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

Both of them had their own small items on their desks. For example, David's desk had all sorts of tools and mechanical clocks.

On Erlong's table were some animal skeletons and turtle shells of various colors and sizes.

On Richard's table were various heaters and gloves, and at his feet were some exercise equipment.

"Junior Brother!"

David greeted Ivan with a smile upon his arrival.

Evan nodded: "How have you been feeling lately? Have you experienced any symptoms of osteoporosis?"

The three of them have been taking the protective potion for four months.

During those four months, they didn't eat it every day; on average, each person ate less than thirty pieces.

At the same time, nutritional supplements were provided as instructed by Ivan.

Erlong, who was standing to the side, stood up and stretched his arms, saying, "Let me explain, since I'm the weakest among us."

"Based on my experience, I noticed some popping sounds in my palms and knees more than two weeks ago."

"Then, as you instructed, I have recently been drinking a lot of milk, eating some buttermilk, as well as sardines and herring."

"That feeling of vulnerability quickly disappeared."

Hearing this, Ivan nodded in relief: "That's good."

"Where did Senior Brother Richard go?"

David leaned back in his chair: "You know this guy, right? This house is so cold and damp right now, he doesn't want to burn coal, so he goes out to stretch his legs."

Evan nodded and sat down at his workstation. After the routine sign-in, he said, "I'll get on the bus to Worcester in a bit."

"From now on, the daily operations will be handled by Senior Brother Richard."

"If you encounter any official issues, just go directly to Gray."

The two smiled and nodded to indicate that they understood, since Ivan had given similar instructions two days ago.

As they parted, Erlong said, "If possible, Junior Brother might be able to bring Renn and Leqi over to join our company this time."

"Anyway, Worcester and Bolton are not far apart, and we can now get some waterway security jobs."

“Especially from the port of Bolton, transporting goods inland along the river.”

"However, none of us are good at swimming, so this brother and sister might be able to make up for our shortcomings."

Evan raised his hand to make an OK sign, then pushed open the door and left.

After successfully arriving at Boston South Station, Evan, who was now quite strapped for cash, couldn't bear to buy those single-room tickets, so he spent one dollar on a regular train ticket.

The journey was uneventful, and Evan arrived in Worcester smoothly at noon.

Although Worcester is a county surrounding Bolton, it has full county-level autonomy, a large permanent population, and a highly developed and sophisticated machinery.

The company mainly produces various wire meshes, building components, diamond grinding wheels, as well as various machine tools and engineering accessories.

At the same time, the region also has a highly developed textile and garment industry.

The company that now employs the most women in the entire United States is located here.

The entire city is built on hills, and the various areas seem to be divided by hills as well, earning it the reputation of the city of seven hills.

Looking around, the city's style is similar to that of Bolton.

I strode out of Worcester Union Station, where the plaza in front of the station was bustling with people.

Because the two sides are relatively close, many workers and businessmen commute back and forth.

Among the crowds, there were many low-income workers wearing old jackets, as well as some middle-class people carrying suitcases, wearing top hats and carrying canes.

In the distance, towering factory chimneys were belching gray-white smoke, while several cars, horse-drawn carriages, and trams traveled together on the stone-paved road in front of the square.

The sounds of horns, horses' hooves, and the clanging of railway tracks mingled together.

Evan's sharp eyes scanned the surroundings and quickly spotted Ryan standing by the roadside, dressed in an old vest and work pants.

Only then did Raine notice Ivan, who was dressed smartly and neatly. A hint of envy flashed in his eyes as he quickly walked over to greet him.

After a brief exchange of pleasantries, Ryan smiled and said, "This job will mainly take place outside the city, starting tomorrow at noon."

"Then the three of us will go together, so we can look out for each other."

Evan nodded and looked at Raine.

Compared to the last time we met, Renn's complexion was rosier now, but he seemed somewhat listless.

"It seems that the work of drug testing is indeed quite risky."

Renn sighed, "Yes, but jobs are getting harder and harder to find these days. The only advantage we witchers have is our stronger drug resistance."

"When I can't find a job, at least I can support my family with this skill."

As he spoke, Ryan glanced at Ivan's attire: "Mr. Arkham, you are now an expert in the police department, and you even have official authorization."

