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

"I'm having some difficulties and I'd like to ask a prostitute for some help."

Jack pondered for a moment upon hearing this: "Miss is still preparing for the festival, I wonder if she has any time."

Jack originally intended to refuse outright. Although he favored Evan, the difference in their social standing was simply too great.

But the next second, he remembered Garp's instructions to him, as well as the young lady's instructions to him.

Both of them said that if Arkham contacted them, they shouldn't rush to refuse, but should inform the two of them first.

So Jack smiled and said, "Wait a moment, I'll ask around for you."

Jack then went into the gatehouse, and after about a minute came out smiling and said, "Miss agrees to see you, please come with me."

Soon, Jack led Ivan through the side door of the guardhouse.

Following the path beside me, I circled around the courtyard and entered through a small door on the left side of the building.

On the way, Jack, wearing a cashmere coat, looked at Evan, who was still dressed in thin clothes, with envy on his face.

"You young people are really healthy! You're not even cold wearing this much in the dead of winter!"

Evan grinned: "Mr. Jack, you're not old at all!"

"I was actually cold too, but I was in such a rush that I forgot to wear clothes."

The two walked in through the side door as they talked, and then there was a straight corridor.

The corridor floor was paved with polished black and white checkered marble, which was wiped by servants until it looked like a mirror.

The walls on both sides are covered with emerald green wallpaper, and the wainscoting is made of dark walnut wood.

Ivan didn't have much of a chance to look around. After walking about ten meters down the corridor, he entered the second room on the left.

Inside is a rather private-looking reception room, about twenty square meters in size.

The room was sparsely furnished, but the furnishings were quite exquisite.

A low coffee table, flanked by two high-backed armchairs upholstered in deep red velvet.

At this point, high-end tea and snacks had been laid out on top.

Erdin was sitting there.

Today, Erdin is dressed in her finest attire.

The deep burgundy velvet dress cascaded to the ground, with delicate white lace trim around the neckline and cuffs.

The tightly fitted waist accentuated her dignified and upright figure.

Her blonde hair was neatly styled in a bun at the back of her head, with a few strands of hair secured with pearl hair clips, and a pair of small diamond earrings dangling from her earlobes.

But this elaborate attire only accentuated a face etched with exhaustion.

At this moment, Eldin had completely lost her usual youth and liveliness, as well as the allure and queenly aura she exuded when she transformed into a vampire that night.

She exuded an air of dignified rigidity and lifelessness, like a noble lady.

After Jack brought Ivan in, he nodded respectfully and turned to leave.

Aydin, looking somewhat tired, forced a smile and said, "Merry Christmas, Arkham."

Ivan maintained a very good distance and didn't even sit down.

After glancing around to make sure no one else was around, he blinked.

The intention is clear: Is this a suitable place to whisper?

Erdin nodded: "You can speak freely if there's anything you need."

Ivan cut to the chase and asked, "What do you know about witches?"

Upon hearing this, Erdin raised an eyebrow, and the weariness on her scarlet lips vanished, replaced by a teasing expression.

"What's wrong? Do you want to become a witch?"

Ivan shook his head repeatedly, and finally mumbled:

"One of our female witchers has been captured by a witch, and we are currently trying to find a way to rescue her."

"I've found the ritual performed on the witch, but the details are still unclear."

Eltin nodded, and after a moment's thought, said, "If nothing unexpected happens, this witcher should have been captured and taken to the Twilight Rose Sanatorium."

Evan blinked. "Twilight Rose Sanatorium? What kind of place is that?"

Elting sat there motionless and said, "This is a unique area within the Dream Realm."

"This area has no real owner."

"The original Twilight Rose Sanatorium was a mental hospital located in the north of Bolton City."

"At that time, the main responsibility was to take in a large number of unruly noble children, with the goal of transforming them into obedient and well-behaved children."

At this point, Erdin's voice carried a hint of fear and trembling.

"The method of modification is also quite brutal. They will directly use a needle, close to the top of the eyeball, and insert it diagonally."

