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

This means that the toxicity of the shark potion did not enter the Black Blood System!

"This..." Upon seeing this scene, Richard and Erlong were so excited that their eyes turned red, they clenched their fists, and their whole bodies strained.

"How are you feeling?!" Erlong asked, his voice trembling.

David blinked. "The shark potion has taken effect. We'll have to wait a while longer."

"Side effects usually only take effect after the potion's effects wear off."

The group then waited in the carriage for half an hour.

When the shark potion wore off, Evan handed over the sugar, bread, coffee, and sea salt he had just bought.

David couldn't hold back his tears any longer and said, slurring his words, "I don't even need to eat anything!"

"The side effect of the shark potion before was that I couldn't feel my tongue, but now I can't feel any changes inside my mouth!"

Then, under the watchful eyes of the three men, David ate candy, bread, drank coffee, and licked salt while crying.

"It smells! It all smells!!!"

"Master, you all have such flavor!!"

! ! ! !

Upon seeing David's current posture, Richard and Erlon even descended into a state of hysterical excitement and frenzy.

The two of them hugged David and shook him repeatedly, tears streaming from their eyes, trying their best not to make any sobbing sounds.

For many years, these witchers, due to their limitations, have been forced to rely on various magical potions to fight.

Although it has been given a certain degree of toxicity resistance, it can withstand one, two, or even ten times.

But as their levels increased and the intensity of the conflict intensified, they had no choice but to drink more advanced and powerful potions.

The various side effects accumulated, making it rare for past witch hunters to live past fifty years old; their lifespans were even shorter than those of normal people.

They all knew this, but over the years, they had been helpless.

There are people who have tried to develop relevant antidotes, and some have even actually developed them.

However, the price of the antidote is that the potion's effects will also disappear.

However, the antidote itself also has certain toxic side effects!

And today!

And now!

The potion that had only existed in my imagination has finally appeared!

And the way they appear is not one that requires them to purchase them at exorbitant prices!

There's no need to beg for charity from others!

The person who developed this drug is one of their own!

They are good brothers who are willing to entrust their lives to them!

Judging from the current situation, this medicine has even entered the mass production stage!

That junior apprentice who just joined this year was actually holding a huge handful!

After a moment of frenzied excitement, the three of them turned their gazes to Evan, who still wore a sunny and cheerful smile.

The three of them then rushed over and hugged him in the middle.

At this moment, any extra words would seem pale and powerless; the three of them simply took turns saying thank you.

Evan wasn't the kind of person who was pretentious, nor did he like to shirk responsibility or pass the buck.

He knew that the three of them were now somewhat unable to express their gratitude.

So Ivan proudly raised his chest and said, "Dr. Armitage has entrusted me with the task of making this Witcher lineage great and influential!"

"Fellow disciples, now that I have this invention, am I qualified to become the leader of our group?!"

With that, Ivan, like a proud peacock, put his hands on his hips and declared, "I will control all the armies in the world!!"

The three people blinked. Although they didn't understand the meaning of the last sentence, they said it out loud without any hesitation.

"Of course, no problem!"

Richard grabbed Ivan's hand: "Arkham! From today onwards, you are the master of our school!"

"He is the leader of the four of us!"

Then all three of them said at the same time, "Greetings, Master!"

Ivan grinned and said, "No need for such formalities, everyone. From now on, we'll treat each other as we are. I'll call you all 'Senior Brother,' and you can call me 'Master!'"

"Hahaha!"

What should have been a rather heavy and serious process was completed in Ivan's lighthearted and humorous atmosphere.

Evan is a very sentimental person and doesn't want his friends and brothers to feel alienated because of his identity.

The three of them sensed Ivan's thoughts, and David handed him another betel nut, saying, "Okay, junior brother!"

The other two echoed, "Okay, junior brother!"

After a brief commotion, Ivan distributed the pills to them, giving each person five pills in total.

"It's best to store it in a bottle. Although this medicine is not afraid of being dropped, it is afraid of moisture."

"Also, please help me move those stone statue fragments now."

The three of them, now aware of the importance of the stone statue fragments, immediately nodded.

"Yes, sir! Junior Brother!"

The three then drove away in a carriage, under Ivan's watchful eye.

After settling the matter of protecting the potion, Evan turned his attention to Sea Tea Street.

By this time, the winter hat had completely covered his hair, protecting his eyes and opening his vision for hunting demons.

The sewers beneath the snow, as well as the cracks in the walls on both sides, all exude a strong scent of magic potion.

These potions smelled different from the ones I had drunk before, and they didn't seem to have any real effect.

Its core purpose is to enable better dissemination.

"Looks like I'm going to run into some good people again!"

Ivan still remembers that the extraordinary properties of his Black Sun Wings were obtained by dealing with the potion incident.

"My intuition tells me that this time we should be able to obtain extraordinary properties related to spatial containment!"

So Evan, carrying the cat, strode into Haicha Street.

Meanwhile, in the shadows.

An eye slowly emerged from a wriggling, slime-like mass.

It stared at Evan's back, then fixed its gaze on Evan's rear end.

"What I love to see most is my masterpiece devouring these self-important witchers from the inside out!"

"Let's start with your gut today!"

"Feel the vengeance of a potion, Witcher!"

Chapter 206: Ahhh! Who has this thing in their intestines?!

Evan strode into Haicha Street, his sharp eyes quickly sweeping over the place where the supernatural aura was most intense—the home of the old lady who had just negotiated with Richard and his group.

So Ivan smiled and went over to knock on the door, and then he saw the old lady come out very impatiently.

The old woman looked to be in her fifties, with a hunched back, many of her teeth missing, and her face covered with various scars.

He was wearing an old cotton coat with patches on it, and although he looked very pitiful, he gave off a rather sharp feeling.

"Will you scammers ever stop?"

The moment the door closed, the old lady saw that this guy was the same kind of person as those two strange, burly men from before.

Then Evan revealed a bright and cheerful smile: "Don't be afraid, ma'am, I'm not like those two people just now."

"I am a true expert at catching mice!"

As he spoke, Ivan held up the orange cat in his hand: "Look, ma'am, I brought my cat with me, and this cat is really amazing!"

Then Evan put the cat down and said, "Come on, give the old lady something to do!"

The big orange cat seemed to understand what Evan meant, and under the old lady's gaze, it easily completed a backflip on the spot.

The old lady, who had just been full of impatience, had a glint in her eyes when she saw how obedient the cat was and how it could even do backflips.

"Your cat is quite nice; my grandson would like it!"

She then looked up at the young man with the innocent-looking face and said, "You seem more reliable than those two freaks, so come in."

Then Evan picked up Big Orange and followed the old lady up the old staircase piled with clutter.

As he walked uphill, Ivan observed the old woman's figure.

Although she looked very old, the old lady's steps were quite steady, even light.

"That's interesting."

A glint of light flashed in Evan's eyes, and then he followed the old lady all the way to the third floor.

In the left corner of the third floor, there were piles of all kinds of bags and jars emitting a strange smell, which looked like the junk that the old woman had collected.

Pushing open the old door directly in front of him, a rather messy little apartment appeared before Ivan.

This place is piled with all sorts of odds and ends, including old bedding, pots and pans...

As soon as he entered the room, Ivan heard a faint sound.

"Ma'am, you have quite a few rats in your house!"

After watching Ivan enter the house, the old lady grinned and closed the door: "There's no other way, there are just too many rats lately. Could you take a look around here for me first?"

"I'll go get you some water!"