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

"hiss!"

It was still that dazzling golden light.

It was still that sharp pain that pierced through the optic nerve.

[The Copper Plague has devoured the Copper Curse! Progress +0.1%.]

[The Copper Plague has devoured the Copper Curse! Progress +0.1%.]

……

It seems that the previous experience has left muscle memory.

Or perhaps it's due to the rapid increase in the efficiency of copper plague's absorption.

This time, Ivan regained his vision in just two seconds.

There weren't even many tears streaming from the corners of her eyes.

His 5.7 physique allows him to achieve a level of physical coordination that is almost mechanically precise.

The head precisely controls the direction of the eyes' gaze, while the arms rhythmically seal various parts of the room.

Cabinet doors, the backs of chairs, the seams of dressing table drawers, under coffee tables, and the edges of dressing mirrors.

Any place where someone might take the opportunity to hide items was firmly sealed by that small, off-white seal.

In less than a minute, the entire room was completely finished.

Ivan strode out the door and then entered the third private room.

The first thing I do upon entering is still that one-second scan.

[The Copper Plague has devoured the Copper Curse! Progress +0.2%.]

[The Copper Plague has devoured the Copper Curse! Progress +0.2%.]

……

"Cool!"

He roared inwardly.

He quickly affixed the seal and then turned around and went into the fourth room.

[The Copper Plague has devoured the Copper Curse! Progress +0.3%.]

[The Copper Plague has devoured the Copper Curse! Progress +0.3%.]

……

Three layers of curses stacked together.

Three times the growth efficiency.

The progress bar seemed to be activated by the Wind Spirit Moon Shadow, climbing upwards at a visible speed every second.

Just as Evan was about to turn around and go to the fifth room.

Garp had already walked over from the other end, his face showing genuine amazement.

"Young people are so efficient. You finished three rooms in less than five minutes?"

Ivan grinned.

"If you give me more money, I can go even faster."

Garp laughed and patted him on the shoulder.

"Don't be too eager for quick success and instant benefits."

He glanced at the front of the carriage.

"Miss is getting off the bus. Go get your luggage. Leave the rest to Jack."

Ivan nodded and was about to turn and leave when Karp added another sentence behind him.

"Be self-aware. Keep your distance from the lady."

Evan hummed in agreement and walked towards the front of the carriage.

At the end of the corridor, Ertin was standing with several other young ladies.

They were each carrying a delicate handbag, teasing each other about their hairstyles and predictions for the competition.

When the name of a certain captain of the Aletheia University rugby team was mentioned, the ladies covered their mouths and burst into laughter.

Erdin sensed Ivan approaching and instinctively wanted to turn around.

But the governess next to her, who wore pince-nez glasses, reacted quickly once again by blocking her view with her shoulder.

"I heard you're very strong?"

The middle-aged female teacher turned half her face away, her tone cold and hard.

"These luggage are yours."

She pointed to the pile of boxes stacked next to her.

Ivan smiled and nodded, showing no dissatisfaction.

After all, a daily wage of $5 is quite generous these days.

He easily carried the two 60-pound suitcases in each hand.

With a slight shake of his arms, he moved with the ease of weighing two milk jugs.

Then he pulled his arms inward and firmly held a small 30-pound suitcase between his arms.

After the four boxes, he gestured with his chin toward the middle-aged female teacher.

Hey, auntie.

His voice was loud and clear.

"Could you please hang the last two bags around my neck for me?"

The money was given by Hearst, not by you.

In the corridor.

The middle-aged female teacher froze on the spot.

Her usually serious face instantly flushed with alternating shades of red and blue.

Behind the glasses, a pair of sharp eyes glared at Evan, filled with extreme anger at being offended.

"What did you say?"

Her voice was squeezed out through clenched teeth.

At this moment, taking advantage of the fact that the female teacher was no longer blocking their view, Ertin and the other young ladies all turned their heads to look over.

The next second, the ladies covered their mouths at the same time and let out a suppressed, almost silent laugh.

The laughter carried a sense of satisfaction, as if someone had finally said those words for me.

It's clear that this middle-aged female teacher's strict and rigid style is indeed unpopular.

Didn't you hear me?

Evan blinked, then raised his voice a few decibels, enunciating each word so clearly it was as if he was afraid the other person wouldn't hear him.

"Hey! Auntie! Could you please hang the last two bags around my neck for me?"

The middle-aged female teacher's lips trembled slightly.

She opened her mouth several times, but because the row of young ladies behind her were watching her reaction, she swallowed back the words of her curse.

As an etiquette teacher, she couldn't afford to be rude in public.

She took a deep breath, bent down, and picked up the two leather bags with what she thought was a "heavy enough" force...

In fact, it felt as light as cotton against Ivan's 5.7 physique, hanging around his neck.

"after!!!"

She straightened up and adjusted her beige cashmere coat.

"Call me Mrs. Victor."

Her voice was so cold it could freeze.

Ivan nodded very cooperatively.

“Yes, Madam Victor…”

Chapter 66: Phase One Copper Plague Achieved!

After this little incident, the group filed off the train.

The New Haven station was built twenty years earlier than the Bolton South station.

The architectural style of the entire platform is closer to the industrial classicism of the late 19th century.

The dome is a huge cast iron frame structure, and the glass curtain wall is covered with a dark yellow layer due to years of coal smoke.

The ground was made of bluestone slabs polished shiny by countless leather shoes, and a few strands of confetti paint from last Christmas, which could never be swept away, could still be seen in the cracks.

The entire station was filled with an old, musty smell, like wood that had been repeatedly soaked in time.

At this moment, a large number of students from Sage University, dressed in dark blue spectator uniforms, are queuing up under the guidance of student council representatives and heading towards the regular exit via the huge cast-iron skybridge overhead.

That road was very crowded and noisy.

Evan and his group, on the other hand, used the VIP passage on the other side of the station.

The ground was covered with a thick, red carpet that was older than that of Bolton.

The velvet ropes on both sides are a style that has been passed down from the last century, and the brass of the metal support is somewhat mottled.

As Evan stepped out of the VIP passage, he looked up.

More than a dozen luxury cars of various kinds were parked at the arrival area in front of the station.

Packard, Pierce, Lozier... and so on.