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

Once everything was ready, Evan first poured the water out of the pot.

Then, water was added back into the pot, and the pot was infused with spiritual energy by placing both hands on its sides.

"I want to concoct a potion that possesses the properties of the Black Sun Furnace!"

As spiritual energy was infused, ripples spread across the calm water, and a glimmer of light, rarely seen by ordinary people, flashed by.

Immediately afterward, Ivan inserted the rib vertically, followed by his own poisoned blood.

The moment the poisonous blood was added to the pot, the contents began to boil violently, as if hot oil had met cold water.

"So intense? That doesn't seem right."

Although he had some doubts, Evan couldn't care less about that at the moment.

Then they put in the stone fragments of the idol and the black feathers.

A dozen seconds later, as the boiling subsided, Ivan continued to add coal to the furnace.

"Hehehe! I hope I can brew a potion with a black sun furnace!"

As Evan thought to himself, he couldn't help but grin and let out a strange laugh.

In the pitch-black kitchen late at night, the flames burned rapidly, and the light shining through the cracks in the old stove reflected on Evan's face.

At this moment, Evan's demeanor was not that of a normal person, but more like that of an old witch brewing a pot of poison in a dark cellar!

The black liquid in the pot was bubbling and churning, and the rising steam carried an indescribable, eerie smell.

Five minutes passed quickly, and there was no indication on the copper pot.

Fifteen minutes passed, and the water in the pot had almost evaporated, but there was still no notification.

Ivan turned around, refilled the water, and continued boiling...

This continued until dawn.

The whole room was filled with steam, and the entire copper pot was glowing red-hot.

However, the result was that the rib inside remained completely still, leaving only a strange, pasty mass at the bottom of the pot.

"This must be a failure, right?" Evan sighed as his last hope was dashed.

Upon closer inspection, the rib was found to be undamaged and its surface remained perfectly smooth.

Undeterred, Evan put the rib he had cooked overnight into his mouth and chewed it hard.

quack!

"Hmm! It's a little different from yesterday!" Evan's eyes lit up.

He then removed his ribs, which didn't even have a single tooth mark on them.

The only difference is that I lost three teeth yesterday, and today I lost five!!

"Blanch!!"

Ibn instinctively wanted to throw the rib on the ground, but was worried that it would smash through the floor.

Helplessly, he tucked it into his lower back and stored it in his storage space.

Finally, with no other choice, Ivan picked up a spoon and stuffed the black lump at the bottom of the pot into his mouth.

However, this lump of stuff didn't even trigger a notification on the system panel.

In other words, this thing is no different from normal food and has no extraordinary effects whatsoever!

Like eating a candy pill, he casually stuffed the five teeth back into his mouth and swallowed them, then looked out the window where it had already lit up.

"It seems that not just any materials can be used to make potions!"

"Materials for those of the superior rank... it seems only those of the superior rank can refine them!"

Although he had stayed up all night without achieving anything, Evan, who never fretted over things, was not in a bad mood at the moment.

"On the bright side, at least I haven't been corrupted by the extraordinary properties of this rib!"

"Ha ha!"

Smiling, Evan first prepared breakfast for Gold.

While waiting for the gold to eat, Evan washed his face and tidied up his dark stubble.

He then tucked the gold into his lower back, went out for a seventy-cent breakfast, and took the tram to Federal Avenue.

He needs to check on Morales' condition today.

Now, one-third of the Holy Son's power resides in him, and it's unknown whether this kid has awakened some special ability.

At nine o'clock in the morning, Evan arrived at Federal Avenue with considerable ease.

Just as Evan passed by Hill's house, he noticed something unusual about the doorbell.

At this moment, a crepe cloth hung on the doorbell handle, trimmed with a white satin ribbon.

In this era, hanging a crepe-like garment generally signifies the death of someone in the family.

The color white generally represents unmarried young men and women in the family.

This means that, in the eyes of the material world and her parents, Hill is now completely dead.

