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

Then the cat imitated Evan's posture and finished defecating as well.

Then it triggered the underlying code, and stood on the edge of the toilet and scratched twice with its front paws.

"Awesome!"

Seeing this, Ivan rubbed the golden cat's head with great pleasure.

He then grabbed the gold and placed it behind his back. Subsequently, under his perception, the gold appeared in his storage space.

The spiritual connection between the two continues.

This made Gold feel that it was being enveloped more completely by Evan's spirituality in this space.

Then, without making a sound, Gold simply slumped down, leaning against the hilt of the silver cross sword, and fell fast asleep.

After confirming that the gold wouldn't suffocate inside, Evan quickly put on his respectable three-piece suit, a black cashmere coat, and a corduroy newsboy cap, and hurried out the door.

Pushing open the door and stepping onto the snow, Evan rubbed his stomach and realized he wasn't as hungry as usual.

"It seems that the enhanced digestive power brought by the Devourer of Stars has begun to take effect."

"If this were any other time, my stomach would be growling by now."

"He's getting more and more handsome, Arkham!!"

While Evan was deep in thought, Old Tom, the shoemaker standing at the door, spoke with a smile.

At this moment, old Tom's long eyebrows and beard were covered with frost, he was wearing an old gray cotton coat, a felt hat on his head, and a black scarf around his neck.

Old Tom, in his fifties, was still in relatively good health, though his physique was becoming increasingly hunched.

At this moment, two children, about seven or eight years old, were with him, asking their grandfather to build them a snowman.

Ivan smiled gently and said, "Your grandson and granddaughter are growing more and more beautiful!"

"His eyes are full of intelligence; he's destined for great academic success!"

Old Tom chuckled, his voice tinged with wistfulness: "If only those two could get into the University of the Wise like you!"

"Even if I, an old man, go to hell, I can still brag to those demons!"

Chatting and laughing, Ivan went to the Bee Restaurant and had another cheap breakfast for sixty cents.

Instead of going directly to David's house, he went to find Gust.

It's only seven in the morning, and it's not time for Gust, this homebody, to go to sleep yet.

The two still did not meet, communicating through Gust's special communication ability.

“You should be able to sense that something big is about to happen,” Ivan said, getting straight to the point.

Gust responded with a hum: "Yes, I seem to be able to see some things, but I can't stop them with my abilities."

Ivan said directly, "Your gang, the Gus, has a history of extorting and bullying the neighbors on this street."

"I know I can't change this ecological environment by myself."

"Although I have a good impression of you, I don't agree with the way your underlings operate."

Hearing Ivan's direct criticism, Gust hesitated and didn't know how to respond for a moment.

"I... well... should I teach them a lesson?"

Ivan didn't dwell on this matter too much.

"I just hope you can let your underlings know that since they've taken protection money, they should do their job properly."

“If any unrest breaks out on Guding Street, I don’t want to see your underlings making a fortune off such a disaster.”

Upon hearing this, Gust immediately abandoned his previous hesitation and spoke decisively.

"Everything has a price, you can rest assured about that."

“Those kids who have taken bribes on a regular basis, if they dare to run away if anything happens, I will take care of them without you having to lift a finger.”

“My feelings for Guding Street are no less than yours.”

Evan hummed in agreement, then walked through the alley and boarded the tram.

Forty minutes later, Evan arrived at David's villa.

After a brief exchange of pleasantries upon entering the house, Richard spoke directly.

"All the materials for the statues have been placed in the cellar, and the surrounding area has been decorated with protective runes to ensure safety."

Ivan nodded, then selectively recounted the information he had learned the previous night to the three people.

The three of them immediately became quite serious after hearing this.

Richard stroked his chin: "I've heard of all these organizations; they're all well-established and large organizations!"

“Some of them have even been secretly passed down for thousands of years.”

David asked while chewing, "Junior Brother, what should we do next?"

Ivan extended his hand: "I now possess a special supernatural ability that allows me to temporarily store things."

