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

"The Hearst family... is a very prominent family in Britain."

"The family's traditional profession is knighthood. They are not on good terms with the Bloodthirsty race, but they have no enmity with our lineage."

Ivan frowned.

"Should I still go?"

Richard hesitated for a moment, then nodded.

“If it were anywhere else, I would advise you not to go. But New Haven is a place you can go.”

“The University of Michigan has an office there. Hill is currently on a business trip there.”

"You can go there now and have Hill take you to the University of Michigan office to get an investigator's identification."

"If you have time, have her train you in some basic common sense."

"How to perform the ritual, how to break the curse, how to make a simple amulet..."

"After you come back, find a detective agency with police qualifications to work as a detective. It will make things much easier in the future."

After a moment's thought, Evan asked the question that was on his mind.

"What if that Alcott attacks me?"

Richard shook his head.

"Not really."

"Your ancestor, that immortal witch, is your death warrant, but also your talisman."

He paused for a moment, his expression becoming extremely serious.

"No one dares to gamble on what strange thing is hidden in your bloodline."

“Pris tested you for half a month, feeding you all sorts of potions, and only made a move because you took the Witcher trait.”

"That playboy doesn't have the guts or the brains."

"The more mysterious you remain, the less likely they are to make a move against you."

"Just like Priss said in his letter—this is your chance."

He paused, then said encouragingly:

“Junior brother! You have already defeated the cunning and scheming expert bloodthirsty race, Pris. This kind of trash is no match for you.”

"You're too passive right now! The other side has already taken the initiative, so we need to take the initiative as well."

"They're even cursing us, how can we tolerate it?"

"Given what happened last time, if he really wanted to attack you, could you avoid it by being too far away?"

After listening, Ivan agreed.

The last time he was plagued by misfortune, he didn't even know that it was Alcott who was behind it.

Richard patted Ivan on the shoulder, his tone full of pride:

“He has the Theosophical Society behind him, and you have us behind you.”

"Let me put it this way, even though they look down on us, these factions don't dare to provoke us witchers easily."

"Those who have nothing to lose are not afraid of those who have something to lose. They have a big family and a large business. Let's see who can't take it first!"

Upon hearing this, Evan immediately recalled the impatience and helplessness on Pulis's face when he faced Richard.

He immediately acknowledged Richard's confidence.

This led Ivan, with his peculiar thought process, to come up with a rather inappropriate analogy:

As long as I'm a pile of shit, no one wants to step on my head.

Besides, the Witcher isn't shit, it's a landmine!!

If you're not happy, try stepping on me a couple of times and see!

Richard continued, "Making good use of this noble lady will make it easier for you to get close to Alcott's circle."

"This piece of trash who fools ordinary people, find a chance to give him a good beating!"

Hearing this, Ivan felt a surge of warmth and confidence.

Indeed, I am no longer an ordinary person, but have become an extraordinary one!

You want to mess with me?

After a few potions, you'd better not let my blood touch your skin!

He picked up the female assistant's extraordinary abilities from the table and handed them over.

"Senior brother, could you help me refine it into a magic potion? My first trait is to obtain the immortality of the Bloodthirsty race."

Richard weighed the sweet potato in his hand and asked, "Have you thought it through?"

"Superhuman self-healing and immortality are indeed tempting. But the weaknesses are also obvious."

Ivan grinned.

"There's no way, senior brother. I'm in a hurry right now. I don't have time to be picky."

Richard thought about the blacked-out words in the letter and sighed.

"That's true. Then I wish you can overcome the sun."

After the conversation ended, Evan arranged for Richard to stay in the secondary bedroom that Mary had previously occupied.

The bed sheets were changed two days ago, and the quilts were freshly aired.

As soon as my senior brother entered the room, he started snoring evenly almost the moment his head hit the pillow.

Evan walked into the washroom and turned on the cold water tap.

Icy water gushed from the rusty pipes and splashed onto his shoulder.

He closed his eyes and let the water flow over his forehead, cheeks, neck, and chest.

The water pipes in the old apartment building had no insulation.

In mid-to-late November, the cold water temperature is only about 5 degrees Celsius.

A large amount of water poured on the body would feel like ice to the bone for a normal person.

But at this moment, Ivan felt a pleasant coolness.

The blood in his veins was so hot it felt like it was boiling, continuously providing him with plenty of heat.

The new body's strength and extraordinary nature were amplified to the extreme by the ice water at this moment.

"This is an extraordinary physique!" Evan clenched his fist, filled with emotion.

Chapter 53: 31%! Basic Vampire Species Stage 1!

After taking a shower, Evan dried himself off, put on a clean old cotton nightgown, and crawled into bed on the metal-framed bed in the bedroom.

Evan sighed comfortably and was about to close his eyes when he suddenly remembered something.

"Oh, right."

"There's one more bottle of medicine."

The Transformation Potion, the last of the five potions Pris gave me, was supposed to be drunk today when I got home.

Because of the attack, I didn't have time to drink.

He pulled the bottle of brown liquid out of the bedside table drawer, unscrewed the cap, and downed it in one gulp.

[You have consumed a Diluted Conversion Potion. Effects last: 10 hours.]

[Effect: Within the effects of the medicine, slowly gain the extraordinary trait: Basic Vampirism, accumulating to 2%.]

Does this reverse the side effects?

"Reversal".

Ivan stared at the empty little glass bottle.

"After taking this medicine, I'll say goodbye to my past as an ordinary person!"

"This also marks the end of my relationship with you, you old geezer, Priss."

"Since you left me information and potions, I'll help you spit a few more times later."

After drinking the potion, a thought struck him.

The skin on his chest felt slightly warm; his secondary brain had sensed its master's call.

The tiny monster, about the size of a palm, slowly crawled out of his chest.

The black brain tissue paired with the metallic bone spurs looks quite eerie in the dark.

Five slender claws, like fingers, are both agile and sharp.

Ivan guided it with his mind, making it crawl down the edge of the bed and into the narrow wooden crevice under the bed, where it curled up into a ball.

“Wake me up if anyone comes.”

He gave instructions to the secondary brain in his mind.

The small creature tapped the bed board twice with the tip of its bone spikes in response.

Only then did Evan close his eyes in relief.

The temperature inside the blankets was just right.

On the first night of my new life, I can finally have a good night's sleep.

……

After a good night's sleep, Evan opened his eyes and the first thing he did was reach for the pocket watch on the bedside table.

The hands on the silver case pointed to 7:30.

Arrive at the station before nine o'clock; there's plenty of time.

He lifted the old, fuzzy quilt and sat up.