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

The cost of a full course of treatment was enough to cover six months' rent for his father's clinic.

So when he learned that the poor student in his class had also contracted syphilis, he kept a close eye on him.

The results of his observation shocked him.

He answered Professor Mons's question calmly and confidently.

One man fought back against the bullying of LeBron and Thomson's fraternity, beating four burly men so badly they ran away with their heads in their hands.

In just one week, he transformed from a dazed, thin, and haggard young man into a bright-eyed and healthy young man.

And now, his syphilis has actually been cured.

"Could it be..."

Morales' pen paused on the draft paper, the ink spreading into a small black blotch.

"Has this guy really become that gangster's plaything?"

He had heard some rumors from the lower classes.

Those gang leaders, for the sake of excitement, spare neither men nor women.

Even more shameless young people will actively sell their bodies for money.

"Could LeBang's matter really be related to him?"

"Otherwise, where would he get the money to use magic bullets?"

Morales' heart skipped a beat.

He learned of LeBon's death the next day.

Both families live on Federal Avenue in the Back Bay area and are neighbors in the same community.

On the night of the incident, his father, acting as a private doctor, went to help with the treatment.

When my father returned, he said that the death was extremely gruesome and occurred without any warning.

"Keep your distance."

Morales drew a conclusion in his mind.

"The most dangerous are those academically gifted but mischievous kids."

Biology class ended in the morning.

As always, Professor Pulis packed up his lecture notes, did not speak to any students, and quietly walked out of the classroom.

Ivan packed his schoolbag beforehand and followed.

"Professor, may I ask you a few questions?"

Priss slowed his pace and glanced at him sideways.

Behind the glasses, a pair of light blue eyes swept across the scene indifferently, without any emotional fluctuation.

Let's talk as we walk.

The two walked side by side toward the cafeteria.

When the students in the corridor saw Priss, they all automatically made way for him, and no one dared to go up and greet him.

Ivan lowered his voice.

"Professor, I didn't mean to do what happened Friday night."

Pulis remained standing, his gaze fixed straight ahead.

"I'm cursed. I inexplicably messed with the Gus gang."

"The tram was delayed. Bird droppings landed on me. I tripped on flat ground. I lost my temper and ended up kicking the tenant out."

"It wasn't until after that night that I realized it wasn't just ordinary bad luck."

Pris responded with a soft "hmm," his tone devoid of emotion.

"so what?"

Evan continued, his tone becoming more earnest.

“I have taken all the medicine you prescribed on time. I feel that my vision and perception are super good at night, even clearer than during the day.”

He paused for a moment, then changed the subject.

"As for side effects... I hate the sun a bit, and my eyes seem to have become a little nearsighted."

After listening, Pulis calmly gave a soft "hmm." The light from the hallway chandelier reflected off his glasses.

"Do you want to continue taking your medication?"

He paused.

"Does your master allow it?"

Ivan looked serious.

"My master said you're not our enemy. He also said if you want to eat, then eat, since I'm pretty resistant to drugs anyway."

Pris's lips curled up almost imperceptibly.

"Yes. This is a win-win collaboration."

Evan hummed in agreement, took a deep breath, and asked the question he really wanted to ask.

"Professor, do you know who cursed me?"

“This matter cannot be left unresolved. I nearly died several times that night.”

Priss lowered his head, his gaze falling on Evan's face through his glasses, and remained silent for a few seconds.

"Have you become a demon hunter apprentice?"

Ivan shook his head truthfully.

He was unsure of Pris's true level.

If being richer and more powerful is the only way to succeed in this world, then he is definitely not as simple as the biology professor he appears to be.

Lying to this kind of person could cost you your life if you get caught.

Pris nodded.

"Then I advise you not to concern yourself with this matter now."

Ivan resolutely took half a step forward.

"It's okay, I'll find out first."

"Otherwise, without a clear direction, I feel like I'm facing enemies wherever I go."

"At this rate, I won't even be able to take my medicine in peace."

Pris glanced at Ivan's dark and stubborn eyes.

"Botte Alcott".

He uttered a name.

Evan's heart skipped a beat.

Botte Alcott.

He was familiar with the name.

A third-year law student with excellent grades.

He has an average appearance, but surprisingly, he is popular with women.

In this era, there are not many girls who can go to university, and those who can get into a prestigious university are extremely rare. Generally, they are either from well-connected families or have outstanding abilities.

Female students make up only eight percent of the total student body at the University of Sages, and they are scattered across various colleges, each surrounded by suitors.

Alcott, however, was often accompanied by several young and beautiful girls, who would enter and leave the library and cafes in groups.

More importantly, he founded the Phoenix Brotherhood.

I heard that if you join this fraternity, you can learn a lot of "special knowledge" and easily win over the girl you like.

This made the Phoenix Brotherhood quite famous among the students of the University of the Wise, and its influence was widespread.

Ivan snapped out of his daze.

LeBon, Thomson, and those guys who joined in bullying him.

Thomson is already a full member of the Phoenix Brotherhood.

Meanwhile, LeBong and others seem to have been vying for membership.

"It seems that bullying me is their initiation test."

Evan frowned slightly.

The truth behind that farce was deeper than he had previously thought.

Pulis didn't say anything more, and then changed the subject.

"Go eat first. Come to my office this afternoon to pick up your medicine."

The two walked into the cafeteria together.

Lunch was still fifteen cents: black bread, bean soup, milk, and a small boiled egg.

On Pulis's plate was a plate of fried fish and vegetables, enough for two Ivans to eat.

After finishing his meal, Priss, as usual, only ate a few bites before getting up and leaving.

Without making a sound, Evan mixed the other person's remaining food together, put it into his old cookie tin, and prepared to take it back for dinner that afternoon.

The food cost twenty cents, and not a single meal could be wasted.

After lunch break, Evan went to Pris's office as agreed.

The laboratory was dimly lit as always.

Priss took five thumb-sized glass bottles from the drawer. The bottles were sealed with wax and contained a familiar dark red liquid.

"Still take it after sunset, one bottle a day."