"Then they smash an organ in the brain, and the child will become incredibly obedient."

Upon hearing this, Ibn instinctively squeezed his legs together, thinking to himself, "This is literally shredding my prefrontal cortex!"

Elting continued, "Perhaps too much resentment and some things that had nowhere to be vented gathered there. Later, the laws of matter in that area collapsed and merged into the Dream Realm."

"After that, many monsters emerged from there, causing a serious supernatural incident."

"And while dealing with that area, a senior judge died there."

Ivan's eyes widened slightly: "The leaders are all... dead!?"

Erdin nodded: "How he died and what the cause of death were are classified information, and I don't know either."

"The outside world only knows that the Twilight Rose Sanatorium was subsequently completely expelled into the Dreamland."

"But the powerful order left by the judges has been integrated with that area."

"This has created a special area with its own independent rules."

Hearing this, Ivan nodded: "If I wanted to enter this area to rescue people, what risks would there be?"

After a moment's thought, Erdin said, "If you follow the rules of that area completely, there won't be any risks."

“I know several aristocratic ladies who returned safely from there; they had volunteered to go there for training.”

"For them, the whole process was almost like a dream."

"There, they all became princesses, surrounded by guards, princes, and all sorts of servants..."

"As the core members, they needed to fulfill the qualities, conduct, and knowledge of princesses, and then they returned very smoothly."

"According to their descriptions, it was a very happy place, which made them feel that time passed quickly."

"They felt like they had spent 10 days there, but when they came back they realized that only one day had passed."

Ivan quickly jotted it down: "What does that have to do with witches?"

Eldin sighed, "Because the powerful one who died there was a witch."

"As far as I know, there are three witches there who keep the entire sanatorium running."

"And there are now more than two hundred students from all walks of life in the United States."

"They all underwent their own spiritual practices there; there were ladies, gentlemen, knights, blacksmiths, male servants, and female servants..."

“They are all different kinds of people, and about three-quarters of them are ordinary people who cannot sense anything else due to their spiritual vision.”

"The rules there also prevent other superhumans and monsters from harming them."

"The remaining quarter are generally extraordinary individuals from various factions or noble families."

After a pause, Erdin's eyes held a warning: "It's not a good place for superhumans."

"I heard that the chances of a superhuman surviving there are less than one in ten."

Evan nodded thoughtfully, and then briefly explained the contents of the ceremony.

"So, if this ritual I received goes smoothly, I'll be able to go directly to the Twilight Rose Sanatorium?"

Erdin recalled Ivan's ritual and nodded, saying, "Yes, this ritual is similar to what I described."

"The prerequisite is that you need to be selected."

Ivan stood up and nodded: "Thank you, Miss Hearst!"

"If you have any needs in the future, you can let me know at any time."

Just as Evan turned to leave, Erdin gave him a hint.

"I've heard that you're quite knowledgeable about potions."

"From what I understand, if you are skilled at potion making, or have a talent for potions..."

"The chances of surviving there are very high."

"If you're going to hold a ceremony, you'd better bring your copper pot and a few potions that you might need."

At this point, Erdin instinctively wanted to stand up.

But the thought of having to redo the complicated skirt made her maintain her previous pose.

"It would be best to hide it in a place where they can't find it."

Upon hearing this, Ivan's lips curled up in a rather unrestrained smile.

"Don't worry, I'm quite good at this!"

After Ivan left, a tall, slender maid with a capable demeanor, dressed in a black and white maid dress, came out.

The maid wore a white lace headband and had an ordinary appearance, but the composure she exuded in her every move made people feel that she was no ordinary person.

"Miss, what does this seemingly foolish witcher want to do?"

The tone didn't sound like a maid speaking to her mistress; it sounded more like two very close girlfriends.

With the help of the maid, Erdin stood up and said with a smile, "Maybe this is going to be quite a scene?"

"Isn't this a good thing? After all, if things get chaotic there, it will benefit us too."

The maid muttered after hearing this, "But Miss, isn't your good friend, Miss Mans, one of the owners there?"