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

Ivan smiled and followed.

"Did your senior brother tell you?"

Hill nodded.

"My senior brother has told me about the situation over there."

Her tone carried a rare hint of appreciation.

"Well done."

She turned to look at Evan, her golden hair swaying gently in the pale sunlight of late November.

"I wasn't wrong about you."

The two walked slowly along the cobblestone street in front of the station, chatting about their recent situations.

Hill had only just gotten rid of the vampire who had been clinging to him two days ago.

She had barely finished fighting and hadn't even had a chance to catch her breath when she was sent out by the library's senior management for a learning exchange.

"During the day, we will visit the library of Aletheia University and study their Dewey decimal classification system."

"This afternoon I'm going to observe the closed-shelf borrowing process at the New Haven Public Library. Tonight I need to write a report on my observations."

She sighed.

"I also need to organize my notes. I need to give a report every three days."

After listening for a while, Evan finally understood.

Where does that suffocating aura of a corporate slave emanate from this female witch hunter who toys with vampires under the moonlight?

"Senior sister."

He spoke from the bottom of his heart.

"If you're tired, go and rest. I can find my way myself."

Hill waved his hand.

"I'll be very busy lately, so I'm taking advantage of the time I have today."

Her tone was firm.

"I've decided to take care of your important business first."

Chapter 67: Dr. Armitage, the Legendary Investigator

After a simple lunch, the two flagged down a clanging tram at a street corner, paid two nickels, and squeezed into a seat at the back of the carriage.

The tram traveled west through New Haven’s central green space and finally stopped in front of a building on the west side of the city that looked like a private museum.

Stepping off the tram, Evan looked up at both sides of the street.

"Look at their city planning."

He couldn't help but sigh.

The streets of Bolton were haphazardly built along the coastline and hills during the colonial era a century ago, crooked and twisted, like a tangled mess.

New Haven is completely different.

The entire city is centered around a central green space, with streets spreading out in a neat nine-square grid pattern.

The brick and stone pavement was well maintained, and neat rows of elm trees lined both sides of each street. The lampposts were all cast iron in style.

Ivan turned his gaze away from the street and onto the somewhat old, three-story detached house in front of them.

A bronze plaque hangs above the main entrance.

Armitage Museum.

"This is……?"

Ivan raised an eyebrow.

Hill had already climbed the three granite steps leading to the door.

"University of Michigan's office in New Haven."

She pushed open the oak door.

The small brass bell on the lintel rang out with a clear, crisp sound.

The two went inside.

Upon entering, you'll find a relatively spacious hall.

Several rows of dark red wooden display shelves were placed side by side on both sides. All sorts of strange and unusual antiques were displayed on the shelves.

A blackened bronze candlestick with a bird head pattern that is now barely discernible.

A human skull carved from crystal, with two small, dark red gemstones embedded deep in the eye sockets.

A stone slab with erosion marks on its surface, on which a few lines of unfamiliar characters can be vaguely seen.

There was also a small skeleton in a glass case, the animal of which was not identified.

The entire hall was filled with a mixture of smells of old paper, sandalwood furniture, and some kind of spice of unknown origin.

Behind the reception desk directly in front of us sat an elderly gentleman with gray hair and wearing round reading glasses.

He was wearing a snow-white shirt with a dark green wool vest over it, and was looking down at a thick leather-bound book.

His overall demeanor is somewhat similar to that of Professor Mons from the University of the Wise.

The same meticulousness, the same scholarly air.

But the fine lines around his eyes were deeper, his brow bones were more prominent, and he looked energetic, like an old sword that was mottled but still sharp.

In a corner of the hall, several young people who looked like college students were carefully arranging the items on the display shelves, wiping each exhibit with white gloves.

Hill led Evan to the counter.

"Dr. Armitage."

Her tone carried a rare hint of respect.

"I'm bothering you again."

The old man looked up, smiled and nodded at her, then his gaze fell on Evan.

A glint of light flashed in those eyes behind the reading glasses for a fleeting moment.

"People from Arkham?"

Hill nodded.

She gave a brief and organized overview of Evan's situation.

He successfully transformed into a Witcher, single-handedly killed an apprentice-level Bloodthirsty Beast, developed a high tolerance for potions, and received a homecoming invitation that was to be delivered on December 31st.

"Doctor," she said, lowering her voice at the end.

"You've dealt with that person before. I'd like to hear your advice."

Dr. Armitage took off his reading glasses, carefully wiped the lenses with his shirt cuff, and then put them back on.

He didn't answer immediately, but instead scrutinized Ivan for a long time with a slow and precise gaze.

"The date is wrong."

He finally spoke.

"I can't tell anything."

He sat up straight again and closed the leather-bound book.

"However, a demon hunter who hasn't even become a formal apprentice was able to kill an apprentice-level Bloodthirsty Beast. His drug resistance is quite strong."

He nodded to Evan.

"Kid, you're quite a talent."

He paused for a moment.

"Interested in being an investigator?"

Ivan grinned.

"I'll do it if you pay me."

Armitage paused for a moment, then burst into laughter.

"Quite pragmatic."

He stood up, leaning on the counter, and pointed to the old oak chair behind Evan.

"There's money to be made. The reward for completing an investigation mission ranges from five to one hundred dollars, depending on the difficulty."

"Although there is no basic salary, you can be affiliated with the University of Michigan."

"Their status is equivalent to that of a police detective. They can legally carry firearms and access police files."

"If anything happens to you, as long as it's for the sake of maintaining world stability, we'll get you out of there."

He picked up the blue and white porcelain teacup on the counter and took a sip.

"You can also come to the University of Michigan for further studies in the future."

After hearing this, Ivan grinned even more broadly.

"Then what else is there to say?"

He took the initiative to step forward.

"Please give me a contract."

The subsequent process proceeded without any setbacks.

Armitage led the two to the inner room behind the counter and took out a beautifully printed contract from a locked oak cabinet.

Evan read the contract twice, word for word, and then signed his name at the end.

Armitage got up and went to the black telephone by the wall, shook the handle a few times, and connected to a police station number.