At this time, many relatively respectable neighbors appeared at their doorsteps, talking in hushed tones, and occasionally casting inquiring glances at Adolf's house.

The middle-aged couple standing at the door didn't seem too sad; instead, they exuded a sense of peace.

Ivan covered his hair and eyes, activated his Demon Hunter Vision to observe carefully, and this calmness was not feigned.

They didn't seem to have much sadness in them; instead, they gave off a sense of relief and ease.

Seeing this, Ivan was so angry he laughed.

"Senior sister's decision was really correct. No wonder it was so easy for you to decide to arrest her back then!"

This shows that the parents have feelings for their daughter, but not many.

For many years, the concern about Hill has been more about him ruining the family's reputation.

Now that their daughter, who had escaped their control and tarnished the family's reputation, is dead, it is a relief and a liberation for them.

Ivan had no interest in imposing any additional punishment on the two of them.

After all, it's someone else's family matter. Now that his good senior sister has completely severed ties, there's no need for him to get involved excessively.

As he was observing, Ivan saw the Morales family coming out of Adolf's house.

Ivan didn't go up to them immediately, but quietly followed the three of them until they arrived at Morales' house before going over to say hello.

Old Morales warmly invited Ivan to come in and have a seat.

Evan smiled and said, "No, Mr. Morales, I just wanted to ask him about some things."

Old Morales nodded, then turned and left with his wife.

It seems that the tragedy in Adolf's family touched Morais, and the middle-aged man no longer has the same strong desire for control as before.

Her eyes and brows seemed to show a greater acceptance and trust in her son.

After his parents left, Morales sighed, "Oh! Poor Adolf!"

Ivan sighed and said, "It's gotten to this point, maybe death is a relief!"

Morales hummed in agreement, his eyes instinctively glancing to either side, and said in a low voice.

"It really is a relief!"

"I noticed that his parents didn't seem very sad at the funeral; they even laughed out loud occasionally!"

"How cold-blooded!"

After a pause, Morales asked curiously, "What brings you here today?"

Evan asked curiously, "Have you felt unwell these past few days, or had any dreams last night?"

Hearing this, Morales hesitated for a moment, then asked, "Why are you asking this?"

Ivan casually said, "You should have heard about the Sap Group thing by now, right?"

Morales nodded: "It shouldn't have anything to do with me, right?"

Evan casually made up a story: "The white bone disc that gives you nightmares comes from the Sap Group."

"You've probably heard about some violent incidents lately, all of which were done by special people they secretly employ."

“I was worried that there might be some other signs on your body, so I came to ask.”

Upon hearing this, Morales was startled, then immediately cursed angrily: "This group is truly a bunch of beasts, they're too wicked!"

P.S.: Evan: I failed to become a master of splits and even lost eight teeth. Please vote with some monthly tickets!

Chapter 240: Four Months of Growth, the Severely Injured Byron (Seeking Monthly Tickets)

After shouting a few curses, Morales coughed and said, "I did have some nightmares the other night..."

"It's strange, but...I dreamt about you!"

At this point, Morales quickly waved his hand, "Please don't misunderstand!"

"I just vaguely felt that I was in a blood-red space and had some conversation with you, but I can't remember what we said."

"And these past two days, I've felt great both physically and mentally!"

At this point, Morales became a little nervous: "Could I be under some kind of strange curse!?"

Ivan raised his hand and placed it on his shoulder, infusing it with a touch of spirituality.

Then he didn't feel anything.

Morales's body was exactly the same as before, except that some minor injuries from his growth had been healed.

Based on this perspective, he was just an ordinary person, as ordinary as can be.

Ivan sighed inwardly, "As expected, someone like me, a mere Karami, still has no way of sensing a transcendent being!"

After confirming that Morales was alright, Ivan smiled and said, "Maybe it's because your parents trust you more and more, which has given you confidence!"

"Your body is perfectly healthy, without any abnormalities or curses!"