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

Vic smiled, turned around and took out another box, saying, "This is your prize money this time, as well as the recipes for Lion and Ironblood Potion."

“You have completed the pre-assigned task, and each of you will receive a bonus of $500.”

After a pause, Vic looked at Ivan: "Here's your bonus for the solo rescue, a total of $1000."

"As for the Healing Church saying they want to give you a special reward, you can go to the church when you have time."

Upon seeing the money and the potion recipe, the four of them grinned, revealing their white teeth and beaming with smiles.

After giving out all the rewards, Vic took a document and said solemnly.

"These are the relevant cases I have accumulated at the moment. Please get to work as soon as possible."

Evan handed the documents to Richard and David, took the list and looked at it; there were fifteen cases accumulated on it at this time.

These include five eyewitness accounts, four murder cases, and six assault cases.

The supernatural beings involved include modified vampires, ghouls, spirits, bizarre brass corpses, and strange, wriggling soft-bodied monsters...

"Following this expansion, the processes for related tasks have also been optimized," Vic said.

"After completing the task, there is no need to contact the relevant patrols for confirmation."

As he spoke, he pulled out four fist-sized, square mechanical structures from the shadows.

Ivan blinked when he saw the thing, because its shape was almost identical to those of the portable film cameras of later generations.

It has an iron casing, a protruding brass lens barrel at the front, and a manual lens winding knob on the side.

Vic handed it over and said, "This is a level 5 magical artifact, a trace camera, jointly developed by the research institute above and the Healing Church."

"This trace camera cannot capture regular images, but it can capture extraordinary traces around a target."

"After you've dealt with the monsters, use this camera to take pictures, make sure there are no supernatural traces around, and then bring the body back."

After a pause, Vic said with a serious expression, "This thing is a privilege based on your group of heroes."

"If fraud is discovered, not only will this privilege be revoked, but the subsequent consequences will also be investigated and held accountable."

"I hope you will not let us down."

After the four people took the camera with the traces, they smiled and said, "Don't worry about this!"

"We have always been committed to integrity and would never do anything dishonest or fraudulent!"

Finally, Vic gave each of the four people five dollar birds for use in case of emergency.

Vic then urged the four of them to go and carry out the mission rather urgently.

As they were parting, Ivan suddenly asked, "By the way, Captain! Didn't you let those brothers who came to help get some work?"

Vic sighed, "I'd like them to clean up this mess."

"But the aftermath of this incident is far greater than you can imagine."

"A lot of people died in that explosion!"

"And they are all at the master level!"

"Although the soul dies in the dream world, it is not truly dead."

"But the spirituality of the original body has also been severely damaged."

"I heard that several masters seemed to have lost control and gone crazy because of this, causing some rather bad accidents."

"Now they are all rushing back to deal with the mess that followed."

After a pause, Vic reminded him, "By the way, it seems that Dick from the Sleeping Order escaped at the crucial moment and was not seriously injured."

"This guy has been waiting for you to recover these past few days. He said you two hit it off and he wants to have a chat."

Evan thought to himself, "It seems that Dick didn't tell us the truth of what happened back then."

"Although this kid is a bit crazy, he's actually quite reliable when it comes to important matters!"

After all, it was Evan who brought Dick back.

Only Dick knew that Evan had survived that horrific explosion.

"We really do get along very well."

Vic had no doubts, after all, given the circumstances at the time, the two guys' abstract behavior could indeed be described as birds of a feather.

……

The four men, laden with their loot, left the police station and returned to their carriage.

David couldn't help but whistle.

"Hahaha! So, from now on, we can be considered people with official status!?"

As he spoke, he excitedly picked up the badge and held it up to his chest: "Tsk tsk! This badge makes you look so impressive when you wear it out."

"Let's see who among those organizations will look down on us anymore!?"

Erlong touched the badge, his face filled with excitement.

"Indeed, with such a badge and this authorization certificate, I will never have to worry about being underpaid when I go out to take on jobs again."

Ivan raised an eyebrow: "Bargaining? Even extraordinary jobs can be bargained down?"

Erlong hummed in agreement: "Of course, the essence of the extraordinary is still that of a human."

"Over the years, the status of us witchers has not been very good. We can make a living by taking on mortals' jobs at the tavern."

"But if you take on commissions from other superhumans, you'll generally be looked down upon."

Ivan patted Erlong on the shoulder: "Don't worry, brother! That's all in the past!"

"We are no longer that declining and degenerate little faction!"

Erlong nodded vigorously, his heart pounding with emotion, and said, "Yes!"

After the rope was twisted, Ivan took out the task list and showed it to the group, then assigned each of them a task they were good at.

Richard, the most experienced in combat, gave his final instructions:

"These monsters aren't very strong; they're mostly failed experimental subjects, but don't let your guard down."

"Make adequate preparations!"

Everyone nodded: "Understood!"

The four then split up and acted separately.

With the protective potion, the combat power of Richard and his two companions was greatly enhanced.

Ivan was quite at ease dealing with these monsters who weren't even apprentices.

While leading the three men on their mission, Evan first took the tram back to Guding Street.

The tram clanged and rattled along the snow-covered tracks, while the low red-brick buildings and newsboys hawking their wares on street corners, their breath steaming in the cold air, flashed past the window.

Recalling the earth-shattering battle, Ivan felt somewhat dazed, unsure if the other side was his own world.

It wasn't until he got home and saw the old spring bed, hearing that familiar creaking sound, that Evan knew he was back in reality!

That disorienting feeling vanished in an instant.

"That's the importance of anchor points! They let me know which world I'm from."

At that moment, he realized the importance of anchor points for the first time.

Ivan then performed a spiritual veil.

After confirming that no one else was watching, Evan took a deep breath, reached into his lower back, and pulled out a gray cane.

I've had this product for so long, but I haven't had a chance to try it out yet.

His mind combined the memories brought by the cane, and then he saw Evan suddenly swing the cane.

With a few cracking sounds, the once incredibly sturdy columnar cane instantly disintegrated into hundreds and thousands of tiny blades, connected by an incredibly flexible soft structure.

It instantly transformed into an incredibly deadly soft chain sword.

The silver blades gleamed with a cold, eerie light in the dim room, and with the vibration of the chain, they emitted a series of sharp, dangerous metallic scraping sounds.

"Wow, awesome!" Evan exclaimed excitedly.

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After feeling it for a moment, Ivan suddenly swung his hand forward.

Whoosh!

A sharp whistling sound flashed by.

Then, in silence...

The old sofa in Evan's living room was reduced to a pile of wooden blocks.

It collapsed with a loud crash.

The dust, sawdust, and rat droppings hidden inside were all scattered on the ground.

The cuts of all the fragments were perfectly clean, without any burrs or deformation caused by compression!

The smooth cross-section even revealed the individual severed fibers of the filling material inside.

Upon seeing this, Ivan was immediately shocked: "Wow, I didn't expect it to be able to stretch after transforming!"

I had just thought this was a normal attack from the chain sword.

However, during the swinging process, he discovered that the sword could still perform subtle movements.

The overall structure can be made as narrow as possible, allowing for attacks up to 4 meters away.

If you don't want to attack that far, the entire structure will naturally spread out.

The feeling of that swing just now was less like a sword and more like an incredibly sharp fly swatter.

The fly swatter slicing the old sofa into tiny pieces.

"Awesome! Awesome!"