allows them to draw on other extraordinary powers across professions."

Upon hearing this, Ivan nodded knowingly: "I've heard that potions are the work of witches?"

Richard nodded and said, "It's not just potions; the formation of the three oldest professions—witch hunters, sorcerers, and mages—is all inextricably linked to witches."

"But I don't know the details; I only heard about it."

"The only thing that can be confirmed now is that the witch created the potion, and the 'witch' in the potion represents the witch."

"Since all the extraordinary systems can no longer function without potions, the concept of witches has been incorporated into the eighteen professional systems, especially us witch hunters."

"To put it metaphorically, extraordinary professions draw power from the subconscious and desires of ordinary people."

"And witches draw their power from the desire and need for potions among us extraordinary professions."

Upon hearing this, Evan instantly understood why Aiden was so fanatical and obsessed with the witch.

"What should we do next? We don't have any leads at all!"

Richard turned to look at the villa: "I want to go in and investigate, but the security here is tight. Going in openly like this would probably cause a lot of trouble."

"Especially since I don't have any good lock-picking skills, except for breaking glass and kicking the door open..."

At this point, he sighed, "I really don't have any good way to get in."

After a moment's thought, Evan said, "Leave it to me, I'll go in and take a look."

Chapter 193: Mysterious Prophecy, Over 100 Years Later Everyone is a Witch