"Give me all your protective potions first, and store them here temporarily."

"We'll redistribute them after we enter the dream world tonight."

"If you need anything else, you can bring it to me, but not too much, as the space is limited."

Erlong was shocked upon hearing this: "Extraordinary properties of storage space?"

Ivan nodded: "I guess so."

Upon hearing this, Richard patted Ivan on the shoulder with delight: "Good, good, good! As expected of the eldest junior brother! Well done!"

Finally, the three of them handed over their respective tools and potions.

This included Erlong's tortoise shell, a spiked hammer, David's strange cannon and chainsaw blade, and a set of potions that several people had prepared in advance yesterday.

After these preparations were completed, the entire space was filled to 70%.

David once again brought out his savings, and now each of the three of them was equipped with two bottles of intermediate-level potions.

When used in conjunction with a protective potion, it can double the combat power of three people.

At the same time, in addition to the relevant potions, the three also brought various ritual materials and props.

This includes various amulets, holy water that effectively counters ghouls, and powder that can instantly reveal invisible units, among others.

The last of the gold could only lie in the shadowy cloak at the very top.

At this moment, Charles was eager to fight, his eyes burning with a desire to battle, his clenched fists cracking.

"Last time, I was suddenly ambushed and captured by these guys, and they bled me a lot."

"This time, I'll show them just how terrifying a fully armed and prepared Witcher can be!"

Seeing this fully armed and ready-to-go-into-the-dungeon attitude, Ivan's fighting spirit also rose.

"Four fists came together," Ivan shouted.

"Through this battle, we will truly make a name for ourselves!"

"This will allow us to gain a firm foothold in Bolton!"

The three of them shouted at the same time, "Yes, sir! Junior brother!"

Just as the four of them were ready, a crow half a meter long quietly landed outside the window.

Then Vic's voice came from the crow's beak: "Something big has happened. Call the action team for a meeting!"

Then the crow flapped its wings and quickly flew away.

Richard looked at Evan with a serious expression: "We don't have any official positions here, so the rest of the negotiations will depend on you."

Ivan grinned: "Don't worry!"

The four men then boarded a horse-drawn carriage, which creaked and groaned as it passed over the thick snow, and arrived at the city police department's special operations team thirty minutes later.

Guided by the middle-aged woman wearing glasses, the four people went directly to the special operations team's main office.

The office is about 40 square meters, with a long wooden table in the middle and chairs around it.

An old map of Bolton City hangs on the wall, its edges yellowed and curled.

A copper chandelier hung from the ceiling, its shade covered with a thin layer of dust.

There were quite a few people in the office at that moment.

Besides Vic and Gray from the special operations team, there are also Black and Landon from the prosecutor's side.

Opposite these two groups were two middle-aged men and women dressed in black suits, who looked like seasoned businessmen.

The two men were dressed impeccably in formal attire, and the man wore a gold-chained pocket watch around his neck.

The woman wore a simple brooch at her collar, exuding an air of understated shrewdness.

Beside the middle-aged couple, a young man who looked to be in his thirties leaned against the wall.

This guy has a fiery red afro, is blind in his left eye, and wears a pirate eyepatch.

The left wrist has no hand; at the end is a black frying pan.

His only remaining right hand was now playing with a ball of flame.

There were also several men and women wearing expert armbands, who, like Ivan, were likely special experts invited by the special operations team.

It can be said that the core combat force is now basically complete.

The group seemed to be talking about something. When Ivan and his men arrived, everyone turned to look at them.

Two seconds later, Vic stood up: "Let me introduce myself to you all..."

At this moment, the one-eyed man with an afro and a frying pan in his left hand stood up, grinned, and said, "No need for introductions!"

"I've heard similar stories about the potion maniac of Bolton City many times in Xinxiang."

Finally, he stood up, smiled, and walked over, revealing a mouthful of yellow teeth: "Hello there! Brother Arkham!"

"I am Colt Dick from the Order of the Sleeping Monks!"

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