"You're dressed so respectably, there's no need for you to take on such threatening drug trials that don't pay much!"

As they walked, Evan sighed, "Every family has its own problems. Don't be fooled by my respectable appearance; my expenses are high too."

"Earning some money is better than nothing. Nobody complains about having too much money, right?"

After hearing this, Ryan laughed heartily: "That's absolutely right!"

"So, are you planning to go straight to the hotel, or would you like me to show you around Worcester?"

Ivan said directly, "I also received a request from the University of Michigan to go to the city's special operations team to retrieve some files."

Ryan nodded: "Alright, I'll take you there!"

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Then Ryan took Evan onto the tram, and about twenty minutes later, it stopped in front of a tall building.

This is a typical municipal building, with its exterior walls made of rough gray granite and several imposing Roman-style columns above the main entrance.

The windows were tall and narrow, exuding a cold, rigid sense of order.

The stone carvings under the eaves have been eroded by time and coal smoke, and policemen in dark blue uniforms come and go from time to time at the entrance, while several black police carriages come and go.

The police station that could be seen was also quite busy, and the setup was similar to that in Bolton City.

The two walked in through a side door and found themselves in a similarly laid-out foyer.

As soon as Ryan stepped inside, he heard an impatient voice say, "Get out of here, you scumbag! There's no work for you here!"

Upon hearing this, Ryan looked somewhat embarrassed.

Ivan turned his head and saw a young man in his thirties leaning against the window, comfortably smoking.

He was dressed in a respectable police uniform, with a slender face, a hooked nose, high brow bones, and sunken eye sockets, giving him a sharp and mean appearance.

His long face was filled with disdain and contempt as he looked at Renn.

Looking at the two people's positions and the atmosphere, Evan immediately remembered why Richard had been so hostile to the officials before.

If it weren't for them, Gray, Allen, and Vic would probably have had the same attitude towards Richard and the others.

Although it was quite embarrassing, Ryan explained, "Sorry, Officer Pick, I'm not here to look for a job."

"This is Mr. Arkham, a potion expert from Bolton City."

Upon hearing the name Arkham, the young man known as Pique raised an eyebrow.

Then I saw this tall, well-dressed middle-class man give me a bright, sunny smile that seemed to have no ulterior motives:

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Pick."

Pique remained unmoved, tapped his cigarette ash with his finger, and said:

"I know you. I heard you're a stupid witcher who lives in the slums, never does any rituals, and just blindly makes potions."

At this point, a hint of disdain appeared on Pike's face: "Is there no one else at the University of Michigan? Why did they send over a witcher who's not even very bright?!"

Seeing Pique's attitude, Evan raised an eyebrow in surprise.

He had assumed that, given his current reputation, the police officers who came here would treat him with some respect.

After all, he could be considered an expert in Bolton City, and his presence was quite strong in dealing with the aftermath of the Sap Group.

But upon further reflection, Evan understood.

Although the Sap incident was widely known among the higher-ups, those at the lower levels were unaware of what was actually happening.

To maintain secrecy, Vic naturally wouldn't reveal what happened inside.

After all, he was counting on Evan as his secret weapon to make his job a little easier.

If we promote Ivan too much, what if he gets poached by other organizations and moves to other cities?

This mission was not assigned by the special operations team.

They reported the case to the University of Michigan, and then the University of Michigan assigned personnel to the case.

Most importantly, the relationship between police forces in different cities, especially between police forces at different levels, is quite tense.

After all, it's not uncommon for state police and city police to fight each other while chasing a criminal.

The prestige I gained in Bolton City is completely useless here.

That's why this case eventually ended up back in his own hands.

Evan believed that, in addition to their abilities, other superhumans simply disliked carrying out missions across regions.

After hearing what Pique said, Ivan really wanted to smash his head in.

But he held back for the sake of the reward of one hundred and twenty dollars.

"Officer Piqué, please don't let your personal emotions affect your work."

"I'm here to investigate the case of the human-faced rat, and I need to retrieve the relevant case files."

Upon hearing this, Pique acted as if he hadn't heard a word, turned around, stubbed out his cigarette, and prepared to leave.

Faced with this overly arrogant behavior, Ivan's sunny smile grew even brighter.