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

The pages are made of a rather unique material; they feel like leather to the touch.

The text on it is incomplete and blurred, yellowed and dull, with some cracks, exuding an ancient texture that has been weathered by time.

Armitage took a deep breath and said seriously, "This is a small, damaged fragment from the Necronomicon, containing unparalleled supernatural power."

“I have carried this fragment for over thirty years, and my spirituality has become completely integrated with it.”

"At the same time, I can also control the extraordinary power within it for my own use."

"After you enter the sanatorium through the ceremony, I will go directly to the Dreamland to observe you."

“If you encounter any danger, you can directly infuse your spirituality into it. The power within can temporarily tear apart the rules of the sanatorium and resonate with me at the same time.”

"At that time, I will be able to get you back."

Upon hearing that the doctor really had a solution, Evan felt a surge of excitement and thrill, and carefully took the tattered page with both hands.

He had heard the name of the Necronomicon countless times back on Earth.

Although he didn't know what was recorded inside or where it came from.

But he knew this thing was awesome.

"Doctor! You... are so damn reliable!!"

At this moment, Armitage was like Doraemon to Ivan.

Richard paused for a moment and then asked, "What if they search us?"

Armitage, who was laughing halfway through, suddenly fell into deep thought.

Ivan grinned and said, "I have a plan!"

"By the way, Doctor, this thing shouldn't be corroded by regular bodily fluids, right?"

Armitage smiled and said, "Of course, not to mention conventional methods, even a lord-level supernatural power would not be able to destroy this fragment."

Looking at Ivan's expression, he immediately understood: "You want to eat it and hide it in your stomach, right? A brilliant idea!"

Ivan smiled mysteriously: "That's fine then."

Then everyone began preparations.

Armitage asked Ivan what kind of potion he needed.

Ivan already had a Lion, and he also ordered a bottle of Insight Potion and a dose of Stampede Potion.

Then Ivan asked Armitage for some materials and, behind closed doors, refined two portions of high-grade ghoul feed.

As Aiden mentioned before, taking or sacrificing new potions that other humans have not used before is more effective.

After finishing, Ivan immediately ate a serving of ghoul food.

[You have consumed an incomplete ghoul premium fodder. Effects last: 20 minutes.]

[Effect: During the duration of the drug's effects, you will be recognized as one of the ghouls.]

[Reversal progress: 40 hours.]

Then, he stuffed the three bottles of potions and the fragments of the Necronomicon into his rectum.

"It's a bit too deep...it's slightly swollen..."

"Fortunately, the body's flexibility played a big role."

In the bathroom, Evan carefully examined the area.

"It's alright, I've already gotten used to it."

"Now I have incredibly precise control over my body."

"The fragments of the Necronomicon are placed at the very back, and when necessary, spiritual energy can be infused into them through the intestines."

After carefully examining it, Ivan nodded and said, "Perfect!"

After everything was settled, Ivan walked out of the bathroom. Meanwhile, Armitage had already completed the setup of the magic array and the preparation of materials in his magic workshop.

A circle of intricate runes was drawn on the ground with some kind of silver-gray powder, with a few faint lights embedded between the runes.

Richard then hung the potion pouch he had prepared beforehand on Ivan's body.

This includes some common magic potions.

For example, Ironblood, Shark, Gecko, Basic Blasphemy, Purifying Potion...

These were all things Evan requested, his purpose being to allow them to search him, to confuse them.

"Be careful!" Richard said solemnly, giving Ivan a big hug.

Ivan sat in the middle of the magic circle, holding the cauldron, and then put the high-grade ghoul feed he had prepared into it.

Armitage sensed the ghoul aura emanating from Ivan and sighed, "Where did they get this recipe from?!"

The two then closed the door and left.

Ivan took a deep breath and bowed his head to recite.

"To enlighten wisdom in the darkness of ancient ignorance!"

"To ignite a spark from the chaos of all things!"

"Ah~ a wise and beautiful witch,"

"To become a beautiful dream, to become dust, to become night, to become a wish..."

"Please dwell in heaven and earth, please dwell in dreams..."

As Ivan continued chanting, the surrounding magic circles began to light up brightly.

An unseen force began to draw upon the potion in the center, and an eerie shadow began to loom around Ivan.

Finally, everything converged into that brass crucible...

"This is it! I offer it up!"

As the last sentence ended, a terrifying light flashed by.

Evan, along with his cauldron and the potion inside, vanished into thin air.

After sensing the end of the magic, Armitage and Richard pushed open the door.

"The ritual was a success!" Armitage's voice was filled with certainty as he sensed the lingering effects of the magic.

May the truth protect you!

……

Meanwhile, on the other side.

In a dizzying moment, Evan felt an invisible force licking every part of his body.

They licked everything clean, from clothes and underwear to potions and so on.

When Evan opened his eyes while holding the crucible, he found himself in a dimly lit stone castle.

The surroundings were dark, with only a few torches burning dimly on the wall, their flickering light illuminating the rough stone wall.

The air was filled with the distinctive smell of a medieval castle, a mixture of dampness, mustiness, and the stench of urine.

[WARNING! The constraint of a superior's remnant soul has been detected. Do not violate the rules of this place!]

The moment they landed, a notification appeared on the panel.

Immediately afterwards, a hazy and alluring voice echoed in his mind.

"Your identity is that of a sunny, cheerful, and innocent potions apprentice~"

"Little one, get to work and please the witch!"

"It's time to deliver the potion to the princess."

Chapter 196: Princess, if you want to eat my flesh, just tell me in advance!

Listening to the voice in his mind, Evan followed the dark and damp stone steps upwards.

A dozen seconds later, the dim world suddenly became bright.

Unlike a real winter when it's completely dark, it's about four o'clock in the afternoon, just before dusk.

The climate is roughly between late summer and early autumn, quite cool overall, with a hint of dry grass and wood in the wind.

Stepping out through the wooden door on the left, you'll find yourself in a remarkably realistic medieval town.

Everywhere there were low, two-story stone houses with dark terracotta roofs, and several tall mage towers stood on either side, with a continuous stretch of castles in the distance.

Fortunately, this place is somewhat different from the real Middle Ages. At least the ground is not the kind of dirt road full of silt and excrement, but a clean and tidy bluestone road with a few clumps of moss growing out of the cracks.

At this time, there were many people coming and going on the street, all dressed in medieval attire, with different expressions, making it impossible to tell if they were real or fake.

Both sides of the road were lined with all sorts of stalls and shops, selling fruit, fish, weapons, medicine...

The shouts rose and fell, mingling with the smoke from cooking fires and the smell of fish, creating a lively atmosphere.

At this moment, Evan even had the illusion that he had once again traveled through time and arrived in a magical otherworld full of fantasy.

Turning his gaze back, he saw that he was in a completely black magic tower, about four stories high.

The tower looks quite ancient, with dark black stone bricks worn mottled by time, and various kinds of withered vines climbing all around. Several narrow windows are arranged in a spiral shape upwards along the tower.

Thick smoke was billowing out of several of the windows, turning the spire gray and giving off a faint smell of burning herbs.

The newcomer, Evan, was a little lost and had no idea where to deliver the medicine to the princess.

He looked down and saw that his crucible was still in his arms, but a round bottle had appeared in his palm at some point.

The bottle contained a scarlet liquid.

Upon seeing the liquid, Evan swallowed hard, instinctively wanting to taste it to see if it was salty or not.

Just then, a commanding voice rang out from above: "Potion apprentice, what are you doing! Come with me right now! The princess is waiting for your potion!"

Upon hearing this, Ivan turned his head and saw a tall young man wearing silver-gray armor and with a sword at his waist standing not far away.

The armor was polished to a gleaming shine, with intricate patterns engraved on the shoulder blades, but the face was taut and full of impatience.

Faced with that bossy tone, Ivan immediately flashed his sunny and cheerful innocent smile: "Sir Knight, I'm coming!"